Chapter 1144 The God of Wealth!

• Huang Haijie scratched the back of his head. Lin’s words left him half-confused. “Commander, I get that to you, money is just numbers,” he muttered. “But this—this is over a billion!” The more he thought about it, the more it stung. That was over a billion, not a handful of bucks. For most folks, one lifetime—heck, ten lifetimes—might not make a hundred million. And today, Lin had just tossed away more than a billion like it was nothing. How could Huang not feel the pain? Even though he knew Lin had flexed hard on Yilin Real Estate on purpose, fifty billion felt wildly unnecessary. “Haijie, remember this,” Lin said as he walked on, voice low. “We don’t live only for money. But if you want to survive, you can’t live without it. Cash is the master key that opens every door.” Hearing that, Huang fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded, fully agreeing. He’d once had no real concept of money—enough was enough. But after retiring, he learned how crucial money really was. Problem was, Lin clearly knew money mattered, so why burn it like this? “You’ll see,” Lin said casually, glancing at the people around them. He didn’t explain further. Huang paused, then nodded anyway. Lin hadn’t told him why he was spending that much, but those few words gave him a glimpse of Lin’s plan. The fifty-billion bid wasn’t just to cross swords with Li Zhilin. It ran deeper than that. He just couldn’t see it yet. Hands clasped behind his back, Lin walked on with a playful curve at his lips. Li Zhilin thought Lin was coming for him, hence the relentless bidding. In truth, it never crossed his mind that Lin didn’t even put Yilin Group on his radar. At best, they were a stepping stone. “M-Mr. Lin…” Suddenly, a woman around thirty eased up to Lin’s side. She wore a business suit with a short skirt, black stockings under it—Balenciaga. Nice figure, pretty face, very womanly. She tried to act composed, but Lin still caught the stiffness in her expression. “Hi.” Lin stopped and gave her a nod. “I’m the marketing manager at Carlson Industries_x000d_. Here’s my card,” she said, both hands offering it. “I hope we can get acquainted…” Earlier, the heavy hitters from the real estate circle had Lin surrounded, and she hadn’t dared step forward. Now that he was alone, she finally plucked up the courage to say hello. Still, her heart was all over the place. Those legs wrapped in black stockings kept shifting without her noticing. I mean, the young man in front of her—barely in his twenties—was a top-tier billionaire worth well over ten billion! People like that carried a powerful aura without trying. Even if Lin had walked right past and ignored her, she wouldn’t have dared complain. “Carlson Industries_x000d_,” Lin said, taking her card—and actually reading it. “Y-Yes, that’s right…” She looked up, thrilled, wanting to introduce their company, but nerves stole her voice. “I’ve got it,” Lin said, then handed the card to Huang behind him. “Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lin!” Her head bobbed in gratitude, heart hammering faster. She hadn’t expected him to accept her card at all. Not only did he take it, he was gracious about it. Felt like a dream. Back at the tender, Lin had been so dominant, so overbearing. Yilin Real Estate—assets in the billions—had been ground under his heel. It was hard to imagine someone that forceful could be this approachable. “Looks like Yilin Real Estate must’ve really ticked Mr. Lin off,” she murmured, watching him walk away. In the banquet hall, people took their seats. Plenty wanted to sit near Lin, but not too near, so the vibe was a bit awkward. Before long, Paul Hyams and his crew finished up the procedures and entered too. “Mr. Li, how’d it go? Did Mr. Lin really land that plot?” A boss had barely sat down when the folks around him leaned in, whispering. Mr. Li stayed silent for a good ten seconds before nodding slowly. “You won’t believe it,” he said. “Mr. Lin’s assistant wired fifty billion on the spot and secured the planning permit.” “Tell me that’s not insane firepower.” His words stunned the whole room. Shouting bids at a tender wasn’t much. But wiring fifty billion right there? That rocked the house. Some had doubted Lin’s strength before. He was so young, and in Fairlake he wasn’t exactly famous. No one could be sure he wasn’t just putting up a pretense. But now? No one dared question Lin’s power anymore. “Mr. Lin, cheers!” “Congratulations to Lin Real Estate—congrats, Mr. Lin!” In an instant, plenty stood and toasted him. The banquet buzzed, lively and loud. Every guest there dug for a way to cozy up to Lin. No one tried to pry into his background. If Lin had only thrown down twenty billion to get the land, folks would’ve been curious and might’ve probed into who he really was. But fifty billion? In a business circle where profit is king and cash rules, Lin was the God of Wealth, no doubt. When a living money tree walks in, who dares be nosy, who dares dig into his past?