Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 74 Celestial Master, what does it mean when the smoke turns black? It means it's time for you to set off!

"Mr. Lin Hao," the captain said.

"We are the Municipal Economic Investigation Brigade."

"In accordance with relevant laws and regulations, coercive measures are now being taken against you."

You are suspected.

"The organization and its leaders disclosed false information."

"Suspected of concealing or disguising the proceeds of crime."

"Suspected of illegal cross-border fund transfers."

"The amount involved is substantial."

"Please come with us now."

Lin Hao raised his head.

He looked at the captain.

He opened his mouth.

I want to say, "I don't know anything."

I wanted to say, "My dad made all of this."

I wanted to say, "I just received the shares last night, less than 34 hours ago."

I wanted to say, "You've got the wrong person."

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Because he knew.

all of these.

Legally speaking

He is now the 100% legal representative of the Lin Group.

His signature was clearly written on all the agreements.

He owns all of the Lin Group's assets.

All liabilities.

All historical issues.

All compliance issues.

They all bear responsibility.

100%

Supreme responsibility.

He is the only one in the Lin Group.

There is no one else who can share this burden.

Legal representative.

The wish he made himself.

He welded himself to this position.

forever.

I can't get down.

Two police officers stepped forward.

They took a pair of silver handcuffs from their waists.

"Click".

The cold metal buckle was fastened to Lin Hao's wrist.

Lin Hao lowered his head.

He looked at the handcuffs on his wrists.

He suddenly remembered.

Yesterday afternoon.

At Qingyun Temple.

The words written on that stone tablet.

Three sticks of incense.

One wish.

Making a wish is free.

I will fulfill my vow as fate dictates.

He laughed at that moment.

He felt that these words carried no weight.

He thought that dilapidated Taoist temple was...

It's a place where people pretend to be ghosts or spirits.

He had thought about it too.

If your wish comes true.

He donates ten million every year.

If it is not achieved.

His family never associated with that dilapidated Taoist temple in their entire lives.

He also asked Qin Du.

"Celestial Master".

"The smoke has turned black."

"What does this mean?"

Qin Du only said two words at the time.

go back.

wait for news.

Here comes the news.

The message was the handcuffs on his body.

This is the yacht right here.

It's these sirens on the sea.

He signed it himself last night.

That's 100%.

Equity transfer agreement.

Two police officers lifted Lin Hao off the deck.

When Lin Hao stood up.

My legs are still shaking.

He was helped off the yacht.

We boarded the speedboat.

The speedboat turned around and headed towards the shore.

The sound of sirens echoed across the sea.

The "Tairan" was left behind.

It floats alone on the sea.

Like a large white fish abandoned by its owner.

on board.

And that round table from last night.

There was still a half-empty bottle of Princess Louis on the table.

Lin Hao's cigar was still on the table.

The cigar has gone out.

All that remained was a charred piece of tobacco ash.

At the same moment that Lin Hao was brought off the yacht.

Europe.

An airport in a small country.

The second son, Lin Che, has already passed the security check.

I'm sitting in the waiting area.

He was holding a cup of Americano in his hand.

Classical music was playing in my headphones.

in front of him.

It is a laptop computer.

on the computer screen.

It is his doctoral dissertation.

An article about quantum mechanics.

He is modifying one of the formulas.

His phone vibrated.

Lin Che glanced down.

Domestic news feeds.

The Lin Group building has been sealed off.

It involves a fund issue of 30 billion yuan.

Lin Hao was taken away from the yacht.

Lin Che glanced at the news article.

His expression remained unchanged.

He did it softly.

She hummed in agreement.

Then flip the phone over and place it face down on the table.

He picked up his coffee.

I took a sip.

The coffee was a little hot.

He blew on it.

Then he took another sip.

The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker.

Lin Che closed his laptop.

Pack your things.

Stand up from the chair.

He was carrying his simple suitcase.

Heading towards the boarding gate.

He came to China this time.

For just one thing.

signature.

After signing.

He left.

It took him less than 24 hours.

Then I came back.

His project is still waiting for him.

He cannot afford to waste even a minute more in the country.

The last thing he needed to do before staying in the country.

It's over now.

Another moment.

Another country.

On a small island in the Mediterranean Sea.

The third son, Lin Yuan.

On the beach at the seaside.

He was wearing beach shorts.

Barefoot.

He was holding a surfboard.

He is twenty years old this year.

He is very tall.

very young.

My skin has a slightly wheatish tan from sun exposure.

His face carried an air of nonchalance.

The smiles of young people.

His phone was stuck in the sand next to his surfboard.

On the phone screen.

That news was pushed to my feed.

The Lin Group building has been sealed off.

It involves a fund issue of 30 billion yuan.

Lin Hao was taken away from the yacht.

Lin Yuan walked over.

Pick up your phone.

I glanced at it.

After he finished reading it.

There was no laughter.

There was no expression on his face.

He just...

I put the phone back on the beach.

Then turn around.

He picked up his surfboard.

Run towards the sea.

His mother.

A woman in her forties who takes good care of herself.

I sat under a parasol not far away.

Watching him run towards the sea.

She was holding a cocktail in her hand.

She glanced at the news on her phone.

Then she closed her eyes.

Gently.

He sighed.

She thought back to twenty years ago.

The man who told her, "Take the children and leave, never come back. I'll take care of you for the rest of your lives."

She thought back to twenty years ago.

The man who secretly bought her this house and this beach overseas.

She thought back to twenty years ago.

The man who owed her a lifetime of regret.

She opened her eyes.

My eyes were a little wet.

But she didn't cry.

She simply raised the cocktail in her hand.

Heading towards the domestic market.

Gently.

I raised it once.

Then I took a sip.

Lin Yuan was holding a surfboard.

He plunged into the waves.

The waves are huge.

But he wasn't afraid.

he knows.

Starting today.

This vast ocean.

This small island.

This house.

This mother.

These are the things he loves most in his life.

They will never be taken away by anyone again.

Because he inherited nothing.

He is legally...

With the Lin Group.

It has nothing to do with each other.

He is just like his brother Lin Che.

Their father had told them this three months ago.

That group is a poison pot.

They shouldn't be made to take the blame.

Only one person can carry it.

That person was the greediest of them all.

Their father.

More than they expected.

I love them even more.

Not a penny of debt.

Neither of his two younger brothers got involved.

They had tens of millions of dollars secretly cashed out by their father in their early years.

Overseas.

Not a penny less.

Still.

They can use this money.

Live a carefree life.

all of these.

All of these were from 24 hours ago.

Lin Hao personally went to Qingyun Temple.

He personally stood before three statues of gods with peeling paint.

He made that promise himself.

He personally pushed his two younger brothers out of the stripping chain.

He jumped into the poison pot himself.

He personally put the lid off the poison pot.

With a "bang".

It was placed over his head.

On the sea.

Lin Yuan's surfboard.

It shimmered with a white light in the sunlight.

The waves of the Mediterranean Sea.

Wave after wave crashed down.

Very beautiful.

Very beautiful.