Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Ah, I hope your father is a mature psychic."

Lin Feng stood at the door and smoked a cigarette. This set of military boxing could be considered a physical exercise.

Lin Feng guessed that Zheng Shuang was able to live until now because her father protected her too well? It seemed that she had no idea of ​​the cruelty of the end of the world.

After so long since the apocalypse, his face still looked as annoying as before, so Lin Feng punched him a few more times.

"It seems that it is really difficult to change a person's mindset? It has been so long since the end of the world, and there are still people who think that money can solve everything?"

Lin Feng smoked a cigarette and roughly analyzed what was going on. Zheng Shuang, this polygonal potato, was not beaten to death and eaten when he went out. On the one hand, it was because he had made a lot of good friends because of his former extravagant spending. On the other hand, they were afraid that the natural disaster would end one day. If they killed Zheng Shuang, who would be able to throw money at them?

But everyone was really out of food, so if they really wanted to eat, they might as well ask their neighbors for food. But the neighbors couldn't give the food to Zheng Shuang, so Zheng Shuang couldn't find anyone to invite him to dinner.

“Can too much money really solve everything?”

Lin Feng finished smoking a cigarette and turned back to the house. Maybe it was like this before, but not from now on.

"Oh, I've offended another person. I hope he won't kill me with money."

Lin Feng stopped thinking about it. Thinking too much would make him unhappy.

Zheng Shuang walked to a Bentley with tears in her eyes, covering her panda eyes and crying like a child.

"What's wrong, Shuang'er? Didn't you say Lin Feng is your friend? Tell daddy quickly, who beat you up like this? Don't panic, daddy is here!"

Zheng Qian, who was sitting in the Bentley, felt so distressed when he saw this scene. His beloved son, Jin Gui, had grown up, but his father was reluctant to touch him. Who on earth was so bold? How dare he beat Shuang'er like this?

"Dad! That Lin Feng not only refused to sell me supplies, he even beat me up! He even said it was for my own good! To teach me a lesson! And then he beat me up like this! Wuuwuwu..."

As soon as Zheng Shuang saw her father Zheng Qian, she immediately hugged his fat waist and cried inconsolably.

From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever touched a hair on his head. Today's beating was too painful for Zheng Shuang.

"Lin Feng? Is his father Lin Jin from Lin's Real Estate? If I hadn't pitied Lin Jin and contracted some projects to him, would Lin's Real Estate be what it is today? Humph! You really treat me, Zheng Qian, as a sick cat when you don't show your might! I will make this brat Lin Feng kneel down in front of you and kowtow to you to apologize! It's okay! Dad is here! Dad will seek justice for you!"

Zheng Qian is a man who does great things. During this period of time since the end of the world, they just returned to their hometown to celebrate the New Year and worship their ancestors. After such a long time in their hometown, they still didn't wait until the end of the world, so they returned to Huanghai City to check the situation.

Who would have thought that when he came back, not only were all his old friends turned away, but even his own Shuang'er was beaten?

Do you think I, Zheng Qian, am easy to bully?

"Master! Master, please calm down! Can you at least take a look at the current situation? It has been almost a year since the end of the world. Our old ways are no longer feasible! Don't you usually watch the news? Now it is a world where people eat each other. This Lin Feng is not to be trifled with!"

At this moment, the old housekeeper hurried over to persuade Zheng Qian not to do anything stupid. The world now is no longer the world where Zheng Qian was once high and mighty.

The world has changed a long time ago, but Zheng Qian and his people are high up and well-fed and have no worries about food and clothing, and are not used to the current lifestyle.

"Old Li, if it weren't for the fact that you have been in my Zheng family for thirty years and have made contributions, I would kick you out of the Zheng family right now! I, Zheng Qian, have been in the business world for decades. What kind of scenes have I not seen? He, a little Lin Feng, is not even worthy of tying my shoelaces. How could I, Zheng Qian, be afraid of him? I will go and deal with him right now! How dare you hit my son? I really don't know who gave him the courage!"

Zheng Qian strode towards Lin Feng's house. He had lived an upright life. He did things according to his money. He never took out loans, evaded taxes, or bent the law for personal gain. What was Zheng Qian afraid of?

Most people who make a lot of money have dishonest practices, but Zheng Qian is not like Xu Jiayin. He has never done anything beyond his financial capacity, so he is very confident.

"Master..."

When the old butler saw this scene, he didn't know what to say. After all, Zheng Qian was too upright. He was a pure businessman, and he also had the stubbornness unique to the older generation.

In the end, he still didn't say "I don't want to go".

"Alas, it's the end of the world. Can money really solve everything?"

The old butler sighed. He was just an ordinary person, and of course he knew that the two people's worlds were different from the very beginning.

Perhaps, this is the legendary gap between the rich and the poor?

Some people are born at the starting point, while some people stand at the end point before they are born...

"Ding Ding Ding!"

As soon as Lin Feng entered the house, he heard the doorbell ring again and went over to take a look.

Seeing Zheng Qian, who looked intimidating without even getting angry, at the door, Lin Feng smiled.

"I came here after I beat my son. Isn't your plot a bit cliché?"

However, Lin Feng could see that Zheng Qian did not have any special abilities, so Lin Feng had no interest in him.

Moreover, he had met Zheng Qian at a party when he was a child. If his father had not had those projects in Huanghai City, there would not be the Lin Real Estate later.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng also felt that he should not let down his father's former benefactor. He hoped that his father would have a normal mind and not be as whimsical as Zheng Shuang, the polygonal potato.

Although Zheng Qian is also a polygonal potato less than 1.6 meters tall, like a horse...

"Well, you are my father's benefactor, so I will be your benefactor for once. People should have some conscience, right?"

Thinking of this, Lin Feng took out two boxes of sausages from the shelf nearby. Now the value of food can no longer be measured by money.

As a human being, we must be grateful and repay the kindness, right?

Lin Feng still has some conscience, but not much.

"Hello, Uncle Zheng Qian! I am honored that you have come to visit me. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

Lin Feng opened the door and directly handed over two boxes of sausages. Doesn't this show sincerity?

"Huh, you are Lin Feng? Do you recognize me?"

Zheng Qian casually glanced at the two boxes of sausages and pushed them aside.

Even though he hadn't eaten for three days, there was no way that the aura of a trillionaire would disappear completely just because of three days of hunger.

I, Zheng Qian, am just hungry, not dead. Who in the whole of China doesn’t know my story, Zheng Qian?

You want to forget the fact that you beat my son just by offering two boxes of sausages?

Who do you look down on?

"Gululu..."

However, Zheng Qian's story is strong, but his stomach is soft.

The first thing he did when he saw food was his stomach protest.

It's already like this!

You are pretending to be an M!