The Weekend Holiday Must End Early

"Fifty million! I'll have someone transfer it to your account right away!" Yang Dejian shouted at the top of his lungs, afraid that Lin Ye might have gone too far to hear him.

He was panting heavily, his mind racing, and he immediately decided to increase the stakes.

What's fifty million?

If we can't satisfy this master today, the ancient martial arts Yang family might be wiped off the map tomorrow.

"Mr. Lin!" Yang Dejian shouted, his face covered in blood, as he looked up. "The Yang family also owns an eighteen-story commercial building in the provincial capital's financial center, worth three hundred million! I'll transfer the property rights to your name first thing tomorrow morning, as a way to calm your aunt and uncle's nerves!"

Lin Ye stopped and turned around.

Commercial building?

Workers are most sensitive to this type of fixed asset.

"Do I get to collect the rent?" Lin Ye asked.

"It's all yours! The rent alone is nearly 20 million every month, all of it will be transferred directly to your card!" Yang Dejian nodded frantically, just hoping to save his life.

Lin Ye took his hand out of his suit trouser pocket and nodded in satisfaction.

"Fine, since your attitude is at least somewhat respectable," Lin Ye pointed at the two crippled men on the ground, "Take your trash and get out of here. If I don't see the property transfer document by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, you'll bear the consequences."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. Lin!" Yang Dejian felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Zhou Weiguo stood aside and immediately waved his hand to give the order.

"Take them all!"

Hundreds of special forces soldiers rushed forward and pinned all of the hundreds of Yang family members, who usually swaggered around in the provincial capital, to the ground and put them in specially made handcuffs.

Yang Dejian, Yang Hao (whose limbs were all crippled), and Yang Yuanqing (whose dantian was destroyed) were dragged out of the sales office by special police like dead dogs and stuffed directly into the riot control vehicle outside.

The entire sales hall instantly became quiet.

Only the shattered glass and the mess on the ground served as reminders of what had just happened.

Lin Ye turned to look at the sales manager who had been huddled in the corner.

The manager shuddered and scrambled over, clutching the POS machine tightly in his hand.

"Mr. Lin! The contract is signed! What do you think of the payment for the house..." The manager's voice was trembling.

Lin Ye took out the anonymous black card from UBS and handed it over casually.

"Swipe your card."

The manager took the black card with both hands and swiped it lightly on the POS machine.

drop!

The settlement system was connected instantly.

Fifty million Chinese Yuan, payment received instantly.

A long receipt was ejected from the machine.

Chen Hui and Lin Wanquan looked at the receipt, then at the brand-new property certificate in their hands, on which their names were clearly printed.

The elderly couple felt as if they were dreaming, as if they were walking on cotton, and it all seemed unreal.

"Manager, could you clean this place thoroughly tomorrow?" Lin Ye asked, pointing to the floor.

"Yes! Absolutely!" the manager assured him, patting his chest. "Mr. Lin, rest assured, I'll immediately dispatch a top-notch cleaning team to clean the place tonight! As for the sofa, chandelier, and glass that were just damaged, I'll get brand new imported replacements from other showrooms!"

The manager bent over at a 90-degree angle.

"You can move in right away tomorrow morning!"

Lin Ye nodded.

He turned around and put his arm around Lin Wanquan's shoulder.

"Dad, Mom, let's go. Let's have a nice meal tonight, then check into a five-star hotel nearby for the night, and move to our new house tomorrow."

8 PM.

The most prestigious Michelin three-star restaurant in the provincial capital.

Inside the luxurious private room, crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow, and the air was filled with the scent of high-end fragrances.

Chen Hui pulled Xia Wanqiu and insisted that she sit next to her.

Lin Ye and Lin Wanquan sat opposite each other.

Chen Hui likes Xia Wanqiu more and more the more she watches her.

This girl is beautiful, has a cool and aloof demeanor, and works for the National Security Bureau.

Most importantly, just now at the sales office, they actually pulled out a real weapon and stood in front of the elderly couple.

They're risking their lives to protect the Lin family.

"Late Autumn, come on, try this white truffle ribs." Chen Hui picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of meat into Xia Wanqiu's bowl, which was already piled high with vegetables.

"Thank you, Auntie." Xia Wanqiu's cheeks flushed slightly.

She was always a cold and aloof school beauty, both at school and in her family.

Now that I'm being treated like a future daughter-in-law, I feel a strange sweetness in my heart.

"Wanqiu, which special unit do you work in? Is it dangerous?" Chen Hui asked in a low voice, her face full of concern. "Xiaoye has always been careless. You need to help me keep an eye on him and make sure he's more alert when he's on a mission."

Xia Wanqiu gave a soft "hmm" and lowered her head, not daring to look at Lin Ye opposite her.

"By the way, that new house is quite big," Chen Hui continued with a smile. "The master bedroom faces south, so the natural light is excellent. What kind of decorating style do you young people like? Should Mom get someone to paint the walls pink?"

Xia Wanqiu's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly trembled.

Master bedroom?

pink?

Her ears turned bright red, and she wished she could bury her head in the bowl, shoveling small bites of white rice into her mouth, without uttering a single word of rebuttal.

Lin Ye sat opposite her, completely oblivious to what his mother was saying.

He was holding a fork and tapping the white porcelain plate in front of him, which was bigger than a washbasin.

In the middle of the plate, two thin slices of A5 Wagyu beef sit forlornly.

Lin Ye used his fork to pick up a piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then swallowed it.

"Waiter." Lin Ye waved.

The head waiter, dressed in a tuxedo, quickly approached, his attitude extremely respectful: "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

"Your plate is quite big, how come there are only two slices of meat?" Lin Ye pointed to the empty bottom of the plate. "Is this what you call eating?"

"Sir, this plating was specially designed by our head chef, emphasizing visual negative space..." the head waiter quickly explained.

"What's with the blank space?" Lin Ye interrupted him, her tone full of dissatisfaction. "After a whole day's work, this is all we get to eat, and we have to get up in the middle of the night to make instant noodles."

Lin Ye threw the menu on the table.

"Bring me all the meat on this menu. Put it in a big stainless steel bowl, fill it up. Stop with the fancy plating, it's a waste of time."

The supervisor paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and ran to the kitchen to add the order.

Chen Hui glared at Lin Ye from across the table.

"You silly child, what nonsense are you spouting in front of Wanqiu? Behave yourself." Chen Hui turned around and ladled another bowl of soup for Xia Wanqiu. "Wanqiu, don't mind him. He's always been like this since he was little, he eats a lot and does a lot of work."

Lin Wanquan was happily drinking Moutai next to him.

What happened today is enough for him to brag about for most of his life when he goes back to his hometown.

His son is successful; the government gave him a house worth 50 million yuan, he has provincial and ministerial leaders bowing to him when he goes out, and he also has such a beautiful wife.

Looking at the genuine smiles on his parents' faces, Lin Ye's irritation subsided.

Money is meant to be spent.

It's so worthwhile to spend 50 million yuan to let my parents get rid of that leaky old and dilapidated house and live such a comfortable life.

As for the 300 million yuan commercial building tomorrow, the rent collected can be considered as some pocket money for the two elders.

Halfway through the meal.

Lin Ye's spare folding phone in his pocket suddenly started vibrating wildly.

He put down his fork, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

Zhao Jianguo's name was displayed on the screen.

What kind of trouble is Old Zhao up to this weekend?

Lin Ye stood up, greeted his parents, and pushed open the door of the private room to walk into the quiet corridor outside.

Press the answer button.

"Old Zhao, you've already paid my double overtime pay." Lin Ye yawned. "What's up so late?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Jianguo's voice was extremely hurried, even with obvious panting, completely lacking his usual composure.

The background noise was a cacophony of alarms and keyboard clicks.

"Mr. Lin! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhao Jianguo spoke in an extremely serious tone, lowering his voice.

Your weekend holiday may have to end early.