Aren't we friends? Why are you rushing at me?

The number was still marked as an unknown number. Lin Shi still turned on the speakerphone and placed the phone in the center of the table.

"Feed? Mr. Lin?"

A familiar female voice came through the phone, and Lin Shi immediately knew it was Lin Qingyao who had made the call.

Without further delay, I responded immediately:

"It's me, Miss Lin. What are your instructions?"

Lin Qingyao skipped all the pleasantries and went straight to the point:

"Mr. Lin, it's mainly about the matter I entrusted to you this morning."

"I want to leave the Lin family. Do you have any ideas on how?"

Upon hearing Lin Qingyao's question, Lin Shi immediately recalled the conversation from this morning: the incident of a sick mother switching the real and fake daughters.

The question I hadn't asked that morning also resurfaced:

"Miss Lin, is the Lin family really restricting your departure?"

"Yes. I've already spoken to my brother about it, but the suggestion was rejected."

Lin Qingyao gave a soft but firm response from the other end of the phone.

"Is there some special reason? Like, is there an engagement or something?"

Lin Shi continued to ask.

If there's an engagement, job, or shares involved, it's easier to explain and handle.

But if it's something like family ties or bonds, that kind of supernatural power, he'll really have to worry about it for a while.

Lin Qingyao's answer was crisp and decisive:

"I have neither an engagement nor a job."

"I wasn't very healthy when I was a child because of a hereditary disease. So my parents never planned for me to take over the company's affairs."

"They did give me some shares, which is supposed to provide for my future. But I have no intention of taking them with me, and they refused to return them."

"So I don't understand why they won't let me leave."

After speaking, he paused for two seconds, seemingly embarrassed, before continuing:

"There's another thing. After I leave the Lin family, I might have some financial problems. So I might not be able to offer you much compensation. I'm sorry."

Lin Shi clicked his tongue as he listened to Lin Qingyao's conversation.

Suddenly I find the Lin family quite interesting.

Those outside the house want to get in, and those inside want to get out, but the problem is they can't get out.

It really feels novel.

Lin Shi pondered for a moment:

If there's no other reason, then it can only be a bond.

The good news is that I'm not a villain, so I don't need to be afraid of the power of bonds.

But the lack of any clear solution still made him sigh.

Forget it! I'll accept it!

Whether you accept one or two, it's all the same.

Moreover, the two commissions are essentially the same thing; having too many lice makes you feel less itchy.

It's Lin Qingyao.

If you talk about your future situation like that, how could I possibly ask you for compensation?

Lin Shi hesitated for a moment, then spoke tentatively:

"I can take the commission. As for the payment, why don't you share it with me?"

"also?"

Lin Qingyao's puzzled voice came through, not quite understanding the meaning of "also".

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I had another request before, and I gave it to them at a friend's price. That's why I said 'also'."

Lin Shi quickly spoke up to defend himself.

It was really just a slip of the tongue due to inexperience. If we keep dwelling on this issue and reveal that Lin Wanrou also entrusted something, things will get interesting.

Lin Qingyao didn't press the matter further, but instead asked with some hesitation:

"Mr. Lin, is this price a bit difficult for you?"

Lin Shi waved his hand, not caring whether the other side could see him or not:

"It's okay. Just one yuan is fine, we're all brothers!"

After he finished speaking, several more words of thanks rang out from the room.

Lin Shi hung up the phone again and called the waiter in.

The waiter had just opened the door when his phone rang again. He glanced around the private room and wisely closed the door again.

No, is this ever going to end?!

Lin Shi looked at his phone, which was vibrating and bouncing incessantly on the table, and felt somewhat overwhelmed.

They can't even get a meal.

If there were money to be made, that would be fine, but the problem is that the two commissions only cost two dollars in total, which really can't even cover the gas costs.

He secretly vowed: whoever it is, he'll definitely rip them off this time.

Lin Shi stared at the phone in the center of the table and pressed the answer button hard.

A somewhat calm male voice came through:

"Mr. Lin, I am Lin Tingquan. I have a request for you, and I don't know if you would be willing to accept it."

Upon hearing Lin Tingquan's naturally noble voice, Lin Shi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled back into his stomach.

He clasped his hands together and casually brushed the hair from his forehead behind his head, his eyes brimming with undisguised excitement.

"It's finally here."

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With barely suppressed excitement, he said quickly:

"I accept, I accept. What is your request?"

As he spoke, a somewhat sinister smile appeared on his face.

A pitiful background or a poor family background are not reasons that apply to you.

Come on, let's make the decision.

Even if you ask me to deliver takeout, I'll still get Lin Qingyao and Lin Wanrou's commission fees from you.

Three commissions—for a family like that, it would cost at least a million to find one.

Lin Shi tilted his head back and let out a silent laugh. His whole body trembled slightly from laughing.

Ye Cheng and Su Xin huddled together in fear as they watched Lin Shi's somewhat "crazy" actions.

Lin Tingquan ignored Lin Shi's somewhat urgent voice and instead asked a question first:

"Mr. Lin, do you know what's most important to an auction house?"

Before Lin Shi could answer, his tone suddenly turned cold:

"It's not about wealth, it's not about background, it's about reputation."

"No matter what, an auction house needs a reputation for not selling counterfeit goods in order to truly establish itself in this industry."

Lin Shi frowned as he listened to Lin Tingquan's seemingly cryptic words.

The phrase "We don't sell counterfeit goods" seems to have a deeper meaning.

So, for the Lin family, is Lin Qingyao, whom they raised for 20 years, a fake, or is Lin Wanrou, who was never actually revealed to the public, a fake?

Lin Shi fell into thought, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table:

"So, Mr. Lin Tingquan, what is your request?"

Without any further clues, Lin Shi had no idea who the counterfeit goods were referring to.

Just ask directly. The main point is: instead of guessing, it's better to ask the other person directly.

Lin Tingquan, however, seemed to have heard something of salvation. His previous coldness vanished, and he spoke quickly, his tone tinged with complaint:

"Wanrou seems to dislike this family, and Qingyao, I don't know why, also wants to leave the Lin family."

There are now six people in my family: my grandfather, my parents, myself, and my two younger sisters.

"Two people suddenly leaving, who can accept that?"

"I'm already exhausted from checking the authenticity of things at the company every day, I really don't have the energy to worry about the two of them."

"Look at this, how can we make the two of us happy every day and live a good life?"

"Let me tell you, I really don't understand. The Lin family didn't skimp on food or clothing for them, so why..."

Lin Tingquan seemed exhausted from distinguishing truth from falsehood, and finally found an outlet for his frustrations. A torrent of complaints flowed out.

For the nth time today, Lin Shi's eyes widened, and an unnamed anger almost burst from his mouth, rushing towards Lin Tingquan.

Does "not selling counterfeit goods" mean you're tired of authenticating items every day?

Someone of your caliber shouldn't be spouting nonsense, like a sow trying to catch a ball, one phrase after another.

Does that really mean your Lin family doesn't sell counterfeit goods?

Is this really true?!