vncnus Chapter 337 The New Year's Tradition Must Not Be Lost
Chapter 337 The New Year's Tradition Must Not Be Lost
As the crowd at the annual meeting gradually dispersed, under the dazzling crystal chandeliers, Lou Zhenhua, along with his son and son-in-law Xu Damao, found Lin Er, who was saying goodbye to the guests.
"Mr. Lin, thank you so much for your help earlier." Lou Zhenhua expressed his sincere gratitude, and Xu Damao also bowed deeply.
Lin Er waved his hand politely: "Mr. Lou, you flatter me. Mr. Xu is a friend that the young master personally instructed us to look after. Since he was wronged at the Lin family's place, we naturally have to step in." He changed his tone slightly, his words carrying an undeniable weight, "Furthermore, daring to cause trouble at the Lin family's annual meeting, if we don't teach him a lesson, outsiders will really think that the Lin family is easy to talk to."
He glanced at the slightly tired Xu Damao and said gently, "Mr. Xu must have been frightened tonight. Why don't you go back and get some rest?"
At this moment, his gaze passed over Lou Zhenhua's shoulder and precisely locked onto Zheng Jiaming, who was about to slip away.
"Jiaming," Lin Er's voice suddenly took on a dangerously intimate tone, "come here, let's have a good chat... about life?"
Zheng Jiaming stiffened, then turned around with a fawning smile: "Second Brother! Um... I suddenly remembered, Wenbin has something urgent to discuss with me, it's really urgent! I'll go first!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped into the crowd that had not yet completely dispersed, as nimble as a swimming fish, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lin Er gazed in the direction he had disappeared, shaking his head with a helpless smile, a hint of knowing indulgence flashing in his eyes. He turned back, gestured for Lou Zhenhua to enter, and personally escorted them to the banquet hall entrance.
The black sedan drove smoothly back to Deep Water Bay. Inside the car, Lou Zhenhua looked at his silent son-in-law beside him, thinking he was still upset about the embarrassment he had just experienced. So he patted his shoulder and comforted him gently, "Da Mao, I'm sorry you had to suffer today."
Unexpectedly, Xu Damao was not frustrated at all. Instead, he burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking violently, and he almost laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"Dad!" He finally managed to stop laughing, wiping his eyes, his face beaming with undisguised delight. "To be honest, I was a little annoyed at first when I got splashed all over. But to say I felt wronged? Not at all!"
He adjusted his posture, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said with the excitement of sharing a secret: "I've been in Hong Kong for almost three years. Haven't I been called 'Mainland boy' and 'Uncle' countless times, both openly and secretly? I'm used to it! You and my brother-in-law were here just now, and you told me beforehand not to cause any trouble, so I held back and just stood there and let him splash me!"
He recalled the scene after Lin Er's appearance, his eyes lighting up as he gestured and said, "But you didn't see what happened next! When Mr. Lin Er arrived, wow! That aura! The way he took off his coat for me was already cool enough. And the things he said afterward, each one harsher than the last! Listen to this—'To curse someone from the mainland is to curse the ancestors of all of us!' My God, he wasn't just teaching that Zhou family brat a lesson; he was putting that arrogant little bastard, along with the face of his Zhou family for three generations, on the fire!"
Xu Damao slapped his thigh excitedly: "I wasn't wronged at all! I just witnessed a top-notch show of making an example of someone! It was so impressive! Now all of Hong Kong knows we're from the Lin family. Let's see who dares to give us attitude again!"
Seeing his son-in-law's beaming, proud expression, Lou Zhenhua was first taken aback, then smiled with relief, his last bit of worry vanishing. He realized that his son-in-law, who seemed somewhat shrewd at times, was insightful in some ways and far more open-minded than he had imagined. The carriage was filled with Xu Damao's lingering exclamations of admiration.
Lin Yan enjoyed two peaceful days at home, and before he knew it, it was the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. Since it was a rare occasion to spend the New Year away from home, he still wanted to participate in the traditional New Year's celebrations. He pondered what to do this year.
Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his lips, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.
"How about... we blow up all the Japanese steel mills? Simply blowing them up is too boring." A mocking smile appeared on his lips. "It would be more interesting if they woke up completely unaware to find their homes emptied." He muttered to himself, his fingers lightly tapping the table. "Then we'll empty the production lines of Toyota, Mitsubishi, and other military industrial companies, paralyzing them completely."
In his past life, while battling on Wall Street, he studied Japan's post-war economic boom extensively—it was precisely through military orders and special needs generated by the Korean War that Japan completed its initial capital accumulation. Which of those now-glorious steel giants and military factories didn't have blood on their bones?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then felt it wasn't enough and continued to plan: "Oh right, if I could strip the Japanese Emperor's wife naked and throw her into a beggar's den, and take a few photos as souvenirs... never mind, I'm afraid it'll get censored!"
Within Wanyan Sect
"Wang Qin".
"Your subordinate is here." Wang Qin's figure appeared silently, bowing and awaiting orders.
"Gather five hundred Nascent Soul cultivators proficient in formations and escape techniques, and have them assemble within half an incense stick's time. Take them to pay their respects to Japan's steel industry... in advance."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wang Qin's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he accepted the order and left.
That night, at one o'clock in the morning.
The Japanese archipelago is immersed in the silence of a winter night. From Muroran in Hokkaido to Kitakyushu in Kyushu, the major steel mills are still brightly lit, with furnaces spewing intense light, like the beating heart of the country's industrial body.
Nippon Steel Junjin Steel Works.
The massive blast furnace was operating at full capacity, casting a dark red glow on the night sky. Suddenly, all the fluctuating data on the blast furnace control panel froze instantly, the instrument pointers stopped, and even the roaring mechanical sounds eerily disappeared.
No, it didn't disappear. The sound was completely blocked by an invisible barrier.
Above the factory area, a Nascent Soul cultivator captain tossed out an ancient "Mysterious Yin Isolation Array Plate." The array plate transformed into invisible fluctuations that rapidly spread, forming a massive transparent barrier that completely enveloped the entire factory area. Internal and external communications, light, and even abnormal air currents were all completely blocked. From outside the barrier, everything in the factory appeared normal, the lights still on, but the interior had become an isolated island.
Almost simultaneously, the Fukuyama Steel Works of Nippon Steel (NKK), the Mizushima Steel Works of Kawasaki Steel, the Kashima Steel Works of Sumitomo Metal, the headquarters of Kobe Steel... all the core bases of Japan's steel industry were quietly enveloped by the same invisible barrier.
"Spread the 'Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns' mist." The captain's divine sense echoed in the minds of all the cultivators.
The pale blue spiritual mist spread silently with the incantation, as if it had a life of its own, precisely penetrating every corner. Engineers in the control room staring intently at the instruments, workers sweating profusely by the blast furnace, security guards on patrol... everyone's eyes became glazed the moment they inhaled the spiritual mist, and then they collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber.
"Hurry! The Lord is merciful and does not wish to commit further killings. Move these 'two-legged sheep' to the designated open space and keep them under close guard!"
The cultivators moved like ghosts, using teleportation techniques to lift hundreds of sleeping workers with an invisible force, "floating" them out of the factory in an orderly fashion and piling them up on the open ground outside the factory area, without a single one getting injured.
Lin Yan's divine sense swept across the entire cleared factory area like an invisible giant net. Looking at the massive and sophisticated rolling mills, blast furnaces, and converters, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"If it weren't for the fear of being targeted by the Heavenly Dao, based on the blood debts your ancestors owed, I, your young master, would have crushed you to dust today!" He suppressed the surging killing intent in his heart and coldly waved his hand:
"Clearance complete. Move everything! Don't leave a single screw behind!"
Five hundred Nascent Soul cultivators acted simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of immense magical power. Those massive pieces of equipment, weighing tens of thousands of tons, were uprooted as if by an invisible giant hand, transforming into streams of light and being stored in specially crafted storage magic treasures. The backbone of Japan's industry was being quietly ripped away.