"F..Father, you will help me right?" Master Lin questioned his father. Even though he was in his fifties, he was behaving like a boy in his teens. Like a teenage boy who caused trouble in school, he was begging Old Master Lin to clean the mess that he had left behind.
"When did I say that I will not be helping you?" Old Master Lin questioned. He looked at his son over his bowl of porridge and added swiftly, "It's just that I do not have any money in my hands at the moment. You all need to take out your savings and deal with this problem, anyway hundred billion can easily be collected as long as you sell all of your properties under your name."
"Father, what are you saying?" Master Lin panicked when he heard his father say that he would have to sell everything under his name. He wanted the debtors to back off but Master Lin did not wish to take out anything from his pockets.
He wanted Old Master Lin and the company to deal with this case for him.
