indianbanksassociation Chapter 351 Lin Zhou served as the officiant at the wedding, and the red envelopes were enough to fi
Chapter 351 Lin Zhou served as the officiant at the wedding, and the red envelopes were enough to fi
"Old Chen, your tie is crooked."
Lin Zhou stood in front of the mirror, letting Lao Chen help him straighten his long-unused black suit.
After not wearing this thing for three months, he actually felt a bit restricted, not as comfortable as the tank tops and shorts he wore on the island.
However, today is Zhou Yang's real big day.
Even if Lin Zhou wanted to slack off, he still had to put on a show for his brothers without missing a beat.
The wedding was held discreetly at the Beijing Hotel.
The so-called low profile simply meant that no unscrupulous media outlets were invited, but the security measures at the event were raised to the highest level of the Lin Group from the very beginning.
Within a two-kilometer radius of the hotel, there were Lin family black-clad assassins whose headsets were flashing green lights.
Lin Zhou, as the most senior and influential "behind-the-scenes god" in the entire event, led his family and personally walked down the red carpet into the banquet hall.
With his left arm linked with Su Qingge, who was dressed in a haute couture gown and looked as aloof as an angel, and with his right hand holding Nuonuo, who was dressed like a pink meatball.
Old Chen carefully pushed the specially made pure black stroller, inside which little An'an was sucking on a pacifier, craning her neck to look around.
The arrival of this family of four plunged the previously noisy banquet hall into an eerie silence.
Those old-time celebrities and heads of prominent families in Beijing who were originally gathered together, drinking and chatting, were now like ducks with their necks being choked.
They stared blankly at Lin Zhou, their champagne glasses hovering in mid-air, too afraid to put them down.
Who would have thought that this financial tyrant, who had already retired from the South Pacific financial world, would personally set foot on the land of the capital again for the wedding of that second-generation rich kid from the Zhou family.
Several CEOs who usually exude an air of authority in financial news exchanged glances.
They bowed slightly in perfect unison, their faces plastered with an almost humble, ingratiating smile.
"Mr. Lin, it's been a long time! You look even more radiant than before."
A shipping company executive named Mr. Zhao boldly approached, bending at a ninety-degree angle, and handed over a pure gold personal business card with both hands.
Lin Zhou didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his slender fingers casually waving in the air.
"Today I'm not some CEO Lin, just an ordinary officiant."
Lin Zhou didn't even take the business card, his expression as indifferent as if he were looking at a lifeless plastic plant.
"Don't disturb my brother's wedding. If you have official business, go find Li Ming."
Mr. Zhao met with a tough challenge, and cold sweat immediately poured down his forehead.
But he dared not utter a single complaint; instead, he backed away, smiling obsequiously and nodding repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin is right. Young Master Zhou is the main character today. I was too presumptuous."
Those wealthy families who had originally hoped to take this opportunity to get closer to the powerful were so frightened by this scene that they all withdrew their feet.
This is Lin Zhou's current deterrent power.
Even if he doesn't say a word, just by standing there, his aura as a tycoon, built on countless bones and capital, can crush the backbone of these old foxes.
He doesn't care at all what these so-called celebrities think.
Lin Zhou stepped through the crowd and walked straight toward Zhou Yang, who was standing to the side of the stage, scratching his head anxiously.
Zhou Yang looked quite presentable today, a white suit that made him look much more energetic, but his legs were still shaking uncontrollably.
The bride, Su Xiaoya, stood beside him, wearing a pure white wedding dress. Her pretty face was flushed, and her eyes showed both the joy of getting married and a bit of timidity at the grand occasion before her.
"Old Lin! You've finally arrived!"
As soon as Zhou Yang saw Lin Zhou, it was as if he had seen his own father. He rushed over and grabbed Lin Zhou's arm tightly.
"Dude, my heart rate is almost 200. If you don't come soon, I'm really going to go into shock right here."
"Promising."
Lin Zhou rolled his eyes at him, amused, and patted him on the shoulder.
"You married the prettiest receptionist at Starry Sky Media, you must be laughing in your sleep, and you're still pretending to be weak here?"
Upon seeing Lin Zhou, Su Xiaoya quickly lifted her skirt in preparation for bowing.
"Mr. Lin, Ms. Su."
Su Qingge gently reached out and supported her, her peach blossom eyes full of kind smiles.
"Xiaoya, today you are the bride and the birthday girl, so don't call him President Lin anymore. Just call him Old Lin like Zhou Yang does."
Lin Zhou nodded and took a specially made mahogany box from Old Chen's hand.
The box wasn't large, but it emitted a strong, rich aroma of sandalwood.
All eyes were once again focused on this moment, and everyone was frantically speculating about what kind of dowry this incredibly wealthy Godfather Lin would give to his founding hero.
Lin Zhou shoved the box into Zhou Yang's arms.
"Keep this as a gift for your younger brother and sister-in-law."
Zhou Yang curiously lifted a corner of the box, and after seeing what was inside, he gasped in shock.
There were no gold bars or tacky checks inside.
Inside were two asset transfer agreements that had been stamped with official seals and had global legal effect.
The first one is Tingtao Pavilion, a royal-level summer resort located in the suburbs of Beijing, covering nearly a thousand acres.
That place was so valuable that it was practically worthless back then.
Now, Lin Zhou didn't even frown, and directly transferred it to Su Xiaoya's name.
The second document was an even bigger bombshell that drove the entire business community in Beijing into a frenzy.
Five percent of the lifetime bonus shares of Star Media's wholly-owned overseas subsidiary, under the Lin's Trust.
Moreover, it is a special type of stock with absolute veto power.
This means that as long as Chinese-language films earn even a single penny on this planet, Zhou Yang and Su Xiaoya's descendants can live on mountains of gold and silver, enjoying endless food and drink for generations to come.
This is tantamount to personally crafting an indestructible get-out-of-jail-free card for Zhou Yang, a spoiled brat despised by his family.
"Old Lin... what you've done..."
Zhou Yang's eyes instantly reddened, and her throat choked so much that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
He knew Lin Zhou was protective of his own, but he never expected that Lin Zhou would go to such lengths to build such a vast empire for him, the spendthrift son of yesteryear.
Su Xiaoya covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. She never imagined that she, an ordinary receptionist, could receive such a dowry.
"Stop crying and wailing like a woman."
Lin Zhou chuckled and cursed, then casually picked up two glasses of strong liquor from the waiter's tray and shoved one of them into Zhou Yang's hand.
"This world is something we built together. As long as I, Lin Zhou, get a bite of meat, you, kid, will get a bone too."
"This glass of wine is a toast to you, as your older brother. From now on, treat your younger siblings well."
Lin Zhou raised his glass, and the cold, chaebol exterior in his eyes instantly melted away, leaving only the purest brotherhood.
"Let's do it!"
Zhou Yang wiped away her tears, then clinked glasses with Lin Zhou and downed the strong liquor in one gulp.
The celebrities in the audience watched this scene with envy so intense it made their eyes red and their hearts ache as if they had overturned a jar of vinegar.
They've worked hard for half their lives, yet they don't even have the right to hand Lin Zhou a business card.
Zhou Yang, the former troublemaker, has risen to the top in the world simply because he drank with Lin Zhou a few times when Lin Zhou was down on his luck. They can't even catch up with him.
They can't envy this kind of life.
The wedding march slowly began to play.
Lin Zhou pulled Su Qingge to sit in the family section in the center of the audience.
Nuonuo sat on Lin Zhou's lap, holding a piece of wedding candy, and was trying hard to stuff it into Xiao An'an's drooling little mouth.
"Little brother, eat some candy. After you eat the candy, you'll grow up to be like Uncle Yang and marry Aunt Xiaoya, who cries a lot."
The little girl's innocent words made Su Qingge, who was standing next to Lin Zhou, roll her eyes at him.
"Look at you, what kind of ideas are you putting into the child every day at home?"
Lin Zhou laughed and took his wife's small hand in his palm.
"I call this early emotional education."
"Old Chen, is everything ready for tonight's flight?"
Lin Zhou turned his head and asked a question.
"Everything is ready, young master. The flight path back to the island has been cleared."
Old Chen responded in a low voice.
Lin Zhou looked at the newlyweds embracing happily on the stage and breathed a sigh of relief.
The last lingering attachment to the capital has finally been put to rest today.
"Let's go home, honey."
Lin Zhou stood up.
"Mr. Lin, wait a minute, that young master from the Chu family outside..."
Li Ming stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, blocking the way with a somewhat flustered expression.