bdsm-fiction Chapter 89 A Small Goal
Chapter 89 A Small Goal
Chapter 89 A Small Goal
Lin Sheng drove He Min home. He had just entered the house and hadn't even taken off his shoes yet.
He Min couldn't wait to reach out and hook her arms around Lin Sheng's neck, offering him a sweet kiss.
The two kissed for more than ten minutes until He Min felt suffocated. Only then did she let go, her whole body going limp, and she leaned against Lin Sheng's arms.
"Sheng, if it weren't for you today, I... I can't even imagine what would have happened!"
He Min felt a wave of fear wash over her, her heart pounding with dread.
"Amin, go to the school and resign tomorrow!"
"Resign? How am I supposed to live?" He Min stared at Lin Sheng with wide eyes, her gaze filled with astonishment.
"I'll take care of you!"
Looking at Lin Sheng's incredibly serious and handsome face, He Min's heart trembled, and she was so moved that she wanted to cry.
"Are you really willing?"
"Amin, aren't you just stating the obvious? You're already wearing the ring!"
After Lin Sheng finished speaking, before He Min could react, he domineeringly picked her up and carried her towards the room.
He Min's face turned bright red, but she was very happy inside.
"Is your surname Fu?"
"I'm so happy! I'm so happy!" He Min said, her head held high, her eyes filled with love.
8 PM.
In the VIP room of the Golden Romance Nightclub, Lin Sheng sat on a leather sofa, holding Qiu Ti in his arms, looking at the fat man Huang Bingyao across from him with a half-smile.
"Little Huang, how's it going? Pretty good, right?"
Huang Bingyao picked up a glass of red wine, smiling, and said, "Ah Sheng, you're really good. How much can you earn in one night?"
"Not much, about 500,000!"
"Pfft!"
Upon hearing this number, Huang Bingyao couldn't help but spit out his drink. "Ugh!"
The beautiful woman looked at Huang Bingyao with dissatisfaction and scolded him angrily.
Lin Sheng grabbed an ashtray and threw it at him: "You're lucky your nephew sprayed you with ash!"
"I'm sorry, Brother Sheng!" the pretty girl quickly apologized.
"Alright, alright!" Huang Bingyao urged from the side.
He was in the wrong, and he didn't want to involve this pretty girl.
Lin Sheng waved his hand, signaling the pretty girls in the private room to leave: "You all get out!"
Knowing that Lin Sheng had important business to attend to, Gao Jin closed the door to the private room and stood guard outside to prevent anyone from entering and disturbing him.
"Ah Sheng, when did I become your nephew?" Huang Bingyao said, looking at Lin Sheng with some dissatisfaction.
"Damn, do you want to be investigated by the old investigative body?"
"Then why don't you just say I'm your uncle?"
"You just called yourself Little Huang, is it appropriate for me to call you uncle?" Lin Sheng rolled his eyes at Huang Bingyao.
"It won't work if everyone just talks about their own version of events!"
Huang Bingyao was still somewhat unhappy, but he didn't insist any further.
He pulled several envelopes from his briefcase and handed them to Lin Sheng: "Fen Cang, Liang Kun, Hong Tai, and Da Fei from Lianhe—a total of five million in bonuses!"
Lin Sheng smiled with satisfaction and took a look.
"Hey, Xiao Huang, another check?"
Lin Sheng hadn't cashed the last check yet, and now he'd gotten another one.
"With your business so big now, a few million shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Huang Bingyao frowned.
When they sent Lin Sheng out as an undercover agent, they thought it would be a disgrace.
I never expected to give him so many big credits, and now he's making a fortune every day. I don't even know how to get along with him anymore. "The check is signed by the West Kowloon Police Station. Who would dare to cash it except for throwing it into the stock market?" Lin Sheng put away the check and casually complained.
"Stock trading is great! With your skills, you could easily make money in no time. Remember to call me if anything good happens!"
Huang Bingyao no longer has any doubts about Lin Sheng's abilities and even hopes to mentor him so that he can retire and travel the world.
After a few drinks, Lin Sheng handed Huang Bingyao the gun of kindness, saying with a hint of drunkenness, "Old Huang, the mission is complete. Are you planning to transfer him back to the police force?"
Huang Bingyao took the gun of kindness, examined it carefully several times, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He raised a glass of wine to Lin Sheng: "Sheng, with your current influence, wouldn't transferring you back to the police force be detrimental to you?"
Lin Sheng offended He Tu, Lian He, Hung Hing, and also had enemies in He Lian Sheng.
If he were transferred back to the police force, he would have been killed in the street within three days.
"Ha ha!"
Hearing this, Lin Sheng couldn't help but laugh.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't believe a word of it.
But Huang Bingyao is different; he will actually attend meetings when necessary.
Moreover, he was carrying an AK all by himself, which reassured Lin Sheng.
Reaching out, Lin Sheng patted Huang Bingyao on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "We're family now. I have a question for you: what do you think of Brother Yi?"
"Ah Sheng, you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Bingyao looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide open, utterly shocked.
Several seconds passed before I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
"Sheng, you've given me so much credit lately, enough to get me promoted to assistant director, but I'm not a foreigner, I can't get promoted!" Huang Bingyao sighed slightly.
"Old Huang, money makes the world go round!" Lin Sheng blinked and said.
Huang Bingyao looked intently at Lin Sheng, his breathing becoming slightly rapid: "It's very expensive!"
"A small goal?" Lin Sheng held up one finger, probing.
It was 82. The Iron Lady hadn't yet fallen in Nanjing. All the senior officials on Hong Kong Island were foreigners. If Wong Bing-yiu, a yellow-skinned man, wanted to get promoted, he had no choice but to throw money at it.
It's worth noting that Lui Lok, the chief detective in charge of both the legitimate and criminal underworld in Hong Kong back then, was much lower in rank than Wong Bing-yiu.
Wong Bing-Yiu's ascent to the position of Chief Superintendent is already over.
Huang Bingyao quickly replied, "That won't be necessary, but it's about right!"
"Damn, these foreigners are so greedy!"
Lin Sheng couldn't help but curse.
With all his current assets combined, he only has tens of millions. It seems that there is still a long way to go before Huang Bingyao can be promoted!
"Ah Sheng, we still need your help. Drinking this cup of wine is like burning joss paper for good!"
Huang Bingyao raised his glass and clinked it against Lin Sheng's.
From today onwards, their relationship is no longer that of superior and subordinate.
Instead, they are brothers who are equals.
Back home, Lin Sheng frowned and scanned the house warily.
When he usually comes home, Ruan Mei would rush over to greet him immediately. Why is she so quiet today?
"Has something happened to the little Jew?"