"Whether I have 5 million or not is not up to you. If you want me to withdraw my shares, then come up with 50 million instead of clamoring here."

Lin Zifeng's tone was cold, with no respect at all, even though Xiang Beiyuan was Lin Zifeng's elder in name.

But Lin Zifeng has long refused to recognize an ungrateful elder like Xiang Beiyuan.

When Mrs. Lin was in her glory days, she helped the Xiang family with more than ten million yuan, but now, anyone who asks them to borrow two or three hundred thousand yuan will receive cold looks and ridicule.

"Lin Zifeng, the older you get, the more arrogant you become. In terms of seniority, I am your grandfather. You should also call me grandpa. Is this how you talk to your grandpa?" Xiang Beiyuan said angrily. ??

Lin Zifeng snorted coldly, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally burst out and shouted: "Grandpa? How dare you say these two words."

"My sister and I couldn't afford to pay school fees. What was your attitude when my mother begged you? To you, it was just a few thousand dollars, but it ended up causing my sister to drop out of school!!"

"When my mother was ill and hospitalized, did you ever visit her?"

"When my sister was seriously ill and needed treatment, my mother and I knelt in front of you and begged you. Did you give any charity?"

"My mother died in Anjiang City. Have you ever come to see her?"

"You alone are worthy of being called my grandpa?"

"The world is more miserable than what you did!!"

Lin Zifeng's words were heartbreaking, and every word he said seemed to fall on Xiang Beiyuan's heart. Over the years, Xiang Beiyuan's indifference to their family made Lin Zifeng no longer have any emotion at all for him.

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"Lin Zifeng, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson here?" Xiang Beiyuan really couldn't find anything to say. All he could do now was to use his power to overwhelm others.

Lin Zifeng sneered and shook his head, saying: "Yes, I am not qualified. Anyway, you are already seriously ill and a dying person. It doesn't matter whether I am qualified or not."

"The dying person?!"<

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"Lin Zifeng, you are so brave, you dare to curse me." Xiang Beiyuan was furious. He did not expect that Lin Zifeng would actually know that he was seriously ill.

"Haha, don't you know in your heart whether I have cursed you? Liver cancer is in the advanced stage and has worsened. For a person like you who has dirt covering his neck, you should just enjoy your old age!"

Lin Zifeng sneered again and again. He had endless anger towards Xiang Beiyuan. When his mother begged Xiang Beiyuan, he had already seen through Xiang Beiyuan's face.

If not, with Lin Zifeng's medical skills, not to mention his prowess, Xiang Beiyuan would have been able to live at least twenty more years.

"Humph, Lin Zifeng, what if you knew that I was terminally ill? Now that medical skills are so advanced, do you really think that I am helpless?"

"I have found Ouyang Xiuxin, the vice president of Shucheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Ouyang Xiuxin's medical skills have already reached their peak. My illness is not a problem at all."

"Indeed, liver cancer is indeed a terminal disease for you, because it is impossible for a low-class person like you to come into contact with a big shot like Ouyang Xiuxin."

Xiang Beiyuan sneered coldly. In his eyes, Lin Zifeng was an out-and-out bumpkin.

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Lin Zifeng's mouth. Ouyang Xiuxin had been in contact with him at the auction in Anjiang City. They had even competed for the local brand Silver Needle.

If Ouyang Xiuxin could not skillfully use the ground-size silver needle, the possibility of curing Xiang Beiyuan would be slim.

"Then I wish you good luck." Lin Zifeng said nonchalantly. It would be best if Xiang Beiyuan died. Even if he didn't die, he probably wouldn't live long.

Xiang Xingshan also said worriedly: "Yes, father, you are already seriously ill, so you should take good care of yourself. When you feel better, we can talk about Xingshan Pharmaceutical shares."

"Hmph, okay, I'll let you go for now, but Ouyang Xiuxin will come to treat me this afternoon. After I recover, I can enjoy your good harvest."

Xiang Beiyuan snorted coldly, then slammed the door and left. "Whether I have five million or not is not up to you. If you want me to withdraw my shares, then come up with 50 million instead of shouting here.

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Lin Zifeng's tone was cold, with no respect at all, even though Xiang Beiyuan was Lin Zifeng's elder in name.

But Lin Zifeng has long refused to recognize an ungrateful elder like Xiang Beiyuan.

When Mrs. Lin was in her glory days, she helped the Xiang family with more than ten million yuan, but now, anyone who asks them to borrow two or three hundred thousand yuan will receive cold looks and ridicule.

"Lin Zifeng, the older you get, the more arrogant you become. In terms of seniority, I am your grandfather. You should also call me grandpa. Is this how you talk to your grandpa?" Xiang Beiyuan said angrily.

Lin Zifeng snorted coldly, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally burst out and shouted: "Grandpa? How dare you say these two words."

"My sister and I couldn't afford to pay school fees. What was your attitude when my mother begged you? To you, it was just a few thousand dollars, but it ended up causing my sister to drop out of school!!"

"When my mother was ill and hospitalized, did you ever visit her?"

"When my sister was seriously ill and needed treatment, my mother and I knelt in front of you and begged you. Did you give any charity?"

"My mother died in Anjiang City. Have you ever come to see her?"

"You alone are worthy of being called my grandpa?"

"The world is more miserable than what you did!!"

Lin Zifeng's words were heartbreaking, and every word he said seemed to fall on Xiang Beiyuan's heart. Over the years, Xiang Beiyuan's indifference to their family made Lin Zifeng no longer have any emotion at all for him.

.

"Lin Zifeng, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson here?" Xiang Beiyuan really couldn't find anything to say. All he could do now was to use his power to overwhelm others.

Lin Zifeng sneered and shook his head, saying: "Yes, I am not qualified. Anyway, you are already seriously ill and a dying person. It doesn't matter whether I am qualified or not."

"The dying person?!"<

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"Lin Zifeng, you are so brave, you dare to curse me." Xiang Beiyuan was furious. He did not expect that Lin Zifeng would actually know that he was seriously ill.

"Haha, don't you know in your heart whether I have cursed you? Liver cancer is in the advanced stage and has worsened. For a person like you who has dirt covering his neck, you should just enjoy your old age!"

Lin Zifeng sneered again and again. He had endless anger towards Xiang Beiyuan. When his mother begged Xiang Beiyuan, he had already seen through Xiang Beiyuan's face.

If not, with Lin Zifeng's medical skills, not to mention his prowess, Xiang Beiyuan would have been able to live at least twenty more years.

"Humph, Lin Zifeng, what if you knew that I was terminally ill? Now that medical skills are so advanced, do you really think that I am helpless?"

"I have found Ouyang Xiuxin, the vice president of Shucheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Ouyang Xiuxin's medical skills have already reached their peak. My illness is not a problem at all."

"Indeed, liver cancer is indeed a terminal disease for you, because it is impossible for a low-class person like you to come into contact with a big shot like Ouyang Xiuxin."

Xiang Beiyuan sneered coldly. In his eyes, Lin Zifeng was an out-and-out bumpkin.

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Lin Zifeng's mouth. Ouyang Xiuxin had been in contact with him at the auction in Anjiang City. They had even competed for the local brand Silver Needle.

If Ouyang Xiuxin could not skillfully use the ground-size silver needle, the possibility of curing Xiang Beiyuan would be slim.

"Then I wish you good luck." Lin Zifeng said nonchalantly. It would be best if Xiang Beiyuan died. Even if he didn't die, he probably wouldn't live long.

Xiang Xingshan also said worriedly: "Yes, father, you are already seriously ill, so you should take good care of yourself. When you feel better, we can talk about Xingshan Pharmaceutical shares."

"Hmph, okay, I'll let you go for now, but Ouyang Xiuxin will come to treat me this afternoon. After I recover, I can enjoy your good harvest."
Chapter completed!