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Downstairs of the narrow and dilapidated Tongzi Tower, there was deathly silence.

The sunshine in early summer is a bit fierce, and it shines on the black paint of the Audi A6, reflecting a dazzling halo.

This top-level official car sold for more than 400,000 yuan in 2000,

It is incompatible with the surrounding mottled red brick walls and clotheslines full of torn clothes.

Zhang Lei’s hand holding half of the flower froze in the air, and the ash fell on the fake Pierre Cardin suit.

This is impossible.

Zhang Lei stared at Lin Chuan who got off the driver's seat, his eyes almost bulging out.

"This poor guy was drunk and crazy in the restaurant yesterday. How could he be able to drive four laps today?"

Rented!He was definitely renting it from a wedding company just to pretend to be fat!

The surrounding neighbors were even more excited.

"Hey, is that Xiaochuan from the old Lin family? I'm not dim-sighted, am I?"

"You came back in a car? Doesn't this car cost tens of thousands?"

"How many tens of thousands? Even if you sell your shabby house, you can't even afford someone else's wheel! This is an Audi!"

Lin Chuan ignored the whispers around him.

He turned around, took out the black password suitcase from the passenger seat, and locked the door.

The soft sound of "dip" is particularly clear in this courtyard where even bicycles need to be locked twice.

He carried his suitcase and walked upstairs step by step.

The crowd subconsciously made way for him.

Second floor corridor.

Lin Jianguo’s hand was still shaking violently, and the tip of his pen was less than one centimeter away from the seizure agreement.

"Lin Jianguo, hurry up and sign! Everyone's time is precious!"

Director Liu, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, urged impatiently, tapping his fingers hard on the table.

A long and strong hand suddenly stretched out from the side and snatched away the agreement.

"Swish" sound.

The seizure agreement, stamped with the official seal of the bank, was torn in half and thrown carelessly on the ground littered with cigarette butts.

Director Liu stood up suddenly, his face ashen: "What are you doing?! You are obstructing the bank from performing official duties. Believe it or not, I will call the police to arrest you now!"

Lin Chuan didn’t even look at him and walked straight to the peeling paint coffee table.

"Bang!"

The black password-protected suitcase hit the coffee table hard, causing the enamel teacup on it to jump violently, and a few drops of tea spilled out.

"Xiaochuan..." Lin Jianguo stared blankly at his son who suddenly appeared, and then at the suitcase, his bloodshot eyes filled with confusion.

At this time, Zhang Lei also ran up from downstairs panting, opened the neighbor at the door, pointed at Lin Chuan and yelled.

"Lin Chuan, you're fucking crazy! Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf when you rent a shabby car? Director Liu, don't talk nonsense to him, just seal the door! This kid is so poor that he can't even wear underwear!"

Lin Chuan ignored Zhang Lei’s shouting.

His slender fingers rested on the lock of the password box and flicked it.

"Bada."

The spring lock pops open.

Lin Chuan opened the lid of the box.

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