The guy who parked the car finally realized what was going on!

"Young Master Ling's father...is this your second son's mobile phone number?! You--are you really Young Master Ling's father?!"

The boy who parked the car had his eyes wide open as if he wanted to eat meat and bones. Not only him, but also the few boys following behind him had expressions of being struck by lightning.

Feng Song raised the corners of his lips and played with the parking boy's cell phone.

"It seems so. Come on, call me grandpa."

The guy who parked the car wanted to kowtow to his ancestors even if he called him Grandpa Zu.

This is really someone you can’t afford to offend!

The boy who parked the car immediately showed a flattering smile, but Feng Song really had no interest in this kind of little Karami. She was just curious about one thing.

"How much money can you make in a day?"

The boy who parked the car did not dare to lie. He stood up on tiptoes and quietly looked at Lin Fengling who had not yet walked over, and then whispered to Feng Song.

"..."

Lin Qi thought this was meant for ghosts? Even mosquitoes couldn’t hear clearly.

Feng Song heard clearly, "Can you earn 10,000 to 20,000 a day, or 40,000 when you are lucky? Come on, you can make money faster than robbery."

Lin Qi once again confirmed that Feng Song was definitely not a human, but a ghost.

But Feng Song thought it was too outrageous. Is this bar so luxurious that it costs money?

She went to work as a physical education teacher for Sanshui and Tuhuo in a private school, and her monthly salary was only 10,000 yuan, which was much better than most people the master said. As a result, she worked a little at night as a parking lot in a bar, and her daily salary was only 10,000 yuan.

Is it higher than her monthly salary?

Feng Song decisively picked up the phone and prepared to search for the reporting phone number.

"No, I just can't stand people who are lazier than me and richer than me."

The boy who parked the car didn't understand what Feng Song meant.

Ling Shao's "father", no matter what kind of father he is, how can someone who is closely related to the Lin family still have no money? This little money is nothing...

Just as Feng Song was about to make a call, a hand with sharp bones pressed on the back of her hand.

"Don't hit."

It's Lin Fengling.

Lin Fengling's body was so weak that he couldn't even take two steps without breathing. When he reached the door, he looked from a distance and saw his little dad standing next to his elder brother and smiling at him. As expected of his little dad, his smile was so captivating.

Lin Fengling wiped her nose subconsciously.

If there is no nosebleed, the dignity is still there.

When Lin Fengling came to Feng Song, he found that his younger father was planning to call and report his company. This was truly a righteous act of annihilation, and he was still worthy of being his younger father.

"It's useless if you fight like this. The service fee is voluntarily paid by them."

Lin Fengling added another sentence, which made Feng Song even more angry.

"Luxury, too luxurious."

It is true that rich people are richer than she imagined. In the mountains, she and her master almost counted coins, and each additional chicken bought might make the Taoist temple unable to make ends meet.

The Taoist temple has a lot of income, but they live in seclusion in the mountains. Except for some old acquaintances of the master, no one else knows about their Taoist temple at all.

Even if he knew about it, the master would not meet him.

Since the people he meets are acquaintances, they usually help with rituals, reading Feng Shui and fortune-telling. For fortune-telling, they just give some. Those who make money by reading Feng Shui and fortune-telling are extremely shameful to the Master.

There are rules in Taoism that you must pay money for fortune telling.

The ancients said that if you don't pay for fortune telling, you are "giving away your life". Of course, it is not good to give your life in vain. Otherwise, Feng Song's master would probably want to give it in vain.

Taoism is originally about hiding in the mountains, hiding in the city, and looking at the world. People who practice Taoism like Master Fengsong will not come out of the mountains until something big happens.

The result of this is that they are extremely poor in the mountains.

Some Taoist priests can already go down to the mountains to travel, establish sects, establish schools, and provide online classes to students. They are still living in a primitive farming society in the mountains, and they are self-sufficient, picking up manure and farming the land.

Thinking of this, Feng Song couldn't help but sigh that the world really needs to change. The gap between the rich and the poor is so big that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

In fact, Feng Song has too many ways to make money.

They are Taoist people who practice hard work. If a dishonest person wants to make money, there are many ways, whether it is the right way or the evil way.

Feng Song just thought about the mountain village where she went from elementary school to high school. She and her classmates basically shared a set of stationery with the whole class, and the money thrown by the rich people in the colorful world outside was enough to buy multiple sets of desks and stationery for them.

Feng Song's expression was not very good, or rather, very bad.

Lin Fengling was always paying attention to Feng Song's expression. His peach blossom eyes quietly narrowed, and the corners of his lips gently raised a smile that was not necessarily well-intentioned.

This smile is gone in a flash.

Lin Fengling stretched out her hand and gently hugged Feng Song's shoulders. Feng Song was not used to this, and just when he wanted to push him away, Lin Fengling said weakly.

"I'm still sick and have no strength. Dad, just let me lean on you."

As he said that, Lin Fengling simply leaned his whole body against Feng Song.

He understood what Feng Song's expression meant.

That was the expression when I felt the huge gap for the first time. I didn't understand, was angry, and couldn't accept it.

The wind blew through Lin Fengling's fine bangs. There was no tenderness in his peach blossom eyes, but the deepest human sophistication. The curve of his thin lips was playful and cool.

Many people say that they can resist the temptation of money and power, and many people can say no to the promises made by others——

But that's just not enough money and power.

That's just not enough temptation.

The little dad rejected his offer because he didn't know what he could give.

Lin Fengling is not an ordinary rich second-generation boy. Many things about him are unknown to the rest of the Lin family. It can be said that almost no one knows what he is doing or thinking.

He has a lot of money.

You can give your little dad a lot of money.

If the little dad needs money, then he can directly let the little dad change from "needing money" to having enough money to squander it. In this case, his little dad will definitely become a different person.

A person's temperament, personality and behavior style are often limited by his social status and wealth at that time.

Give a person enough resources and he is creating another person.

He admires his baby daddy and is interested in him, so he wants to use his own money to create a new baby daddy. Of course, after the baby daddy becomes like that, there is nothing to be curious about.

Just lose it.

Lin Fengling leaned close to Feng Song's ear and whispered.

"He's just a little brother. The real money-making projects are in it. What's tens of thousands of dollars? Dad, agree to my request and I can give you tens of billions."

"Do you know how many zeros there are after a billion?"

"A lot of money is enough to make you happy for a long time. You don't have to look at other people's faces or take instructions from others. You can do whatever you want and don't do anything if you don't want to."

Feng Song suddenly laughed, and she lowered her voice and said to Lin Fengling.

"Second brother, all I know is that there is no businessman without treachery, and there is no charlatanism without businessmanship. He is blatantly collecting money here based on your name. In the end, the money will definitely end up in your pocket."

"The so-called kickbacks. He is just the black glove you pushed in front of you. Let him do the dirty work. In the end, you are not the one who gets the money from the pockets of those who come to have fun."

Lin Fengling didn't expect that her father would see through this problem first in this situation.

The depth in his peach blossom eyes quietly faded away, leaving only a faint smile.

"I can give you all the money, he just makes a small profit."

Feng Song had a chic smile on her beautiful face, and she patted Lin Fengling on the shoulder with her backhand.

"I know, you found this person, right? To give dad a heads-up and let him know your financial strength?"

"But you have to know that no matter how rich you are, it's still yours. I've never heard of a father inheriting his son's inheritance."

No matter how rich Lin Fengling is, she, as a father, does not want her son's money.

Lin Fengling discovered that Feng Song really didn't want it.

Only fools don't want money.

Is his little dad stupid?

Lin Qi looked at Feng Song with some appreciation unconsciously. This Taoist priest was worthy of being a Taoist and had integrity.

"Okay, you've wasted a lot of time. Can we go have a drink quickly? By the way, are there any pretty girls today? The kind of snake girls who are very good at twisting?!"

The wind sings the fly's legs and rubs its hands, impatiently.

Lin Qi:......
Chapter completed!