signingbooks Chapter 361 The system suddenly popped up a notification: All tasks completed.
Chapter 361 The system suddenly popped up a notification: All tasks completed.
"Why are you throwing it away? This is my son's debut work. Take it, frame it, and hang it in the lobby of the group's headquarters."
Lin Zhou grinned, snatched the billion-dollar financial report with a picture of a big fat chicken from An An's hand, and gave the little guy a quick kiss on his bald head.
Su Qingge laughed heartily to the side, her peach blossom eyes, which had previously held a hint of anger, were now filled with undisguised tenderness.
The lively day quietly came to an end amidst laughter and joy.
late at night.
After a day of bustling activity, Anno Island finally fell asleep.
The moonlight, like silver, sprinkled in fragments on the warm waves that rolled across the South Pacific, creating layers of fine, soft white noise.
Lin Zhou stood alone on the spacious terrace on the top floor of the castle, wearing only a bathrobe.
The sea breeze ruffled his slightly disheveled black hair, and he held an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
He looked up at the pristine, unblemished starry sky above, savoring this moment of tranquility that belonged only to him.
Sudden.
hum-
A cold, mechanical voice, long absent for three whole years and almost unfamiliar, suddenly exploded in the depths of his mind without warning.
The voice carried a cold quality that transcended technological barriers, causing Lin Zhou's previously somewhat lazy gaze to instantly become extremely focused.
[Ding! Detection indicates that the global economic landscape has been completely imprinted with the Lin family's influence.]
[Ding! Detection indicates that the major market for the export of Eastern culture has achieved a historic closed loop.]
[Ding! The first phase of assessment for dominant expression of the host's offspring's god-level gene has been completed.]
Lin Zhou's breath hitched slightly, and his fingers, which were holding a cigarette, unconsciously tightened.
system.
This is the extraordinary being who accompanied him for most of his life, pushing him step by step from a destitute outcast trampled in the mud by his own family to a god-like figure.
Since he and his family retired to this island, the interface has been in a long period of gloom and silence.
He even thought this thing had long since become a dead code.
Unexpectedly, it was awakened again in the middle of the night.
[Note: The host's main storyline progression graph has reached 100% completion.]
[Hidden Checkmark: All hidden achievements, side quest endpoints, and capital comeback indicators have been fully achieved.]
[System Final Announcement: Host Lin Zhou, you have officially stood at the pinnacle of this world.]
As that final, cold, mechanical sound faded away.
A huge, illusory golden panel suddenly unfolded in Lin Zhou's sight.
The numbers and achievements on it were so numerous that even Lin Zhou himself felt a little overwhelmed.
With a buzzing sound.
Lin Zhou felt a faint electric current in his brain.
Immediately afterwards, those micro-memories of the past ten years surged and flowed wildly in his mind like a slideshow that had been fast-forwarded.
He saw himself from ten years ago.
That stray dog, covered in wounds, chased out of the Lin family's gate like a dog by their snobbish bunch on a rainy night in the capital, without even a dry piece of clothing.
The despair and resentment I felt at that time still leave a clear and painful impression on my memory.
The scene changes.
He saw the timid Su Qingge he had first met in the down-and-out branch office.
She was wearing faded clothes, her eyes were cold and aloof, yet she was as stubborn as a wildflower blooming on a cliff.
He used the initial funds provided by the system to expose the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, protecting her and watching her rise to fame in the Chinese music scene.
Then came the birth of Nuonuo.
The man who cried his eyes out outside the delivery room, becoming a father for the first time, held that soft, cuddly little bundle of flesh in his arms and vowed in his heart to be an enemy of the whole world.
What followed was a bloodbath in the financial markets.
He led Zhou Yang, Li Ming, and others to gamble against those Jewish capitalists on Wall Street.
That's truly a case of eating people without spitting out the bones.
The green numbers flashing on the screen represent billions of dollars in capital battles, and he carved a bloody path through the encirclement of those old foxes.
And the Chu family, and those distant relatives who had once humiliated him, went bankrupt, were liquidated, and eventually became homeless people on the streets under his iron-fisted rule.
In the end, Hollywood gave in.
He tore up his English speech on the Oscar stage in front of everyone, telling the world in the purest Chinese that the Lin family would henceforth set the rules here.
Every step of the past decade has been taken too fast and too ruthlessly.
He hardly ever lived for himself; every day he was fighting to the death with those mad dogs blocking his way.
And now.
The final scene of the slideshow was captured this afternoon, showing Xiao An'an sitting in front of a famous piano, blindly playing Mozart, while Nuonuo was unpacking spicy snacks beside her.
The bloodthirsty rage that once stained my mind was completely purified in that instant by the warm images in my mind.
He not only regained his dignity, but also ushered in a perfect golden age that belonged to him.
[Ding! The main storyline has reached its limit, and the system is about to enter the final settlement phase.]
The golden light on the panel began to recede inward in an orderly manner.
Lin Zhou stood in the night wind, took a deep breath, and his body, which had been tense due to shock, completely relaxed at that moment.
He looked at the jumping code and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
It turns out that, without realizing it, he had actually completed the game on this planet.
The invincible loneliness couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple at this moment, because he no longer needed to prove anything to anyone.
"Lin Zhou, why aren't you asleep yet? It's windy at night, why don't you wear an extra layer of clothing?"
A pair of gentle little hands reached out from behind and naturally wrapped around his broad waist.
Su Qingge's warm, delicate body pressed against his back, her voice carrying a slightly lazy, husky quality.
Lin Zhou gently covered his wife's cold hand with his own, and the coldness in his eyes that belonged to a financial tyrant instantly melted into a pool of spring water.
He turned around, pulled his wife into his arms, and gently kissed her forehead.
"Qingge, what if one day I'm no longer the all-powerful CEO Lin?"
Lin Zhou looked into his wife's peach blossom eyes, which were filled with starlight, and his tone carried a rare seriousness.
"Will you still cook braised pork for me at home every day like you do now?"
Su Qingge was slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled as to why her husband would suddenly utter such a sentiment in the middle of the night.
But she still smiled, a captivating glint in her peach blossom eyes.
"If you quit being CEO Lin, I'll build a grand theater on the island and sing there every day to support you, my freeloader husband."
Su Qingge reached out and pinched his handsome cheek, her eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown a person.
"However, Lin Nuonuo's spicy snack factory may have to shut down."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, and his somewhat stifled feelings completely cleared up in that instant.
"No way, my daughter can't stop eating spicy snacks."
Lin Zhou hugged his wife tightly around the waist and turned to look at the hidden panel in his mind that was counting down.
"Old Chen! Go and bring up that bottle of Romanée-Conti that I've been saving up for the past few days."
Lin Zhou shouted into the empty corridor.
"Young master, this old servant has been preparing downstairs for a while. The moon is beautiful tonight, perfect for a couple of drinks with the madam."
Old Chen emerged from the shadows, carrying an exquisite ice bucket. The smile on his old face looked especially festive in the moonlight.
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow and took the wine glass.
"Old Chen, raise our island's quantum defense index by two points tomorrow."
Lin Zhou put his arm around Qingge and walked into the house, a cynical smile on his lips.
"In a few days, I plan to buy two more world-famous pianos for An'an to play with."
Old Chen nodded repeatedly from behind.
"Understood, young master. But what if Wall Street sends another message about raising interest rates..."
Old Chen asked somewhat hesitantly.
"Let them play by themselves, my mission is accomplished."
Lin Zhou waved without turning his head.