Free Web NovelChapter 225: Chapter 195: The Big Brother Lin Chu Anticipates
Perhaps surviving a brush with death really changes a person’s perspective.
Every day from now on was a bonus, a gift.
Lin Chu smiled and gave him a hug.
The man seemed a little resistant, but Lin Chu pulled him into a hug anyway. "This whole thing started because of you. Want to go take a shower and change? I’ll have someone get some clothes ready for you." ƒrēewebnovel.com
Lin Chu asked with a smile.
He scratched his head, sniffed himself, and nodded with a grin. He even joked, "Sure. While you’re at it, find me a brazier to step over for good luck."
Lin Chu couldn’t help but laugh at that.
’This guy’s got character.’
After a bit more banter, Lin Chu called over a male attendant to take Big Beard to a guest room to shower and change. Then, he went back to welcoming the arriving guests.
...
"President Lin, hello. You’re even younger than they say."
A woman in an evening gown walked in alone. Spotting Lin Chu, she walked straight toward him and greeted him with a smile.
She wasn’t carrying anything, not even a purse—just her phone. She looked completely at ease, exuding an air of effortless calm.
Their eyes met.
’Tsk.’
Lin Chu saw a peculiar glint in her eyes, like a hunter spotting its prey.
’Except, I’m not the hunter. I’m the prey.’ freewёbnoνel.com
He quickly racked his brain but couldn’t place her. ’Maybe she’s just really low-key in the group chat, or maybe she didn’t even register at all.’
"And you are...?"
"Well, now, I don’t recall inviting any celebrities. Just so you know, there’s no appearance fee."
Lin Chu said with a flirtatious smile. It was a bit forward, but he meant every word. ’This woman is a total knockout.’ He thought she had a Tang Wei vibe—an innocent, harmless-looking face, but her eyes were complex and powerful. She was radiating sex appeal.
She rolled her eyes with an exasperated look and said with a wry smile, "I didn’t register. I just showed up. And I’m not a celebrity. I’ve run out of money for food, so I’m here to freeload."
’It’s just...’
’Sigh.’
Lin Chu was starting to get a bit tired of women with this kind of personality.
’Damn it, every single one of them is so full of themselves.’
’Wait until I conquer them. They all turn into meek little kittens, with their asses sticking way up in the air.’
"Security! Come on over and throw her out."
Lin Chu said with a laugh.
She pouted, looking as if she couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. She started walking straight inside, not even offering to shake his hand.
Lin Chu: ?
"Get back here!"
"You need to sign in!"
’Who does she think she’s pulling that attitude on?’
The paparazzi in Xiangjiang once coined a brilliant phrase for this: "weaponizing beauty." That pretty much summed her up.
But Lin Chu wasn’t about to humor her.
She did stop, however. She turned back and stared at Lin Chu for a few seconds. "My father is Zhou Ming."
Lin Chu: ...?
It suddenly dawned on him, and he had to fight back a laugh.
’If she’s Zhou Ming’s daughter, then her attitude is understandable.’
After all, his takeover of the club from the Famous Group was a declaration of his victory and Zhou Ming’s "defeat." Even if it was a graceful defeat, it was a defeat nonetheless.
Zhou Ming was mature and level-headed; he wouldn’t hold a grudge. His daughter, on the other hand, was clearly still a little sore about it.
"You still have to sign in. Otherwise, I’ll call your dad and tattle on you. And I won’t pay the remaining 600 million."
But Lin Chu still didn’t let her off the hook. He was smiling, but his words left no room for refusal.
"I’m not signing!"
"I’m telling you my name. That counts as signing in."
"My name is Zhou Luan. It’s the same in the group chat! Ask me again and I’m not getting a membership today."
Hearing this, Lin Chu snorted with laughter. But his expression changed in an instant, and he put on a professional salesman’s face. "Right this way, Ms. Zhou! Do you have a preferred caddy? And which tier of membership card can I interest you in? Here at the LC Club, we are dedicated to providing you with the most premium golfing experience."
Zhou Luan: ?
She was taken aback by how quickly he could switch personas.
She let out a soft "hmph," a smug little glint in her eyes as she suppressed a smile. "I’ll take a look around first."
Then, with a jaunty spring in her step, she disappeared into the crowd.
Lin Chu watched her graceful figure retreat and couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.
’Alright, so she’s a bit of an airhead too.’
’The type who can’t even detect sarcasm.’
’When I said that last part, I deliberately put a mocking emphasis on "LC," thinking she’d catch on, but...’
’Heh.’
’Useless rich kid.’
...
Perhaps the real big shots always make a late entrance.
Just as most of the guests had arrived, Huang Yuan finally made his grand, fashionably late entrance.
He was wearing a white tracksuit, his hair slicked back. He had a lean build with no potbelly. He just looked... incredibly flamboyant.
Even the way he walked was flamboyant, full of uninhibited swagger.
His Hermes belt buckle gleamed ostentatiously.
Lin Chu couldn’t help but crack a smile.
’This guy’s something else.’
Ever since that one big shot got taken down over his flashy belt, the look had become something of a negative stereotype. But this guy clearly couldn’t care less.
"President Huang, welcome."
Lin Chu said with a smile, shaking his hand.
Huang Yuan took the initiative, opening his arms with a booming laugh and pulling Lin Chu into a hug. "I loved the gift you sent! If Gold were hard enough for a real club, I’d have a full-size replica made."
"You guys should look into it. See what other materials you can use. Maybe some kind of rocket material? Best if it’s from a recycled rocket that’s actually been to space. A club made from that would have real commemorative value."
Lin Chu: ...Uh.
’He just says whatever’s on his mind. This guy really doesn’t treat himself like a guest, does he?’
They had only just met, and the man had already given him a little taste of his brand of shock and awe.
But Lin Chu was starting to get a feel for his style.
’It’s all about being flamboyant.’
’Then we’ll be flamboyant together.’
’Who can’t be flamboyant?’
"Hey, has Big Beard shown up yet?"
