indianbanksassociation Chapter 193 Lin Zhou: Dad, your pen is harder than a gun barrel.
Chapter 193 Lin Zhou: Dad, your pen is harder than a gun barrel.
The CEO's office was filled with the aroma of tea.
That feeling of relief after surviving a disaster, along with the rich aroma of Da Hong Pao tea, slowly permeated every corner.
Su Zhentian sat on the leather sofa that originally belonged to Su Qingge, holding the purple clay teapot in his hand and gently skimming off the foam. His expression was as leisurely as an old man who had just finished practicing Tai Chi in the park. You would never guess that just half an hour ago, this was the same old man who had ruined an entertainment empire worth tens of billions with a single calligraphy brush.
Lin Zhou was currently acting as a waiter.
He carried the teapot and diligently refilled his father-in-law's cup, his movements so precise they could qualify him for a tea ceremony certificate.
"Dad, please have some tea."
Lin Zhou handed over the teacup, his expression quite interesting, a mixture of admiration, shock, and a hint of relief that "thankfully this is my father-in-law."
"To be honest, Dad, I've really seen something new today."
Lin Zhou plopped down in the chair opposite him, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"I used to think that fighting in the capital market was just about money, who had the bigger fist, and who was more shameless."
"But you're quite something."
He gave a thumbs-up, making an exaggerated gesture.
"You didn't spend a single penny, and with just a few hundred words, you completely crushed Dynasty Entertainment. This isn't just writing an article; it's a precision-guided Tomahawk cruise missile!"
"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit, without shedding blood. Your pen is a hundred times harder than the gun in Zhou Lixing's hand!"
Upon hearing this, Su Zhentian did not show any smugness.
He simply blew a breath of hot air, took a sip of tea, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well.
"Kid, you think I'm showing off?"
He put down his teacup, glanced at Lin Zhou and Su Qingge, and his tone suddenly became earnest.
"Remember this."
"Money can indeed solve many problems in this world. But money cannot solve people's hearts."
"That little brat from the Zhou family is still too green. Does he think that just because he learned a few tricks of capital operation from Wall Street, he can run rampant in China? That he can treat everyone like pawns?"
Su Zhentian snorted coldly, and with a slight increase in pressure on his hands that were playing with the walnuts, a crisp "crack" sound was heard.
"That's a technique, a minor one."
"In China, doing business and being a person are all about the concept of 'Tao' (the Way)."
"Capital must have a bottom line, and culture must have a backbone. Once you lose your sense of awe and value money more than anything else, you are not far from destruction."
"This article is not me abusing my power to bully others."
"Instead, I'm setting the rules for this industry."
His words were powerful and resounding.
Lin Zhou was shocked to hear this.
He dropped his playful grin, sat up straight, and his eyes held a newfound respect.
This is the pattern.
While Zhou Lixing was still focused on stock price fluctuations and market share, Su Zhentian was already contemplating the industry's bottom line and the inheritance of its culture.
This is not just a gap in wealth, but a chasm in terms of mindset.
Su Qingge, who had been sitting silently to the side, now had slightly reddened eyes.
Looking at her father, whose temples were already streaked with gray, she couldn't suppress the bittersweet emotions welling up inside her.
From childhood, she always felt that her father was a tyrannical and autocratic ruler.
He opposed her studying music, opposed her entering the entertainment industry, and even cut off all her financial resources when she insisted on founding Starry Sky Media.
She thought it was a controlling nature, and that she didn't understand.
until today.
When the mountain called "Dynasty" pressed down on her, and everyone avoided her like the plague, it was this old man who stood in front of her without hesitation.
He used his lifelong reputation and influence to protect her.
"dad……"
Like a wronged little girl, Su Qingge moved to Su Zhentian's side, reached out and hugged his arm, resting her head on his broad shoulder.
Was I... particularly immature before?
"I always felt you looked down on the entertainment industry, that you were old-fashioned. Actually... you were just afraid I'd get corrupted by this big melting pot, afraid I'd be bullied, right?"
Su Zhentian's body stiffened slightly.
He looked down at his daughter's affectionate face, and his stern gaze instantly melted into water.
But he still kept a straight face and snorted irritably.
"You only found out now?"
"Back then, you were so determined to get into this industry that you couldn't be pulled away even by ten oxen. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have been devoured by those ruthless capitalists long ago, leaving not even ashes."
As he spoke, he reached out his slightly rough hand and awkwardly patted Su Qingge on the back.
"Alright, you're a grown woman, still acting like a child. Aren't you afraid Lin Zhou will laugh at you?"
"He dares!"
Su Qingge raised her head, glared at Lin Zhou with a haughty expression, and then snuggled against her father's shoulder.
"With you here, who dares to laugh at me?"
Lin Zhou watched this scene and a warm smile appeared on his lips.
This is home.
There is no scheming or backstabbing in the marketplace, only the purest blood ties and family affection.
After comforting his daughter, Su Zhentian turned his head and his gaze fell back on Lin Zhou.
In those eyes, there was less scrutiny and more approval, and even a hint of entrustment between men.
"Lin Zhou".
"Dad, please speak." Lin Zhou sat up straight.
"Although this matter has been resolved, that brat from the Zhou family is someone who holds grudges. Having suffered such a great loss this time, he will definitely not let it go."
Su Zhentian stroked the teacup in his hand, his tone calm and steady.
"I can protect Qingge for a while, but not forever. This Starry Sky Media is ultimately a battlefield for you young people."
"I have only one question for you."
"If one day, these old bones of mine become too weak to move, or if the Zhou family resorts to even more insidious tricks, can you stand up like a man and shield Qingge from all the storms?"
The air was still for a few seconds.
Su Qingge also raised her head and looked at Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou did not answer immediately.
He stood up, walked up to Su Zhentian, and made no promises or grand pronouncements.
He simply looked into the old man's eyes, his gaze clear and firm, like a drawn sword, its sharpness restrained yet indestructible.
"dad."
"Don't worry."
"As long as I, Lin Zhou, still have a breath left."
"Anyone who wants to mess with Qingge, anyone who wants to mess with Xingkong, will have to step over my dead body first."
"Whether it's Zhou Lixing or some other monster or demon."
"If one comes, I'll kill one. If two come, I'll kill them both."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable ruthlessness.
That was the confidence born from having faced life and death and possessing the strength of a system.
Su Qingge looked at Lin Zhou at this moment and felt her heart skip a beat.
The man who usually wore an apron and cooked, and the king of singers who shouted wildly on stage, seemed to merge together at this moment, becoming a majestic mountain.
Su Zhentian stared at Lin Zhou for a full five seconds.
Sudden.
He smiled.
A rare, genuine smile appeared on that perpetually tense face.
"it is good."
"Good lad."
"As expected of the son-in-law I, Su Zhentian, have chosen, he has some backbone."
He stood up, straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit, and seemed to be preparing to leave.
Just when Lin Zhou thought this touching scene was about to come to an end.
Su Zhentian walked to the door, then suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked at Lin Zhou, who was still moved. The admiring look in his eyes was still there, but the smile on his lips suddenly turned into a haughty snort.
"snort."
That hum was full of twists and turns, and carried a profound meaning.