Tang Luo watched Lin Yiming haggling with his old man and couldn't help but chuckle.
Even though he didn't know exactly what Lin Wenyuan had said, he could guess pretty much the whole picture from Lin Yiming's fragments of sentences.
This made him somewhat intrigued by Lin Wenyuan and he planned to meet him one day!
"Dad, don't be too greedy, three boxes!"
Lin Yiming said, clearly annoyed.
"Son, do you think three boxes of special cigarettes will buy your freedom? You should know that joining Lin Corporation is a tradition of the Lin Family, and it's also the old man's wish!"
Lin Wenyuan's calm voice came through the receiver.
"This isn't something I can decide alone. I still have to figure out a way to convince the old man."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yiming frowned slightly, "Fine, but four boxes, and not one more!"
"Don't say your old man is greedy. Nine boxes, I'll keep one for myself. How does that sound?"
Lin Wenyuan said with a laugh.
"Nine boxes? No way!"
