Richest Man: Getting 7 Billion Red Pockets To Start With - Chapter 282
282 Awesome; Elder Qin’s Invitation!
The family drank tea and chatted at home. It was extremely relaxed and warm.
At this moment, Lin Xiaoyao seemed to have thought of something and asked, “Oh right, Brother, did you solve Hail Conjecture?”
She saw the news on her phone today.
However, the news only mentioned the school and the person’s name. There was no photo at all.
Initially, Lin Xiaoyao had planned to call Lin Fan today to ask him.
!!
Now, she could ask him face-to-face.
Lin Fan replied, “Yeah.”
Lin Xiaoyao’s eyes immediately widened as she shouted, “F*ck! Awesome!”
“Lil Yao, you’re a girl. You need to watch your words?” Dai Weixue scolded.
“Mom, that’s Hail Conjecture!” Lin Xiaoyao said. “It’s an unsolved problem in the world!”
“You should still watch your words… Do you still want to get married in the future?” Dai Weixue said.
“Why would I marry?” Lin Xiaoyao asked nonchalantly. “If I marry, what about my brother’s money?”
Time at home was like a stream of water, passing by quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was the second day.
Under the urging of his parents, Lin Fan ate lunch and drove the Mercedes-Benz to Jiangbei.
Just as he arrived at the Coiling Dragon Villa, the phone in Lin Fan’s pocket rang.
He looked at the caller ID and was surprised.
It was because the caller was Old Master Qin Weiming.
Lin Fan had a good impression of this old man.
He was bold and forthright, and he would repay kindness.
More importantly… If it were not for Qin Weiming’s group of people who had sacrificed their lives and fought hard, he would not be living a happy life today.
Lin Fan did not hesitate and answered the call.
“Hello, Elder Qin.”
“I came to Jiangbei with an old friend,” Qin Weiming said after a pause. “He’s not in good health. Can you come over to visit him when you’re free?”
This was his personality. He did not like to beat about the bush and be polite.
Lin Fan was not disgusted by this.
On the contrary… he also liked this kind of communication.
Old Master Qin Weiming’s good friend was probably an old hero.
Thus, Lin Fan replied, “Alright, I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan casually packed two bags of tea leaves and drove the Mercedes-Benz G-Class into the distance.
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived in front of the manor that he had been to before. Just like that time, there was a sentry at the door.
Clearly, they had already received orders. They did not stop Lin Fan’s car and just let it pass.
At this moment, Qin Weiming, Yue Zixiao, who had a badge on his shoulder, Hong Hanlin, the head of Jiang Province, and the others were sitting in the courtyard and chatting.
Qin Weiming heard the noise and slowly turned around. He laughed heartily and said, “Lin Fan, you came at the right time. We were just talking about you!”
Instantly, everyone present… turned their gazes to Lin Fan.
One had to know…
Everyone present was of high status, and their bodies were filled with a dense aura.
An ordinary person would probably be so frightened that their legs would tremble and their backs would be drenched in sweat even if they faced the gaze of any one of them. They would not dare to go forward.
However, Lin Fan remained calm.
“What are you talking about, Elder Qin?” he asked with a smile.
When everyone saw this, they nodded secretly.
“I told him you’re good at chess, but he doesn’t believe me!” Qin Weiming said. As he spoke, he pointed at the old man sitting in the wheelchair beside him.
Lin Fan could not help but size up the old man.
Although the old man was skinny and his skin was wrinkled, his cloudy eyes were like an eagle soaring in the sky. He was very spirited and gave people a feeling of dignity without anger.
“My name is Zhang Jian. Little Brother Lin, just now, Elder Qin made you sound so godly…
“But I’ve always believed that seeing is believing. Moreover, Elder Qin likes to go around bragging.
“So, Little Brother Lin, can you play two rounds with me?”
Qin Weiming immediately glared at him and said, “Old Zhang, when did I like to brag?”
Zhang Jian smiled and said, “Why… Are you afraid of being laughed at by exposing yourself in front of so many people? Are you angry from embarrassment?”
In fact, who dared to laugh at him?
Qin Weiming was so anxious that he stomped his feet. “Alright, alright! Lin Fan, hurry up and take him down! Don’t hold back!”
Lin Fan looked at the chess table beside him and the boiling water. “I’ve brought some good tea over. How about this? I’ll make some tea for everyone first.
“Then, we’ll drink tea and play chess. What do you think, Mr. Zhang?”
The middle-aged man who was standing behind Zhang Jian with the badge on his shoulder took a step forward and opened his mouth to say something.
One had to know…
Old leaders like Zhang Jian and Qin Weiming could not simply consume anything.
Even if it was just tea leaves, it would not work.
However, Qin Weiming beat him to it and said, “Alright! Then let’s make tea first!”
Then, he turned to Zhang Jian and said, “I forgot to mention that Lin Fan’s tea art is also at the master level!”
“Really?” Zhang Jian asked.
At this moment, Lin Fan walked over with two large bags of tea leaves.
He put the tea leaves into the teapot, then poured a full pot of boiling water. Finally, he poured the tea leaves into cups.
Only then did he say, “Elder Qin, Elder Zhang, and everyone else… Please have some tea.”
Seeing this…
Zhang Jian looked at Qin Weiming strangely.
That look, it was as if he was saying… ‘Is this the master-level tea art?’
Qin Weiming’s face turned slightly red as he shouted, “Lin Fan, you didn’t make tea like this last time!”
After all, he had just bragged about Lin Fan’s tea art.
It was simply a slap in the face in the blink of an eye.
Lin Fan said, “That was too wasteful last time.”
Qin Weiming seemed to want to say something, but Zhang Jian smiled and said, “Not bad! Drinking tea like this is simple and wasteful. I think it’s good!”
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and poured it into his mouth.
Gulp!
After drinking the tea, Zhang Jian seemed to have been immobilized. His entire body was completely frozen.
At this moment, Zhang Jian seemed to have returned to the era of his strong body and extraordinary years.
He no longer needed a wheelchair. He could carry a spear and a machete, run on the ground with all his might, and knock down enemies one after another…
Everything was so smooth and relaxing!
The middle-aged man who was standing behind Zhang Jian with the badge on his shoulder saw that Zhang Jian was holding the teacup without moving for a long time. His heart suddenly tightened as he asked anxiously, “Old Leader, what’s wrong?”
This shout finally pulled Zhang Jian back to reality. He sincerely praised, “Good tea!”
