MMB Chapter 289 Lin Zhou: Keep a low profile, I'm just a family member who came to watch the show.
Chapter 289 Lin Zhou: Keep a low profile, I'm just a family member who came to watch the show.
Lin Zhou's large and warm palms acted like a thick barrier, firmly blocking the almost frantic flashes of light from the outside world.
He half-embraced Su Qingge's shoulder and deftly escorted her into the bulletproof Phantom, a vehicle that was entirely black and exuded a cold, metallic luster.
Only when the heavy electric suction door made that dull yet reassuring "click" sound was the overwhelming French screams and camera shutter noises from the outside world finally completely shut out of that other dimension.
Su Qingge, having just run wildly through the alley, was now leaning back unceremoniously on the soft leather seat, panting heavily.
Her stunning face, which had captivated the entire Parisian fashion world, was now flushed, with a few strands of sweat-dampened hair clinging to her temples, exuding a rare, wild beauty.
"Lin Zhou, you were absolutely insane in front of the camera just now."
While rubbing her slightly sore calves, Su Qingge gave the man who was slowly sitting down a playful glare.
"If your words were to get back to China, those financial experts who study your business strategies every day would probably die of shock on the spot."
Lin Zhou lazily spread his hands, then took out a bottle of expensive soda water from the car's small refrigerator and deftly unscrewed it.
"To be honest, I really just came here on vacation with my wife. Let whoever wants to know about those messy things in the world of fame and fortune."
Lin Zhou took a sip of water, his eyes revealing a kind of clear-headedness and open-mindedness that comes from having experienced life and death.
For him, at his level of wealth, mere numerical growth no longer brings any extra pleasure.
On the contrary, it was this kind of silly behavior—his wife and daughters hiding from reporters on the streets of a foreign country—that made him feel that this kind of life was full of real, everyday moments.
He endured hardship and humiliation for seven years in the Lin family. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a timid and useless son-in-law with no presence.
But only he himself knew that the God-like perspective of observing the world from the shadows was actually fascinating.
Even though he has now returned to the top of the global power pyramid, the most comfortable posture for him deep down is still that of the man silently "carrying bags" behind Su Qingge.
"Wealthy beyond measure, yet still returning as that unreliable 'son-in-law,' right?"
Su Qingge had a playful smile on her lips, a relaxed expression she only showed when facing Lin Zhou.
She reached out and naturally took the soda water from Lin Zhou's hand, took an elegant sip, then leaned closer to him, her tone playful.
"The way those Parisian socialites were staring at you just now, they practically wanted to tear you apart."
"Mr. Family member, because of your arrogant performance just now, your global net worth has probably increased by an absurd percentage."
Lin Zhou chuckled and reached out to gently scrape Su Qingge's nose, feeling the smooth texture on his fingertips.
"Let it go up if it goes up. Anyway, all the money is in the trust fund under your name. I'm just a freeloader, so you'd better be careful with your spending in the future."
Su Qingge was amused by his shameless theory and reached out to give him a light pinch on the waist.
"Stop playing the victim. The patent fees from your secret labs could probably buy half of Paris."
The interaction between the two filled the quiet carriage with a thick, sweet atmosphere, making the outside noise and the conspiracies against the Lin family seem like distant illusions at this moment.
Lin Zhou leaned his head lazily on Su Qingge's shoulder, his fingertips rhythmically tapping on the armrest of the seat.
He deftly filtered out several real-time warnings from the bloodhounds in his mind.
The young man in patent leather shoes who blocked the way at the fashion show seems to be using all his family's connections in Paris to try and block Lin Zhou's path because he felt humiliated by Lin Zhou.
What's even more interesting is that the guy's family actually had some clandestine money laundering dealings with the Black Bishop.
"You've got the path to heaven but you're not taking it; you've got the gate to hell but you're barging in."
Lin Zhou gave a cold, mocking laugh to himself.
He originally intended to maintain this gentle "carry-bag family member" attitude while he brought his wife and daughter on their honeymoon.
But if some people still think that's a sign of weakness, then he wouldn't mind showing the world what true power and might are at the next stop.
"What are you thinking about? Your eyes have become so scary again."
Su Qingge keenly sensed the fleeting murderous aura emanating from Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou immediately put on a lazy smile, turned around and pulled Su Qingge into his arms, affectionately stroking her hair with his chin.
"I was thinking that while Parisian desserts are delicious, they always seem to lack that kind of flamboyant light show feel of Hollywood."
"Qingge, we've been here long enough. Next stop, let's see how those so-called 'world-class directors' make movies, and teach them what real acting is all about."
Su Qingge was stunned for a moment, then a hint of extreme excitement flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Hollywood? You mean we're leaving right now?"
Lin Zhou nodded and turned to look out the window at the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower that was gradually disappearing into the night.
"Uncle Chen is already prepared at the private airport, and we will take off in half an hour."
"This time, we're not going to walk the red carpet; we're going to do something more violent and more artistic."
The Phantom glided smoothly through the streets of Paris, then executed a beautiful drift before merging onto the highway leading to the airport.
The lights outside the car window gradually merged into a blurry patch of color, symbolizing the end of an era of ultimate prosperity.
And when that private plane, painted with the Lin family crest, once again soared into the sky.
The entire fashion industry is still embroiled in a long and frenzied discussion about the departure of that "family member of the richest man".
A transoceanic flight of more than ten hours.
Su Qingge slept soundly in Lin Zhou's arms, while Lin Zhou kept staring at the detailed financial statements about the Hollywood entertainment empire on the computer screen.
In those deep pupils flickered an ambition powerful enough to shake the entire global entertainment industry.
early morning.
When the first rays of sunlight shone on the iconic white "HOLLYWOOD" lettering.
Su Qingge woke up rubbing her eyes and looked out the window at the bustling Sunset Boulevard filled with palm trees and luxury cars.
"This is... the Dream Factory?"
Su Qingge looked at the expansive land below with some confusion.
Lin Zhou naturally straightened her disheveled skirt, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Here, all dreams have a price tag."
"Let's go, my great actress, let's see what kind of scripts those directors have prepared to fool us."
The private jet landed smoothly on a private helipad in Los Angeles.
The hatch slowly opened, and a wave of heat carrying a dry, pungent smell of money rushed out.
far away.
Several black Cadillac armored vehicles were lined up in a neat row, surrounded by Lin family assassins dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses.
Lin Zhou led Su Qingge out of the gangway.
He looked at the land in the distance, known as the heart of the global film industry, and arrogantly pushed up his sunglasses.
"Family members are family members, but if anyone dares to make my wife play any strange or weird roles at this stop..."
"Then I'll make Hollywood a place where only silent films exist from now on."
Su Qingge took his arm with a hint of helplessness and teased him softly:
"It seems that at this stop, not only will your 'value' increase, but your temper will probably increase as well."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily and led the way into the carriage.
The final stop was Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood.
"Lin Zhou, whose car is following us?"