MMB Chapter 325 even received a mine as a gift from the king of a small country.
Chapter 325 even received a mine as a gift from the king of a small country.
With a low shout from Old Chen, the heavy rosewood door slowly closed.
The clamor of engines and the flashes of reporters outside the hall were completely shut out.
Inside the banquet hall, everyone's eyes were focused on the white-haired elder.
The old man bowed slightly, and two black-clad guards stepped forward from behind him.
They were carrying a pure gold tray covered with red silk.
There was no dazzling brilliance of jewelry, nor the aged feel of antique calligraphy and paintings.
The old man's withered fingers picked up a corner of the red silk and suddenly lifted it.
Lying quietly on the tray was a thick, slightly yellowed parchment scroll.
The file was stamped with a wax seal representing the highest authority of a royal family in the Middle East.
"Mr. Lin," the old man spoke, his Chinese heavily accented with a foreign accent, yet each word resonant and clear.
"Three years ago, if it weren't for your ruthless tactics in the capital market, our royal family would have been destroyed by the rebels long ago."
"Our Lord will always remember the kindness of the Lin family."
The old man picked up the file with both hands and held it high above his head.
"Upon hearing that the young master of the Lin family has reached his one-month birthday, my lord has specially ordered me to deliver this small gift."
"This is the ninth rare metal mining area located in the Kassar Basin."
"It comes with a 99-year absolute mining right and a completely tax-free transfer agreement."
"The recipient is Lin An."
The moment the words fell, the entire banquet hall of Xishan Manor fell into a deathly silence.
The silence lasted for a full ten seconds.
Then, like cold water being poured into boiling oil, the crowd erupted in chaos.
A leading domestic new energy vehicle tycoon flicked his wrist, spilling the red wine in his glass directly onto his expensive custom-made suit.
He was completely oblivious, his eyes fixed on the parchment file, his breathing rapid like a broken bellows.
"Mining Area No. 9? That's the world's largest proven reserve of high-purity rare earth associated minerals!"
"My God, the annual output there is at least tens of billions of US dollars, and there's practically no market for it!"
A top Wall Street venture capitalist standing next to him was also swallowing hard.
"This isn't just giving away money; it's like giving away a strategic-level printing press!"
"This kind of resource, which can influence the technological landscape, was given by that king as a full-moon gift to a one-month-old baby?"
The guests looked at each other in disbelief, the shock in their eyes impossible to conceal.
They originally thought that the luxury yacht, French winery, and even shares in multinational corporations they brought were enough to demonstrate their sincerity.
But compared to this mine, it's like trading glass beads for natural diamonds.
"This young master wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth at all."
The head of an old, prestigious family shook his head and smiled bitterly, his tone filled with undisguised envy and awe.
As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome.
"This young master Lin An had just opened his eyes when the deed to Rome was already stuffed into his swaddling clothes."
Lin Zhou stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the dossier that was enough to cause an international uproar.
His expression remained unchanged.
There was no ecstasy, no emotion, not even a slight raise of an eyebrow.
Little An'an in his arms seemed to be disturbed by the sudden increase in the volume of discussion around them, and whimpered a couple of times in dissatisfaction.
Lin Zhou immediately looked away and gently patted his son's back.
His movements were extremely gentle, a stark contrast to his previous aloof demeanor.
"Shh, sweet boy, let's go back to sleep."
After calming the little one down, Lin Zhou casually raised his head.
"Please thank your king for me."
Lin Zhou held the child in one arm, while casually waving the other arm.
He didn't even take the agreement; instead, he turned to look at the old butler behind him.
"Old Chen, take this document."
Old Chen quickly stepped forward and respectfully accepted the sheepskin scroll with both hands.
"Young Master, should this agreement be deposited into the top vault of a Swiss bank immediately?" Old Chen asked in a low voice.
Lin Zhou chuckled.
"Why store it in a vault? That place is too damp."
"Go get a red paper to wrap it up."
"I'll just stuff it under An'an's little pillow later as a New Year's gift for him."
Upon hearing this, the big shots around who were eavesdropping almost had a collective heart attack.
Is it possible to give a rare metal mine with an annual output of tens of billions of US dollars as a New Year's gift?
And you just stuff it under the baby's pillow?
Is this something a normal carbon-based organism could do?!
The elderly man who presented the gift was slightly taken aback, and then bowed deeply.
"Mr. Lin's charisma remains as awe-inspiring as it was back then."
Su Qingge stood to the side, unable to listen any longer.
She maintained her dignified smile, then quietly reached out and pinched Lin Zhou's waist hard.
"Lin Zhou, that's enough."
Su Qingge lowered her voice, a hint of helplessness in her cool eyes.
"That's a gift from someone else's country, after all. You're using it as a pillow? Aren't you afraid it'll hurt your son's head?"
Lin Zhou grasped his wife's soft hand and pulled her closer.
"Wife, you just don't understand."
A cynical smile appeared on Lin Zhou's lips.
"The men of our Lin family are used to seeing big scenes from a young age."
"It's just a mine. If they can't even control this much, how will they take over the Lin family's business empire in the future?"
The atmosphere in the hall eased slightly because of Lin Zhou's half-joking remark.
Guests came forward one after another to offer toasts, and a flood of flattering words poured in.
Lin Zhou held a glass of water in one hand as if it were wine, handling the situation with ease.
The extravagance of this full moon celebration is destined to become a legend that will be talked about by the global high society for a decade.
However, in a corner of this extravagant and power-hungry banquet hall...
There was one place that seemed completely out of place in this world of fame and fortune.
That's a super crib rest area specially prepared for Xiao An'an.
Because the hall was crowded and noisy, Lin Zhou had the special nurse put Xiao An'an into the enclosure made of pure gold and sandalwood early on.
Bulletproof glass curtain walls were erected around the area, completely blocking out the noise and probing gazes from the outside world.
Nuonuo is wearing a festive red hand-embroidered princess dress today.
She didn't open the mountain of toy blind boxes.
They also didn't eat those Michelin-starred desserts that were specially flown in from France.
She stood on a small wooden stool, her hands gripping the edge of the crib tightly.
Its entire small body almost reached inside the railing.
Several wealthy women, trying to curry favor with Lin Zhou, walked over with champagne.
"Oh my, look how much our Lin family's little princess dotes on her little brother."
"Yes, she'll definitely be a protective older sister in the future. Their deep sibling bond is truly enviable."
They praised her from a distance, their words feigning sincerity.
Nuonuo, however, seemed completely oblivious to the flattery from the outside world.
Her large eyes were fixed on the sleeping Lin An.
His brows were furrowed tightly.
Those two faint eyebrows were almost twisted into an unsolvable knot.
Her small lips were slightly pouting, and her expression looked very serious, even with a hint of deep confusion.
After dealing with a group of Middle Eastern oil tycoons, Lin Zhou turned to look for his daughter.
He spotted Nuonuo lying by the bedside like a little sculpture at a glance.
He put down his wine glass and strode over.
Su Qingge also noticed the commotion and immediately followed her husband to his side.
"Nuonuo, why aren't you playing with the other children?"
Lin Zhou walked behind his daughter and reached out to rub her fluffy head.
"Why are you staring at your little brother? Do you think he looks especially handsome today?"
Lin Zhou's face was filled with undisguised pride as a father.
Nuonuo did not turn around.
She remained in that stiff position, clinging to the edge of the bed.
Several seconds passed before she slowly turned her head.
The expression on her little face was extremely conflicted.
"dad."
The soft, sweet voice was crisp and clear, standing out particularly well in the relatively quiet rest area.
Is my little brother sick?
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat.
His nonchalant Godfather demeanor vanished instantly.
He strode to the bedside, his eyes immediately turning sharp.
He quickly checked Lin An's complexion, breathing rhythm, and body temperature.
everything is normal.
The little one was sleeping soundly, his little chest rising and falling steadily, his face rosy and healthy.
"No, An'an is very healthy, all her indicators are excellent."
Lin Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at his daughter.
"Why are you suddenly asking that?"
Su Qingge nervously stepped forward, squatted down, and held Nuonuo's small hand.
"Nuonuo, tell Mommy, have you noticed anything wrong with your little brother?"
Su Qingge's heart was hanging in mid-air.
She knew that children's intuition could sometimes be more acute than an adult's sophisticated instruments.
Nuonuo stretched out a chubby little finger.
She carefully peered through the gaps in the crib's safety railings and pointed to Lin An's chubby face.
"Dad, Mom, look!"
Her soft voice was filled with deep worry, mixed with a hint of undisguised disdain.
"My little brother keeps blowing bubbles through his nose."
She pointed to the transparent snot bubble on Lin An's nose that swelled and shrank with each even breath.
"And, while he was sleeping just now, he secretly let out a really loud fart, which startled me."
Nuonuo raised her head and looked at Lin Zhou with a serious expression, her big eyes sparkling with scrutiny.
"The white-bearded old man who gave me the gift just now said that my younger brother will be in charge of a large mineral deposit in the future."
"But now he can't even control his farting and blowing bubbles."
Nuonuo sighed heavily, looking worried like a little adult.
"Dad, are you sure he won't use the money he received for New Year's gifts to wipe his nose?"