Freelance Artist

  Chapter 2 The Youngest Son of the Chaebol

  At 5:30 in the afternoon, Lin Zhibai heard someone knocking on the bedroom door, accompanied by a pleasant voice.

   "Xiao Hei, open the door!"

  Standing at the door was a lady wearing a pure white tight-fitting high-necked short-sleeved bottoming shirt and a high-waisted skirt of the same color. Her hair was draped over her shoulders in a slightly curly posture.

   is also Lin Zhibai's older sister.

  Sister Lin Xi liked to call Lin Zhibai "Xiao Hei" since she was a child.

  Later, Lin Zhibai's elder brother and even his parents started calling him that.

  Although Lin Zhibai's skin is fair, it's not dark at all.

  Hearing her sister's voice, Lin Zhibai stood up and opened the door.

"Wow!"

  The moment she opened the door, Lin Xi gently covered her mouth with her slender hands, her crystal-colored manicure glistened, but she stared at Lin Zhibai with a somewhat astonished expression.

   "Handsome guy, who are you?"

   "Are you going to come in?" Lin Zhibai made a gesture to close the door.

  Lin Xi resisted the door and walked in stepping on an unknown height of several centimeters, but his eyes never left Lin Zhibai's face.

   "Where are your glasses?"

  Lin Zhibai realized that he had taken off his glasses. After all, his eyesight had been restored by the system.

   "No need." Lin Zhibai said.

   "How do you see your sister's beauty without wearing glasses?" Lin Xi smiled like a flower, and still stared at Lin Zhibai, but the more she looked, the more surprised she became.

strangeness.

  Why didn’t I think my younger brother looked so good after taking off his glasses?

certainly.

  Lin Zhibai's appearance is extremely high—

   Even Lin Xi, who has always been narcissistic, has to admit that his younger brother Lin Zhibai is the ceiling of the entire Lin family's appearance, and he has gathered all the advantages of his parents.

   But that was before.

  Three years ago, his head was injured, and the sequelae left by Lin Zhibai had to rely on drugs to fight against it, and his eyesight also had problems.

   These three years.

  Lin Xi watched as Lin Zhibai's body became thinner and thinner, and the lens on the bridge of his nose became thicker and thicker.

   His temper gradually became weird, not to mention that his whole temperament became more and more melancholy, with a feeling of sickness and gloomyness, so when facing his family, he could still show some energy.

  But today seems to have changed.

  Lin Zhibai took off the glasses he had been wearing for three years. Apart from his pale skin and thin figure, there seemed to be some inexplicable changes in his body, which even made Lin Xi vaguely see his shadow before he was injured.

"Is such that."

  Lin Zhibai said calmly: "I am in good health."

   The secrets of the system are destined not to be shared with his family, but Lin Zhibai does not intend to hide the matter of his recovery.

"ah!"

  Lin Xi's expression changed, and immediately he screamed, and ran downstairs, shouting as he walked:

"mom!"

  Lin Zhibai smiled and shook his head.

   At six o'clock in the evening, the nanny prepared the meal.

  Lin Zhibai was sitting at the dining table, stared at by his sister and mother, he was really embarrassed to move his chopsticks.

   "Is that nice of you?"

   This is the thirteenth time my mother asked me this question today.

  Even if her son did take off his glasses and regained his vision, the state is obviously different from before, and she still feels like a dream.

  Lin Zhibai pondered:

   "I don't know the specific reason, but I feel that my body has become more and more relaxed recently. I didn't realize that my body has recovered until today when my vision has completely recovered..."

  I have to lie about this.

  Because his illness was cured by the system, but this secret cannot be revealed even by his family members, which has nothing to do with trust or not.

   "Good, good, good!"

  My mother finally stopped asking, and suddenly got up and said, "I told your brother and father, but I haven't had time to tell them the good news!"

"Um."

  Lin Zhibai nodded.

  Mom took out her mobile phone and went to the yard to make a call.

  Lin Xi looked at Lin Zhibai: "Although you are already cured, you still need to have a detailed physical examination. It is best to ask the old man to say hello. If he doesn't like our family, he will feel guilty towards you after all."

  Master?

Lin Zhibai narrowed his eyes slightly, "For someone like the old man, guilt is a very luxurious consumable. Since it is a consumable, it cannot be easily consumed. Only in this way, when the critical moment comes, can one strike be sure. kill."

   "Poof!"

  Lin Xi smiled beautifully.

  Lin Zhibai was baffled by her smile: "What's wrong?"

  Lin Xi smiled: "Do you know why I called you Blackie?"

  Lin Zhibai thought for a while: "Because of the meaning in my name?"

  Laozi’s "Tao Te Ching" has a saying:

   Knowing the whiteness and keeping the blackness is the way of the world.

  Obviously see right and wrong and black and white, but pretend to be dull.

  This is "knowing the white and keeping the black".

  Father named Lin Zhibai in the hope that he would be as wise as a fool, neither praise nor criticize the worldly people, and be able to be extraordinary.

  Lin Xi shook his head.

"What do you know is white and keeps black? That's Dad's official explanation. You should be lucky, at least he didn't use my old saying that the world is not benevolent and everything is a dog to name you. Although Lin Dog is not bad, as for me to call you Xiao Hei, I didn’t tell you to stay dark, it’s purely because you have been black-bellied since you were a child, but well, my sister likes your scheming look.”

  Lin Zhibai: "..."

  I always feel that Lin Xi has a lot of thoughts in his heart.

  Lin Xi has already started to eat, eating slowly, and his movements are elegant and intellectual. Most of the time, this elder sister has extremely high requirements for her own image and appearance. Only in front of her younger brother will she show her unrestricted and fierce side.

   I ate half of the meal.

  Mom finished calling.

My mother's full name is Wen Yu, and she was born with a beautiful melon-shaped face. Except for a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the years have not left too many marks on this woman's face, but there is a strange emotion in her eyebrows at the moment :

   "Tell me something."

  Wen Yu looked at the siblings: "There is news from Xicheng Manor that your grandfather will celebrate his 80th birthday next year, and our family will go there then."

   "Tsk."

  Lin Xi's smile disappeared, "It's really rare to invite our family."

  Lin Zhibai didn't speak, but when he heard the words "Xicheng Manor", his eyes flashed coldly.

  The Lin family is a typical family business.

  In layman's terms, it is a large capital chaebol.

  This family business was founded by Lin Zhibai’s great-grandfather. It took a very gaudy name called "Mythology Group". It started as a film and television drama in the early days.

  After the great-grandfather passed away, his grandfather Lin Zhaomu inherited the family business.

  Lin Zhaomu is the old man of Lin Zhibai, who is known as a business genius in the industry.

  At the age of 28, he took over the Shinhwa Group. One month after taking office, he bought a TV station that was not doing well, and quickly turned the TV station into a profit. Then, centering on the group's fundamentals, he successively extended Shinhwa's tentacles to various fields.

  Music, film and television entertainment.

   Media Network Publishing.

  Myth TV station management.

   There's even a theme park.

   Under the management of Lin Zhaomu, Shinhwa Group has become a huge entertainment empire.

If you compare it with Earth, Shinhwa Group can almost compete with Disney on Earth. Of course, the overall scale is not as large as that of Disney at its peak, and the group's industrial chain has not reached the level of perfection of Disney at its peak, but there are tens of thousands of employees. many.

  Lin Zhaomu has four sons and a daughter.

  Father Lin Dong is the fourth son of Grandpa.

   It stands to reason that the old man is old now, and his energy is not as high as that of young people.

  Father, as the second generation of the Lin family, should obediently take over part of the Shinhwa Group's industry and participate in the actual management, just like Lin Zhibai's uncles.

However.

  Due to various reasons, the conflict between father and grandpa is quite deep.

  Now Lin Dong is just a TV drama director. Although he works in a company owned by the family, he has not participated in the actual management of any industry within the family.

   "After all, it's the old man's 80th birthday."

  My mother glanced at Lin Xi, "Besides, he looks strict on the surface, but he still has feelings for you juniors."

"emotion?"

Lin Xi curled his lips and said: "Not to mention the third generation of the Lin family, the old man alone has four sons and one daughter, so many direct descendants can fit a truck together, and how much affection can be distributed to each person on average Well, not to mention how average feelings are, because of that well-known reason, the old man dislikes our family the most, not to mention that I am not his granddaughter..."

   "Lin Xi!"

  My mother's face was ugly: "I have warned you more than once, you are not allowed to mention these things, especially when you come to Xicheng Manor, you can't say a word that you shouldn't say, or I will take your skin off!"

   "I'm not stupid."

  Lin Xi wiped his mouth slowly with a tissue: "It's the third generation of the Lin family anyway, who doesn't have any acting skills yet."

  Beside Lin Xi.

  Lin Zhibai continued to bury his head in his dinner, and didn't plan to get involved in this topic. At worst, he would go to the manor that he hasn't set foot in for three years for a cutscene—

   Partially at this time.

  In Lin Zhibai's ear, a system prompt sounded suddenly: "Ding Dong, the host has triggered a mission."

next moment.

   A few lines of subtitles appeared in front of my eyes.

  【Task Name: The Battle for Inheritance】

  【Task content: The succession of the chaebol is a war that cannot be seen. As the youngest son of the chaebol, please ask the host to fight for the inheritance of the Shinhwa Group! 】

  【Task Remarks: This is a long-term task, and skill points will be provided according to the specific progress. 】

  Lin Zhibai was stunned.

  Competing for the succession rights of the Shinhwa Group?

  The system must have seen through my mind long ago, right?

   "Accept the mission?"

"accept!"

  Lin Zhibai didn't hesitate at all.

   Eagles build their nests in high places, and dragons play in deep waters. Life is nothing more than these two choices, either lonely or vulgar.

  (end of this chapter)