Chapter 176 Two Hours of AFK Gaming on the Wall: The Richest Man's Inhuman Torture

Outside the courtyard wall of Lin's Restaurant.

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in Beijing and the head of a conglomerate worth hundreds of billions, whose every move can influence the stock market.

At this moment, it was stuck to that cold brick wall in a twisted posture.

At that moment, he was wearing that somewhat dirty sanitation worker's vest.

His feet were struggling to stand on a dilapidated shared bicycle.

The bicycle creaked under the weight of Jiang Jianguo.

It seemed that if he breathed even a little heavier, the pile of scrap metal would fall apart completely, slamming him heavily into the nearby green belt.

I followed my wife Song Wan's car all the way here.

In order to get over this three-meter-high wall, find out what's inside, and catch that kid in the act.

Jiang Jianguo has been hanging in this inhumane position for more than two hours!

A draft carrying the earthy smell swept through the room without mercy.

It poured straight in through the collar of the thin, designer silk shirt beneath his vest.

Jiang Jianguo suddenly shivered.

His legs, which he usually wore only high-end handmade leather shoes and walked on thick wool carpets.

At this moment, it was shaking uncontrollably, trembling like a small electric motor with a defective battery.

acid.

numb.

Distending pain.

Various indescribable physical torments crashed against his nerves, which were on the verge of snapping, like waves crashing down on them.

Several times, he felt his calves cramp, the muscles twisting into a hard lump.

But in order not to expose himself to his wife, he could only clench his teeth and swallow back the painful cry that wanted to be uttered.

God knows how he endured those two hours, second by second!

Today, Lin's Restaurant was closed, with a sign hanging at the door that made him angry just looking at it.

The alley was unusually quiet, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle of queuing diners.

It was precisely because of this suffocating silence that no sound from inside the walls could escape Jiang Jianguo's ears.

At first, the noise came from the kitchen.

The clear, rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables, with its brisk pace, suggested a surprisingly refined knife skill.

Then came the loud sizzle of hot oil hitting the pan.

In that instant, the most authentic and wild aroma of the ingredients seemed to have grown invisible wings.

It passed over the brick wall without any hindrance and went straight into Jiang Jianguo's frozen red nose.

That's the sweetness of stir-fried river shrimp, mixed with the unique fragrance of water celery.

It even has a faint, top-grade Longjing tea aroma that makes your mouth water just by smelling it.

This is quite remarkable for a billionaire who had barely eaten breakfast in the morning because he was sulking.

It was an absolutely inhuman and horrific form of torture.

Jiang Jianguo's stomach, quite uncooperatively, emitted a series of rumbling sounds.

The gurgling sound was so loud that even he felt his face turn red.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with the cold wind, feeling his stomach acid churning wildly.

The Australian lobsters and French white truffles that are usually served in those high-end clubs.

At this moment, in his mind, not even a single shrimp whisker of the unseen stir-fried shrimp inside the wall could compare!

"This rascal, he's actually quite good at cooking..."

Jiang Jianguo muttered to himself and sniffed.

He then shook his head violently, forcefully banishing the dangerous idea of ​​compromise.

No!

You think you can bribe Jiang Jianguo with just a plate of broken shrimp?

Does he think that the richest man in China is some unsophisticated beggar?

dream!

Immediately afterwards, the aroma faded slightly, and it sounded like a plate being served.

Jiang Jianguo thought the torment was finally coming to an end.

But the real blows are just beginning.

Clear conversation could be heard coming from inside the wall.

Jiang Jianguo pricked up his ears, like a wary old cat, trying hard to discern the movements inside.

He heard those two old geezers, Wang Cuncun and Zhou Yang, shouting and yelling in alarm.

He heard his wife's familiar, cool, and elegant voice.

But what drove him crazy the most was that brat named Lin Mo.

The kid's voice wasn't loud, and his tone always carried a lazy, nonchalant air, as if he didn't care about anything.

But he kept using obscure terms like the Song Dynasty Imperial Workshops, the aesthetics of the Xuanhe era, and the dougong (bracket sets) of the Tang Dynasty.

They were so impressed that those academic giants, whose combined age was nearly two hundred, were completely taken aback and kept praising them.

Then, a burst of incredibly harmonious laughter erupted in the courtyard.

Jiang Jianguo keenly noticed that Song Wan was actually among those laughs!

Song Wan, who at home only slightly pursed her lips when she smiled and always maintained the airs of a Peking University professor.

In a dilapidated alley courtyard, he was laughing so happily because of what some brat said.

Jiang Jianguo felt as if a hundred old vinegar jars had been overturned in his heart.

The strong sour smell hit the top of my head, and even my breath smelled of vinegar.

Finally, the conversation inside quieted down a bit; everyone seemed to be focused on eating and drinking tea.

Jiang Jianguo took a deep breath of the cold wind, which carried the earthy smell of fallen leaves.

He decided to give it his all.

He had to see for himself today what kind of evil magic that kid had used inside the wall!

His well-maintained hands gripped the rough brick seams on the wall tightly.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of the mortar and debris getting into my fingernails.

His face turned red, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

With a burst of energy from his dantian, he straightened his left leg, which was on the foot pedal, and pulled it upwards with both hands.

The bicycle let out a scream that sounded as if it were about to break.

Jiang Jianguo finally managed to peek his head, which was covered by a tattered straw hat, over the wall, trembling.

He squinted his eyes, which were watering from the cold wind, and glanced furtively toward the center of the courtyard.

The late autumn sun shone on the old stone table, casting a faint warmth.

A heartwarming scene, reminiscent of a "divine painting," unexpectedly entered Jiang Jianguo's retina.

As a result, I only glanced at it once.

It almost caused him to have a brain hemorrhage on the spot, and he fell headfirst off the wall into the trash can!

In sight.

His wife, Song Wan, was sitting steadily in the main seat, holding a rough pottery teacup.

She showed no sign of anger whatsoever, nor did she exude any sense of oppressive accusation.

Instead, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and a smile that was as gentle as a spring breeze graced his lips.

Those eyes, always sharp, capable of seeing through the defenses of the group's senior executives.

At this moment, he was staring intently at Lin Mo, who was sitting opposite him.

There was no critical scrutiny in those eyes at all.

That's clearly the fervent praise and admiration of a mother-in-law looking at her perfect son-in-law, becoming more and more satisfied with him, and wishing she could throw her daughter at him on the spot!

Even worse, Song Wan even took the initiative to use serving chopsticks.

I picked up a plump shrimp and gently placed it in the boy's bowl!

Jiang Jianguo felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the world spun around him.

His wife was the eldest daughter of the Song family, a woman who never lifted a finger and was inherently arrogant.

When have you ever offered food to someone else while eating at home?

Even her husband of thirty years, if he drinks even a little too much alcohol, she will warn him with a cold look.

Now he's actually serving a stranger who kidnapped his daughter?!

However, this is not the end.

What truly caused Jiang Jianguo to suffer a heart attack and feel like the sky was about to fall was the delicate figure standing next to the stone table.

That was his beloved daughter, Jiang Ruoyun.

The sole heir of the Jiang family, a ruthless and cold-faced female CEO of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

At home, she's a wealthy heiress who complains about the temperature of even a sip of bird's nest soup and thinks peeling an apple is dirty.

At this moment, she was wearing a rustic, tacky little floral apron!

She didn't even sit down to eat with us.

Instead, she stood obediently beside Lin Mo like an extremely obedient personal maid.

Lin Mo had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip, and hadn't even had a chance to put it down yet.

Jiang Ruoyun stood up, holding a purple clay teapot, and approached with a big smile.

With practiced ease and care, he filled the hot water bottle for that brat.

After adding water, she didn't forget to take out a clean tissue.

She gently wiped away non-existent water stains from the back of Lin Mo's hand.

That look of adoration on his face, his eyes practically sparkling with admiration.

Where is even a trace of the aloofness and reserve of a wealthy heiress?

They're completely bewitched and utterly devoted brainwashed fans!

Jiang Jianguo's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

The icy autumn wind rushed straight into my throat, triggering a violent urge to cough.

But he covered his mouth tightly, forcing back his cough, and tears welled up in his eyes.

孽 孽!

What a misfortune for our family! We've committed sins for eight generations!

I have painstakingly nurtured this tender cabbage for over twenty years.

Not only was it easily gored by this pig that lived in the alley.

Now, this cabbage has even taken the initiative, happily brushing the pig's hair!

Even his own wife, who was always shrewd, intelligent, and arrogant.

Now it has completely fallen, and is even fanning the flames from the sidelines, happy to see it happen.

The defenses collapsed completely before we'd even had a couple of bites of the food?

What happened to the promise that when the Empress Dowager went to war, not a blade of grass would be left standing?!

So he's the only one kept in the dark, a complete clown?

Then what is he, as the father, doing hanging out in this cold wind?!

Jiang Jianguo felt as if a heavy stone weighing a thousand pounds was stuffed into his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Physical symptoms include numbness in both legs and leg cramps.

The pain was compounded by a hollow, cramping feeling in my stomach and the biting chill of the cold wind.

Add to that extreme jealousy and an epic sense of betrayal.

Under multiple blows, the seemingly impenetrable defenses of this richest man in Beijing shattered completely at this moment.

Jiang Jianguo clung desperately to the cracks in the brick wall, his fingernails filled with grime. His eyes were bloodshot with jealousy, and he felt a mouthful of blood get stuck in his throat!