HCB Chapter 79 A vicious relative knelt at the door begging for forgiveness; sorry, I only recognize bea
Chapter 79 A vicious relative knelt at the door begging for forgiveness; sorry, I only recognize bea
Lin Xian shook the seawater remaining in his hair, and the water droplets fell onto the smooth nano floor, where they were instantly evaporated and absorbed by the intelligent system.
He slowly walked to the floating screen, wearing his ever-popular nine-piece flip-flops.
The group of dejected figures kneeling outside the white marble square, weeping and snot streaming down their faces, were clearly visible on the screen.
These two were none other than his distant relatives, Uncle Lin and his cousin Lin Hai, who had come to the internet cafe on the first day to mock him for being useless.
Xia Anran leaned over for a look, her pink lips slightly parted, and she even forgot to hand the plate of cut fruit she was holding to Lin Xian.
Su Qinghan paused, her hand holding the cup still spilling water on the table. She looked at the two ungrateful clowns with a cold gaze.
This father and son used to rely on their small, run-down company in the city, and when they returned to the village, they looked down on everyone and drove around in a beat-up BMW to show off.
Who would have thought that since offending Lin Xian, the living god of the Qing Shui Divine Kingdom, they have completely hit a brick wall.
Although the circles in Shanghai are large, how could those shrewd capitalists not know that Uncle Lin had offended the head of the special economic zone?
Overnight, all the partners withdrew their investments and broke their contracts, banks withdrew their loans ahead of schedule, and even suppliers blocked the door demanding payment.
The father and son are now burdened with tens of millions of yuan in debt. They are chased and attacked by loan sharks on the street, and they can barely afford to live under a bridge anymore.
Lin Hai knelt on the hard cement floor, banging his head against the ground repeatedly, ignoring the large scrape on his forehead that hurt.
"Brother Xian, it's all my fault, I beg you, please have mercy and spare our lives!"
Uncle Lin burst into tears and slapped himself across the face, so hard that two of his old teeth came loose.
"Nephew, now that you live in heaven, even a little bit leaking through your fingers is enough for us to survive!"
Ma Hualong, holding a thermos filled with mutated goji berries, squatted at the entrance of the guard post watching the monkey show, his fat face trembling with laughter.
"You two must have skin made of city wall corners! How did you mock our boss back then? Now you're just pretending to have forgotten?"
Zhou Bapi weighed the electric baton in his hand. If he wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty, he would have kicked these two stray dogs all the way to the Pacific Ocean long ago.
Millions of viewers in the live stream happened to see this scene through the external surveillance cameras, and the barrage of comments instantly covered the screen completely.
"This must be what they call karma! You looked down on those office workers who came back to the village, and now they're the gods you can't even dream of befriending!"
"That's hilarious! They even said 'break the bones but keep the tendons connected.' I think they want to boil the bones of the idle god into soup."
Lin Xian leaned back in the holographic beach chair, yawned with a seafood smell, and didn't even have the interest to ask the butler to open the door.
He hates trouble the most, and he detests this disgusting drama of moral blackmail under the guise of family affection.
Lin Xian casually picked up the holographic megaphone microphone on the table, flicked the switch lightly, and his lazy voice instantly boomed over the village entrance.
"Although my Qingshui Divine Kingdom has a large territory, it never supports idle people who eat for free, nor does it tolerate scheming trash."
Undeterred, Lin Hai took two more kneeling steps forward, gripping the alloy railing of the gate so tightly that his fingernails split.
"Brother Xian, we can do any dirty or tiring job. We'll even have your sister-in-law serve you tea and water!"
Lin Xian laughed in anger after hearing this, picked up the microphone and launched into a tirade of sarcasm.
"Give me a break. The wife you found with that plastic surgery face, I'd be disgusted even if she came to work as a cleaning lady here."
"In my manor, I only recognize stunningly beautiful women who can work. Even our dogs won't give an inch to ugly women."
Upon hearing this, the girls standing nearby blushed, and the atmosphere instantly became bubbly and romantic.
Xia Anran tried to tuck her hair behind her ear three times but couldn't manage it. She lowered her head to wipe the table, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
Su Qinghan flipped her phone over and placed it face down on the table, her fingertips still burning hot, a smug glint flashing in her cold, beautiful eyes.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran laughed heartily, puffing out their proud figures, thinking that staying by the boss's side as working girls was so appealing.
Hearing these words, Uncle Lin and his son, standing outside the gate, were plunged into utter despair, their faces ashen.
Lin Xian felt that it was a waste of breath to talk to this kind of person, so he typed a cleanup command on the panel.
"Where's that sweeping monk in the backyard who knows Tai Chi? Stop sweeping the peach blossoms and go clean up this pile of non-recyclable garbage at the entrance."
Upon receiving the highest-level command, the intelligent mechanical android dressed in a gray monk's robe instantly shot into the sky from the backyard.
The mechanical monk landed steadily on the white marble plaza via the light-guided staircase, its alloy eyes scanning the father and son who were embracing and weeping on the ground.
The red light wave swept over Uncle Lin and Lin Hai, and the system immediately identified them as highly polluting sources.
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, the mechanical monk drew a beautiful Tai Chi arc in mid-air with his large broom.
The powerful nuclear-powered miniature engine unleashed terrifying thrust, and the broom, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed solidly into the father and son's backsides.
Uncle Lin and Lin Hai were like two toads swept away by the autumn wind, screaming as they drew two perfect parabolas in the air.
The two danced and leaped through the air, crossing the road before landing precisely in the stinking ditch outside the village, a ditch used for sewage disposal.
The black sludge, emitting a pungent odor, instantly filled their mouths and nasal cavities, causing them to cough and writhe violently.
Zhou Bapi, with his security team, stood on the bank, watching the two men floundering in the stinking ditch, and laughed so hard he clutched his stomach and squatted down on the ground.
"This master mechanic's accuracy is absolutely amazing. He swept the mud into the ditch without splashing a single drop onto our road."
Ma Hualong, holding a thermos, took a sip of goji berry tea and delivered the final blow to the forest in the ditch.
"Stop thrashing around. The silt in this ditch can cure your conjunctivitis. You can spend the rest of your lives reflecting on your mistakes here."
The wicked relatives had completely lost hope of turning their lives around. They were covered in filth in the stinking ditch, their strength drained away, and they didn't even have the strength to climb ashore.
As the mechanical sweeping monk turned and left, the father and son completely disappeared from Lin Xian's peaceful world, never to cause another disturbance.
When netizens saw this, they typed out their congratulatory messages, feeling that they could eat two extra bowls of rice that night.
Lin Xian casually turned off the holographic monitoring screen and tossed the megaphone microphone back into the recess on the table.
He picked up the high mountain cloud tea that Xia Anran had just brewed, took a big gulp, but still felt his throat was a little dry and astringent.
He had just rambled on into the microphone, which had severely depleted the lazy energy he had accumulated throughout the afternoon.
Lin Xian leaned back in the rocking chair, rubbed his neck, and frowned slightly, harboring a deep doubt about this operating model.
"Every time something goes wrong, I have to give instructions myself and manually swipe the screen."
"What kind of artificial intelligence is this? This is clearly squeezing my precious calories as a plantation owner."
Lin Xian shoved the teacup back into Xia Anran's hand, yawned loudly, and collapsed onto the soft cushion.
"No, using my hands and mouth goes against my highest level of lying down. I need to find a way to work with my eyes closed."