Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1117 - 562: Mr. Lin, Would You Marry My Daughter?

The crowd was secretly shocked, and their eyes unconsciously turned to Zhao Lirong.

What would this financial director of Shadowstream Media and the daughter of the president of Hu'er Finance do in response to this sudden massive claim? Luo Xiong and others looked at her nervously, as if awaiting a verdict.

Even Zheng Qian, who was pushed to the front, looked at Zhao Lirong with a bit of worry.

She feared that Lin Beichen's exorbitant demand might anger this immensely powerful young lady, bringing unforeseen troubles to Lin Beichen.

However, under everyone's gaze, Zhao Lirong just nodded slightly, her voice calm yet firm, "Okay, thirty million, I'll transfer it to her account."

The crowd was in an uproar. Everyone was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that they couldn't speak.

Thirty million, just agreed to like that?

Without even batting an eye?

What kind of background does this Mr. Lin have to make Zhao Lirong concede so readily?

Zhao Lirong ignored everyone's shock, stepping forward to approach Lin Beichen with eyes as sharp as a knife, "Mr. Lin, I hope this matter ends here." With that, she turned and lifted the limp Zhao Haoming off the ground as if he were a chick, tossing him into the Maserati's backseat, and then drove away.

With Zhao Lirong's departure, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly relaxed. Luo Zisheng rubbed his hands, somewhat awkwardly looking at Lin Beichen, "Um, Mr. Lin, I have some family matters to attend..." Lin Beichen glanced at him, saying indifferently, "Go ahead, don't forget what I said." Luo Zisheng, as if granted amnesty, nodded rapidly and bowed, hastily leaving with Luo Xiong and others.

Lin Beichen turned to Zheng Qian and instructed, "Be careful the next few days, contact me if you need anything." After speaking, he gave Zheng Qian his phone number and then turned to leave. Although Liet Huo and others grumbled incessantly, when they saw the food in Lin Beichen's hand, they could only give up.

As the group gathered to drink and chat, Liet Huo suddenly remembered something and tugged at Lin Beichen, "By the way, a young master from the Chen Family came looking for you earlier." Lin Beichen nodded, "I know, it should be Chen Sheng." A thought stirred in his heart, recalling the promise he had made to Chen Sheng to visit his uncle. What could this Second Lord of the Chen Family want with him?

Although Youyuan was located in the bustling city center, it seemed isolated from the outside world, quiet and elegant. Tall courtyard walls blocked the noise outside, and everything inside was made of stone and wood, exuding an antique and elegant ambiance. Lin Beichen stood outside the gate, surveying before stepping forward, but was stopped by a burly man, "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? This is the private residence of the Second Lord Chen, you can't just trespass!" The burly man, dressed in a black suit, tall and with a silver earring on his left ear, looked rather arrogant. He sized up Lin Beichen with a disdainful expression, "Looking like that, you're not the kind of rich person who should get lost immediately! Don't be an eyesore around here!" Lin Beichen frowned and was about to speak when a voice interrupted from behind, "Who is making a ruckus?" A young man approached, and upon seeing the man with the earring, his face turned stern, "You again? Always trying to take advantage of my family!" With that, he kicked the man with the earring to the ground and then turned to Lin Beichen with an apologetic smile, "I apologize, Mr. Lin, the people under me are ignorant and offended you. Please forgive us." Saying this, he personally led Lin Beichen through the gates of Youyuan. The man with the earring, clutching his aching buttocks, could only watch the backs of the two disappear from view with anger but not daring to say anything.

Guided by the young man, Lin Beichen soon arrived at a beautifully arranged courtyard.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit was sitting at a table, and upon seeing Lin Beichen arrive, he immediately stood up with a warm smile, "Mr. Lin's esteemed visit truly brings light to our humble dwelling! Please, have a seat!"

With that, he personally pulled out a chair for Lin Beichen, then sat opposite him.

Though the middle-aged man's face was full of pockmarks, his smile was very sincere, creating no sense of discord. He was Chen Er, Chen Sheng's second uncle and Chen Yuanyuan's father.

Chen Er looked at Lin Beichen and spoke straightforwardly, "Mr. Lin is a straightforward person, and I don't like beating around the bush. The main reason I'm meeting you today is to ask for your help..."

He then detailed the situation to Lin Beichen, hoping to gain his assistance. After hearing the account, Lin Beichen also fell into contemplation.

This matter did not seem simple, but since Chen Er had approached him with enough sincerity, it seemed he had no reason to refuse.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "Alright, I agree."

Chen Er was overjoyed upon hearing this, immediately raising his glass to toast Lin Beichen in gratitude, and Lin Beichen also raised his glass in return, exchanging a silent understanding between the two.

In Port City, Chen Er had secured a top-tier status with his identity and strength.

However, at this moment, he seemed to be overwhelmed by a young man.

The two sunglass-wearing bodyguards behind him, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They couldn't imagine how Chen Er could end up in such a situation.

Amid the crowd's astonishment, Lin Beichen remained calm and composed.

He parted his lips slightly and said, "Say what you want quickly, I can't afford to waste time."

Upon hearing this, Chen Er smiled faintly, and after a moment's pause, he looked at Lin Beichen and asked tentatively, "Mr. Lin is not married yet, right?"

Lin Beichen nodded, not even glancing at Chen Er, sipping his wine without saying much. Chen Er stared intently at Lin Beichen, seeing his expressionless face, he couldn't help but suppress a laugh inwardly. He proactively poured wine for him, praising, "Mr. Lin is a young talent, a pillar of the nation. I wonder if I might be fortunate enough to become in-laws with you?"