It's probably because no one has dared to talk to Old Yao Lin like this for many years.
When Xiao Zheng said these words, Lin Laoyao's majestic face actually showed a slight trace of a strange color that was difficult to distinguish.
Yes.
The way he looked at Xiao Zheng changed slightly. But it's just a slight change. Soon, a more determined light appeared in his unfathomable deep eyes than before.
"Be equal?" Lin Laoyao opened his thin lips slightly and stared straight at Xiao Zheng. "Are you qualified?"
Lam's is the number one group in Asia. And Lin Laoyao himself has been the number one player in Asia for nearly ten years.
In the Lin family, no one can challenge Lao Yao Lin's authority. Even though he followed him to conquer the world, Tang Qingshan was under the Lin family alone. He had no chance of winning and was defeated instantly.
Xinao does have broad prospects. Its market value has also been recognized by all parties. But ENN's aura largely comes from its youth and vitality. Feixin'ao has reached its peak and is worshiped by thousands of people.
In terms of overall strength, Xin Omo is said to be no match for Lin. Even established wealthy families such as Shang Jingtian and Lu Dashan, including the Yan Family and Ye Gongguan. ENN does not have any advantage. Even in terms of overall strength, it is still slightly inferior.
Facts have proved that these established wealthy families, who were still able to hold down Xinao, had all been defeated by Lin Laoyao more than 20 years ago.
How could he, Xiao Zheng, be qualified to be on an equal footing with Old Demon Lin
Does Shang Jingtian dare to say that he is on an equal footing with Old Yao Lin? Does Lu Dashan dare
Faced with Lin Laoyao's domineering questioning, Xiao Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips and said, "Maybe it's still not enough. But I still have enough time."
"Are you sure?" Lin Laoyao said with an indifferent expression.
Xiao Zheng heard this and knew the subtext of Lin Laoyao's words.
Enough time
He doesn't have enough time.
The descendants of the Zhao family may open fire on Ye Mansion at any time. And Xiao Zheng will definitely not sit idly by. Under such circumstances, how could Xiao Zheng be qualified to be on an equal footing with Old Demon Lin? How can he catch up with Old Demon Lin
All these are difficult problems before Xiao Zheng. And each one is more difficult to solve than the last.
Whether it is the descendants of the Zhao family or the real trader Lin Laoyao. All have the ability to give Xiao Zheng a fatal blow.
After a brief silence, Xiao Zheng took a sip of tea, slowly raised his eyes and said: "Before Uncle Lin rose, perhaps Ye Gong was as unstoppable in your eyes as you are in mine. You finally won the victory and broke out of the siege. .I must have no chance?”
"Or - are you so confident that you really think you are invincible?" Xiao Zheng said slowly. His expression was calm and unhurried.
Lin Laoyao stared at Xiao Zheng for a moment and finally put down the tea cup. He said calmly: "Let's not mention other aspects for now. Tonight, you first try to see if you can beat me at the wine table."
Xiao Zheng grinned and said: "I'm afraid you have to call the hospital in advance. Prepare the ambulance."
Lin Laoyao stood up slowly and said calmly: "If necessary, I will prepare it for you."
…
This time, it seemed that Lin Xiaozhu no longer needed to liven up the atmosphere at the dinner table. She just chatted with Lin Huayin in a low voice. Mr. Dong Bi occasionally interjects, and the overall dining environment is harmonious.
What's more, there is a drinking contest between Lin Laoyao and Xiao Zheng.
No one stopped them.
Mr. Dong Bi didn't dare, but Lin Huayin didn't have the need.
I have promised to chat with Xiaozhu all night tonight. In addition, the body is still a little ailing. A few more days of delay would be necessary for Lin Huayin.
So the three women just watched helplessly as Lin Laoyao and Xiao Zheng drank together. It wasn't until both parties drank two kilograms of liquor each and were about to open the fifth bottle that the three women persuaded them to stop.
Forget about Xiao Zheng, he is still young and powerful. I got used to vomiting and vomiting.
Lin Laoyao is a middle-aged and elderly man who is over fifty. No matter how strong his body is and how powerful his resistance is. After all, he is not a young man.
Mr. Dong Bi was also distressed, fearing that something might happen to his man after drinking.
Finished dinner. Xiao Zheng was sitting in the living room a little top-heavy, drinking tea to sober up. Lin Huayin and her two sisters took on the important task of cleaning up the dishes. Mr. Dong Bi helped Lin Laoyao, who was slightly dizzy, go upstairs to rest.
Snap.
Lin Laoyao, who asked Mr. Dong Bi to accompany the young man, stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette leisurely. Take a deep breath and exhale a hazy smoke ring.
His head was clear, but his stomach felt slightly uncomfortable after being washed away by two kilograms of strong alcohol.
This was his body protesting to him, telling him that he was no longer a young man in the prime of life. Rather, he is a middle-aged man who is over fifty and heading towards aging.
It was no longer possible for him to be as crazy as Xiao Zheng.
Because he is no longer young.
"You can't even win at the wine table. How can you be on an equal footing with me?" Lin Laoyao put out his cigarette and turned to sleep.
…
Lin Huayin, who had cleaned up the kitchen, sat next to Xiao Zheng and asked solemnly: "Why are you suddenly having a drink with him?"
"He suggested it himself." Xiao Zheng drank several cups of strong tea in succession before his stomach felt better.
Two kilograms is not too much, but I drank it too quickly and too hard. Xiao Zhengfan's physical body is not the legendary one who will never get drunk after a thousand cups. His ability to drink was also developed in the army. Those years abroad were a blessing. But since he gradually assumed a high position in Xinao, the frequency of drinking has decreased a lot.
Especially because he was recently ordered by Lao Lin not to drink alcohol because of the man-making, his performance tonight was not ideal. Otherwise, he could do another bottle...
Lin Huayin glanced at Xiao Zheng: "You drank it when he suggested it?"
Seems a little unhappy.
Xiao Zheng hurriedly held Lao Lin's hand and said with a wry smile: "I promise I won't do it next time."
Lin Huayin shook his head, poured another cup of hot tea for Xiao Zheng, and said, "Drink more water."
Then he went to chat with Xiaozhu.
Dong Bijun laid out the mattress for the couple, then went downstairs to the living room and helped Xiao Zheng prepare a brightly colored fruit plate. He sat down and said with a smile: "Azheng, you have a really good capacity for drinking. Chaotian hasn't been drunk in many years."
"I haven't drunk like this in many years." Xiao Zheng smiled and asked with concern. "Uncle Lin, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Dong Bijun shook his head and smiled. "But don't drink like this in the future. It hurts your body. After all, your Uncle Lin is not a young man anymore. Once you are injured, it will take a long time to recover."
Xiao Zheng nodded in agreement. But in my heart, I was dumbfounded and laughed.
This woman is truly amazing.
Lao Lin had just finished feeling sorry for him, and now it was Mr. Dong Bi's turn to feel sorry for Old Yao Lin.
The ancients never deceived me. The daughter I married was the water I poured out. It's completely normal to turn your elbows outward.
A night of silence.
Xiao Zheng had drunk too much. In addition, Lao Lin went with Xiaozhu. He lay down early after taking a shower. Plan to have a solid and beautiful sleep.
But in the middle of the night, Xiao Zheng was sleeping in a daze, and he didn't know what time it was. Suddenly, a body that was slightly cold slipped into the bed. Full, bouncy, with a familiar scent.
Alcohol plus a sultry touch. Xiao Zheng subconsciously hugged the soft and boneless waist and kissed the smooth and white neck. He said confusedly: "Can't you sleep without me?"
A pair of hands clung to the plumpness very dishonestly.