Chapter 213: Chapter 191: Someone Who Is... Tight-Lipped
’What is wrong with you two...?’
’He cursed you out?’
’And you thanked him?’
’And after he cursed you out, it seems like... he’s going to reward you?’
’He’s even drinking with you?’
This wasn’t just any ordinary treatment.
Normally, Uncle Nine rarely drank. He only did so for major events, like a birth or death in the family, a young person securing a good future, or an elder’s birthday.
Lin Chu was now completely certain. ’Yep, this Uncle Nine is definitely a man of substance.’
It was just that Yang Huixian and the others probably didn’t truly understand.
After all, they were from an urban village, families who’d been compensated for demolition. They had money, sure, but their perspective wasn’t that broad.
And Uncle Nine couldn’t possibly break everything down and explain it to her in crystal-clear detail.
That wouldn’t align with his principles for how he lived and conducted himself.
But who in this world is completely without a bit of self-interest?
The right way to communicate with Uncle Nine was to ask intelligent questions.
A good question is half the answer.
For example, when he had just asked about Qian Zhi...
What he really wanted to ask was whether there were any business opportunities for an outsider in this situation.
He didn’t answer, and even admonished him, but he had actually answered: ’Go look it up yourself. You can definitely find it in public records.’
No matter what industry Qian Zhi was in, especially if it was a publicly traded company, the founder’s arrest would certainly create some opportunities.
This was an information gap.
And the attitude and degree of his anger also revealed information: ’This guy, Qian Zhi, is in big trouble. He’s most likely not getting out.’
Interesting.
Lin Chu stood up, lit a cigarette, and shook his head with a smile.
Of course, there was no need to tell Yang Huixian all this.
Now that he had cracked Uncle Nine’s "code," he would naturally be able to communicate with him when something came up in the future.
...
When it was time to eat, his son, Yang Yi, also came out.
He was a tall, skinny young man, about the same height as Lin Chu himself. He had a lean build, pale skin, and a quiet look in his eyes behind a pair of black-framed glasses. His hair had probably been permed, but not dyed, and the perm was so slight it looked like he had naturally curly hair.
Lin Chu noticed this detail and found it amusing.
’The kid really has it rough.’
’He even has to consider his dad’s feelings and whether he’ll get yelled at when he gets home just for getting a perm.’
Throughout the entire meal, Yang Yi kept his head down and ate, saying as little as possible. He would occasionally pick up a piece of food with his chopsticks for his dad, who would nod in satisfaction. A moment later, his dad would naturally return the favor.
It was a small, slightly stifling, yet strangely heartwarming interaction.
It seemed like the way many adult fathers and sons got along.
However, this dynamic was completely foreign to Lin Chu.
His own father was the epitome of carefree and uninhibited. Before drinking, they were father and son. After a few drinks, they were brothers. When he got really drunk, he’d start calling him "bastard," "little brat," and "son of a bitch," using whatever ugly curses came to mind.
But he was still the best dad in the whole world.
Perhaps sensing Lin Chu’s "perceptiveness," Yang Guangyao clinked glasses with him frequently. Before the meal was even halfway over, the half-bottle of Maotai he had left at home was almost empty.
He also showed considerable warmth as they chatted.
This surprised Yang Yi quite a bit, and he sized up Lin Chu during a quiet moment.
He vaguely felt that Lin Chu looked familiar.
After a moment, he secretly took out his phone, glanced at a short video app, and scrolled to one he had seen before. Suddenly, he remembered.
His eyes instantly lit up.
Lin Chu!
The owner of LC Golf Club!
The 24-year-old billionaire from Peng City!
He’s Sister Hui’s boyfriend!
"Dad, I’d like a glass of wine too,"
Yang Yi suddenly said. He wasn’t exactly anxious, just a little cautious.
His dad didn’t forbid him from drinking.
After all, it was a necessary skill for work.
Yang Guangyao glanced at him, nodded, and shook the bottle, but then said with a laugh, "You wait until it’s gone to ask? What were you doing earlier? There’s none for you."
"That’s it for today."
Yang Yi: ...
He scratched his head, looking a bit exasperated.
"Little Yi, are you still studying this afternoon? Give your brain a break, come out with us."
Yang Yi refused with a principled smile, "Sister Hui, I can’t. I have a study plan for this afternoon that I absolutely must finish. If I don’t pass the exam this year, I won’t be able to face you all."
Yang Guangyao’s brow furrowed slightly. "You’re responsible for your own future, not for us."
Yang Yi: Er.
He rubbed his nose and said with an apologetic smile, "Yes, yes, Dad’s right. My awareness was lacking."
Yang Huixian couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
But she still insisted, "It’s about balancing work and rest. Let’s go. Uncle Nine, if you want Little Yi to be responsible for his own life, you have to give him the full authority to be himself. Authority and responsibility go hand in hand."
Yang Guangyao was left a little speechless. "He can decide for himself."
Yes!
Yang Huixian immediately held out her hand for a high-five with Yang Yi.
The kid glanced at his dad’s expression, saw that there seemed to be no problem, and listlessly gave Yang Huixian a high-five.
"Well, you two can go have fun. I have things to do this afternoon, so I can’t join you. I have to go back to the office, I really don’t have time. Don’t go to the club, I won’t host you even if you show up. Golf isn’t something for someone his age to be playing—it makes you lose your ambition. Maybe in a few years."
Lin Chu said casually at that moment.
He nonchalantly raised his glass, which still had one last mouthful of wine.
Now that he had cracked Yang Guangyao’s code, there was no need to hit his son with any more "sugar-coated bullets."
The man had his own principles for education, and his only son was clearly the apple of his eye.
’At this stage, taking the kid out to eat, drink, and be merry would just be harming him, wouldn’t it?’
Yang Guangyao glanced at Lin Chu, nodded, and let out a long sigh of relief. He raised his glass, clinked it against Lin Chu’s, and drained it in one go.
Then he looked at his own son. "Learn a thing or two from your brother-in-law!"
Yang Yi: ?
’Learn what?’
’My brother-in-law isn’t taking me out to have fun either!’
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