Conceited Son-in-law/C8 Wait for the Bankruptcy
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C8 Wait for the Bankruptcy

Inside the Shuixuan Hotel, Zhang Lin was still daydreaming.

As far as he was concerned, Tang Yunling's prey was already unable to escape his grasp.

Lee Xiuting stood by his side and regarded him as her future son-in-law.

At that time, the soft ones would be hard, while the hard ones would be dirty ones. How could he not be afraid?

As for Tang Yunling's husband, Qin Zhuo, Zhang Lin sneered. That good-for-nothing, there was no need to put him in his eyes at all.

Seeing Qin Zhuo striding over, Zhang Lin paused, thinking it was an illusion. After confirming it was a real person, he couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"Really, Cao Cao Cao is here. I will buy a green hat for you in two days. I believe you will like it."

Qin Zhuo walked to the dining table. Without saying anything, he picked up the plate of steak and threw it at Zhang Lin's head.


The porcelain plate was broken and pieces fell onto the ground. Zhang Lin's head was bulging and blood was seeping out of his hair.

Zhang Lin was shocked. He didn't believe that this trash was so decisive when he made a move.

"Trash, do you know who laozi is? You dare to hit me, do you not want to live anymore? " Zhang Lin roared in pain.

Qin Zhuo didn't say anything, he grabbed the back of Zhang Lin's head with his hands and slammed onto the table with all of his strength.


Zhang Lin's head hit the table heavily.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Qin Zhuo kept pressing down on Zhang Lin's head, knocking it against the table, one after another.

It was as if he had treated Zhang Lin's head like a drummer and the dining table like a drum. He was just playing the drum, enjoying the beauty brought about by the rapid rhythm of the drumming.

Before Zhang Lin could recover his wits, Qin Zhuo picked up Zhang Lin again, like a chicken, and threw him against the wall.

With this collision, Zhang Lin felt as if his entire body was going to fall apart and then heavily hit the ground.

Next, Qin Zhuo's shoes, which were as hard as stone and as dense as rain, crazily tilted onto Zhang Lin's body.

The diners around them were all terrified and backed away.

A waiter tremblingly walked forward, "Sir, you guys …"

Qin Zhuo turned around, took out a badge from his pocket and threw it to the waiter.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. Hand this badge over to your manager, he will understand."

The attendant caught the badge. It was a black badge that looked very strange, but he didn't dare to ask any questions.

After all, Shuixuan was a five star hotel, and the waiters working here all had good eyesight. They would not judge by appearances, and if they did not dare to ask, they would not dare to ask too many questions.

If they angered a big shot, they wouldn't be able to keep up with them.

Thus, the waiter looked at the security guards and gave them a meaningful glance, indicating that they should step back for the time being. Then, he hurriedly rushed upstairs.

After being beaten like a thunderstorm, Zhang Lin felt a little sluggish. He was very scared, but when he thought about his position, he gained a little more courage.

"It's useless. Qin Zhuo, waste is waste. You are only fit to be a waste that does laundry and cooks. I will tell you, what is status, but the tuition is very expensive, so the consequences will be very, very bad for you. "

Zhang Lin was sure that Qin Zhuo didn't dare to touch him again.

Putting that aside, Zhang Lin felt that Qin Zhuo, this trashy son-in-law, was not worthy to be his opponent. He felt that with his position of wealth, he could instantly crush Qin Zhuo into pieces.

Hearing Zhang Lin's threats, Qin Zhuo smiled. He looked at Zhang Lin indifferently and asked, "Are you very rich?"

Zhang Lin was much more confident when it came to money. He spat out the blood in his mouth and said in disdain.

"I am the president of Shengming Garment Group. As for money, do you have no idea how much money you have? I heard that you get dozens of pieces of Tang Family every day, hehe, I treat you like a dog, understand? "

Qin Zhuo rubbed his nose and said, "Shengming Group, right? "Fine, I'll let you go bankrupt."

Zhang Lin looked at Qin Zhuo as if he was looking at a fool. He laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, bankruptcy? You are simply laughing like your dad. Your father's Sheng Ming Corporation has a market capitalization of 400 million. The more you do it, the more popular it becomes. The situation in the future is going to be great. Do you know how to write the word "bankruptcy"? "

Qin Zhuo took out his cell phone, dialed a number and coldly said, "Guard, Buzhou City's Sheng Ming Apparel Group will go bankrupt in two minutes."

With that, Qin Zhuo hung up and quietly looked at Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin was laughing so hard that tears almost came out. His whole face was in extreme pain, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

In his eyes, Qin Zhuo was as poor as a psychopath, poor as a fool.

"Haha, gone? I'll call, too. I'm going to be the richest man in the world tomorrow. "Hur hur, you idiot."

Zhang Lin held his waist and got up from the ground. He found a chair and sat down. Then he took out a paper from the table and wiped the blood from his forehead.

Zhang Lin sneered as he wiped it off, "A minute has passed, right? Where's the bankruptcy? Silly, you made the Shengming Corporation go bankrupt instead?"

Qin Zhuo looked at the time and said expressionlessly, "54 seconds left."

Zhang Lin wiped the blood off his face. It was smeared all over the face, as if it was covered in red paint.

He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, "Fuck, I'm also sick. I know you have a problem with your brain, but I'm still playing with you."

Zhang Lin prepared to make a phone call to call for Qin Zhuo. He touched his phone and found that it was on his subordinate's body.

Therefore, Zhang Lin shouted at the entrance of the hotel, "I told you to stay outside. I'm not going to let you die outside. Get the hell in here."

This roar of pain once again made him scratch his ears and scratch his cheeks.

Qin Zhuo said, "10 more seconds."

Shortly after, Zhang Lin's lackey ran in with a head full of sweat. His face was full of panic and nervousness, as if he had met with an incredible situation.

When the attendant saw Zhang Lin's face covered in blood, he was shocked. He paused for a moment and said uncertainly, "Boss Zhang, it's bad, we just received a call from the company."

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