Lin Hao’s indifferent words filled Yu Shilong with shock, excitent, and anticipation.
He looked up, his gaze nervously fixed on Lin Hao.
"Ah?" Yu Song ca to his senses from his previous astonishnt and said subconsciously, "Right, Brother Hao, you did ntion it."
"But, Brother Hao, a Spiritual Artifact is even harder to co by than those billions of yours. I never took it seriously," Yu Song said with a smile.
When Lin Hao initially made that statent, Yu Song didn’t take it seriously at all.
In all of Huaxia, there weren’t many Spiritual Artifacts.
How could one simply appear out of thin air?
As he finished his sentence, he saw Yu Shilong looking at him with disappointnt, as if to say, "you still don’t get what Lin Hao ans, do you?"
"What do you an?" Yu Song asked, puzzled.
Lin Hao smiled, flipped his hand, and a Bronze Sword appeared in his palm.
He tossed it to Yu Song carelessly: "Take a look, see if it feels right in your hand."
Cold Blade!
Seeing the sword, Yu Song and Yu Shilong were stunned.
"Brother Hao, wasn’t it auctioned off by the Mingyang Sect?" Yu Song stamred, "How... how do you have it?"
"The people from Mingyang Sect wanted to kill that day. So, it ended up in my hands," Lin Hao said indifferently.
"Ah?"
Yu Song was astonished once again.
They wanted to kill him, so Cold Blade ended up in his possession?
What kind of logic was that?
Unlike Yu Song who was confused, Yu Shilong suddenly realized sothing. With Cold Blade appearing here, it was probable that the people from Mingyang Sect had t with more misfortune than fortune.
His cheek twitched as Yu Shilong felt sorrow for Mingyang Sect.
Two Spiritual Artifacts, both ended up in Lin Hao’s hands – how dood and unlucky could they be?
At this mont, Yu Song also caught on, exclaiming in shock, "Brother Hao, you, you... did you do sothing to the people from Mingyang Sect?"
He couldn’t finish his sentence, not because he didn’t dare to, but because he was so shocked that his tongue was tied in knots, and he just stared blankly at Lin Hao.
Lin Hao nodded: "Yes, but even if I hadn’t taken any action against them, they would still be dead. The person who put Cold Blade up for auction would never truly let it fall into soone else’s hands."
"So you an, soone deliberately put it up for auction to make so money?" True to his business tycoon nature, Yu Shilong imdiately grasped the situation.
"Exactly."
"And... where’s that person now?"
"Dead."
Lin Hao ntioned it as if he were speaking of sothing that had nothing to do with him.
Yu Shilong involuntarily swallowed hard.
Although he didn’t know who the person behind the scenes was, he could guess that it wasn’t an ordinary person.
And that person must have had extrely formidable strength, strength that he could only look up to.
Yet, such a person still ended up dead at Lin Hao’s hands.
He increasingly felt that giving 30% of the Yu Family shares to Lin Hao was an absolutely correct decision.
Yu Song was a beat slower to catch on, but he also started piecing things together from their conversation.
Cold Blade was right in front of him.
He didn’t reach out for it.
"What are you hesitating for?" asked Lin Hao, looking at him.
Yu Song didn’t answer.
Yu Shilong had already said that Cold Blade was a hot potato; their Yu Family was not qualified to lay their hands on it.
That was why they didn’t bid during the auction.
As expected, the reality was just as foretold.
If it hadn’t been a hot potato, it would be with the Mingyang Sect, not here.
So, Yu Song hesitated.
Even though he really wanted it.
"What are you waiting for?" Yu Shilong suddenly patted his leg. "If Lin Hao is giving it to you, just take it."
"What?" Yu Song was surprised. At the last auction, it was Yu Shilong who told him not to bid. "Grandfather, didn’t you say..."
"Tis have changed." Yu Shilong spoke unhurriedly, "You just take it. I believe that since Lin Hao has given it to you, he must have managed its background affairs well."
With Yu Shilong’s approval,
Yu Song finally felt at ease.
He reached out excitedly and grasped Cold Blade.
"Buzz!"
Cold Blade seed to respond, trembling slightly at the mont he held it, as if greeting its new master.
Lin Hao wasn’t surprised by this, having heard in his past life that the Yu Family had a sword prodigy.
Now it seed that this prodigy was Yu Song.
The resonance he had with the Spirit Sword showed how suited he was for swordsmanship.
Wine and swords were linked to him in an indissoluble bond.
"Thank you, thank you, Brother Hao!"
Holding the sword, Yu Song was so excited he could hardly contain himself, and his admiration for Lin Hao grew even stronger.
He finally understood why Lin Hao was utterly unmoved in the face of a fortune worth tens or even hundreds of billions.
A Spiritual Artifact.
A top-tier weapon that had been auctioned for eighty billion!
Just giving it away as a gift.
How could such a person be tempted by a re hundred billion?
Yu Song found that the more he learned about Lin Hao, the less he understood him; his actions hardly seed those of an eighteen-year-old youth.
Yu Shilong was also filled with admiration.
He simply couldn’t imagine what Lin Hao had experienced in his life.
After lunch.
Yu Group convened a board eting, and Yu Shilong, who hadn’t attended a eting for many years, made a personal appearance.
He brought Lin Hao to et more than a dozen shareholders.
These shareholders had been with the Yu Family from the beginning and had made significant contributions to the family.
At the eting, he announced the news that Lin Hao had beco the largest shareholder of Yu Group.
The announcent sent shockwaves through the shareholders.
They wanted to object.
But with all procedures already completed, the matter was a fait accompli, and any objections were futile.
"My old friends, I will personally explain this matter to you afterward. Forty years ago, you trusted and stood with ; today, I hope you will trust again," Yu Shilong declared powerfully from the podium.
"Brother Yu, alright, I trust you."
"I trust you, too, Director Lin. I hope you can lead the Yu Family to even greater heights."
With Yu Shilong having spoken thus, the dozen or so shareholders had no choice but to agree; in fact, refusal was futile.
Lin Hao greeted these people and after a few brief words, left Yu Group.
Escorted by Yu Shibo, he arrived at the largest stadium in Binhai.
Tonight, Lan Yue Yuxue’s concert would be held here.
This was the largest stadium in Binhai, and the concert venue had been set up in advance; the massive stadium could accommodate over fifty-eight thousand people.
As the ti reached six o’clock, the stadium’s various entrances were already teeming with people, starting to queue and checking tickets for admission.
"Mr. Lin, I’m also a fan of Lan Yue Yuxue, I’ve always liked her," said Yu Shibo with a smile, "I’m really envious of you, being able to get a VIP seat."
"You can’t get one?" Lin Hao asked, surprised as Yu Shibo held quite a high position; within the Yu Family, his power was even sowhat greater than that of Yu Jianghe.
"How could I get one? Her concerts are attended by so many big shots, not just , even President Zou might not be able to get a ticket."
"It’s that popular." Lin Hao knew Lan Yue Yuxue was popular but hadn’t expected her to be this much in demand. He was quite surprised.
After escorting Lin Hao to the VIP ticket checkpoint, Yu Shilong departed.
At the VIP ticket checkpoint, there were the least people, but it had the largest entrance, most luxurious and refined. A red carpet stretched for hundreds of ters.
Lush flower baskets lined both sides of the red carpet, and scantily clad beauties welcod guests one by one.
"Young master, that’s him, that’s Lin Hao." Outside the VIP ticket checkpoint, two people were already waiting by the door.
One of them was the student from Binhai University who had visited that morning. As soon as he saw Lin Hao, he said to the man beside him, "That’s the one. This morning, he was extrely arrogant, saying that in his eyes, you’re nothing but crap."
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