pertwk Chapter 270 The wedding scene: Big shots from half the globe have arrived.
Chapter 270 The wedding scene: Big shots from half the globe have arrived.
The restricted area of Beijing Capital International Airport today resembles a top-secret military base.
Apart from the Lin family's long convoy of cars, all painted in pure black bulletproof paint, the once bustling airport arrival lane had been cleared and blocked off.
Those political and business tycoons who are usually arrogant in front of the camera and always travel with dozens of bodyguards are now behaving in a low-key manner.
They consciously stepped out of the cabin, suppressing all their sense of entitlement, and quietly sat in the pick-up seats arranged by Lin Zhou.
Because they knew that no one dared to assert their status in front of that man.
The visuals are stunning.
The convoy drove through Chang'an Avenue in Beijing and arrived at the ancient castle on the outskirts of Beijing, which Lin Zhou had transformed overnight at great expense.
Outside the castle, the elite Bloodhound mercenaries lay in ambush, their positions interspersed with foxholes.
The mercenaries, wearing tactical vests and quick-draw tactical holsters strapped to their thighs, had sharp, hawk-like eyes as they coldly surveyed every corner.
This is a direct warning from Lin Zhou:
Anyone who dares to take a wrong step today will have their skull crushed by Bloodhound's bullets.
Even the most elite flies would not be able to fly into the manor at all under such high-frequency signal jammers and dynamic thermal imaging scans.
Inside the main hall of the castle.
What was originally thought to be a party where "couples in the Chinese entertainment industry" completely changed its nature at this point.
The middle-aged man sitting in the front row, wearing a gold-trimmed turban, is the crown prince who controls half of the Middle East's oil lifeline.
Right next to him was the godfather of geeks, who had just spearheaded the AI revolution in Silicon Valley and was worth hundreds of billions of dollars.
Those Wall Street tycoons, who exist only in legends and can trigger a global stock market crash with a flick of their fingers, are now nervously adjusting their suit collars.
This is not a celebration for the entertainment industry.
This was a rare gathering of powerful figures at the top of the global power pyramid.
The weight borne by each seat is enough to give the finance minister of any sovereign nation a cold sweat.
"Old Chen, has the Crown Prince's location been confirmed?"
Lin Zhou stood in front of the huge floor-length mirror in the lounge, making one last adjustment to the pure black dress that he had personally tailored.
Old Chen straightened his back, his eyes revealing a fanatical loyalty.
"Don't worry, young master, half the bastards on Earth are sitting still. If anyone dares to cough at this moment, Bloodhound will show them what a 'surprise' is."
Lin Zhou chuckled softly.
He casually touched the tattoo on the web of his left hand, a fleeting glint of the "Godfather"'s ferocity flashing in his eyes.
"Very good. This is the kind of scene that I should give Qingge."
"Go and inform Sister Hong that the live stream signal is connected across all platforms. I want the whole world to see clearly who the main character is today."
A series of hurried and excited footsteps came from outside the lounge door.
Sister Hong practically ran in, clutching the constantly vibrating communication terminal in her hand.
"Lin Zhou! The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded 300 million! The server is smoking, the entire world is watching your castle!"
Hongjie's voice became hoarse with extreme excitement.
Lin Zhou turned his head slightly and looked through the thick one-way glass at the group of big shots in the hall who usually commanded great influence.
"Three hundred million? That's not enough. Tell those platforms that if they dare to go offline, the Lin Group will acquire their server centers tomorrow."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of arrogance.
"Dad! Mom says she's ready!"
Nuonuo, dressed in an exquisite white dress, came running in like a soft, fluffy little cotton candy.
The little guy clung tightly to Lin Zhou's trouser leg, his big eyes filled with innocent admiration.
"Daddy, you look so handsome today! I almost didn't recognize you!"
Lin Zhou squatted down and affectionately kissed his daughter on the forehead.
"Sweetie. Today, you're our family's little supervisor. Help Daddy watch over Mommy so she doesn't get too tired."
Nuonuo nodded vigorously, puffing out her little chest like a professional little security guard.
"Don't worry, Dad! Nuonuo will definitely complete the mission!"
The lights in the wedding hall slowly dimmed at that moment.
The global giants who were whispering and trying to reach multi-billion dollar deals during the wedding break all fell silent.
A subdued and solemn silence quickly spread through the air.
Holographic projection technology is activated instantly.
The castle ceiling seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced by a magnificent, slowly flowing Milky Way.
Stars fell, turning into specks of firefly light, landing on the shoulders of each leader.
This goes beyond human understanding of weddings.
This was an extravagant display of Lin Zhou's personal miracles.
Outside the manor, Bloodhound pressed the communication button deep inside his ear canal.
"Attention all squads, signal source locked. Three micro-drones that attempted to approach were shot down by jammers."
Bloodhound's eyes were cold, and the safety on his automatic rifle was already off.
"The patriarch said that today, only the Lin family's lights can be lit in this area."
"Anyone, kill without mercy."
Lin Zhou took one last look at himself in the mirror.
He let out a long sigh of relief. His original sharp, godfatherly aura was replaced by a deep tenderness the moment he opened the door.
He is no longer the demon who wreaked havoc in Las Vegas, nor is he the mobile library that holds the "source code".
At this moment.
He was simply a husband waiting to bestow the best of the world upon that woman.
"Uncle Chen, please open the door."
"This old servant obeys."
The heavy castle gates slowly opened amidst a dull mechanical hum.
At that moment, all three thousand top global elites in the audience, as well as hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, held their breath.
A rendition of the "Wedding March," personally modified by Lin Zhou and performed live by a world-class symphony orchestra, resounded amidst the solemn sounds of the organ.
The voice was deep and resonant, as if it could penetrate directly into one's soul.
The end of the red carpet.
Lin Zhou stood upright, his figure appearing tall and imposing against the backdrop of countless stars.
His eyes were fixed on the door on the other side of the red carpet, which was about to open again.
The groomsmen on both sides, those superstars and athletes who are usually unapproachable, all bowed slightly at this moment.
This is the groom's moment.
This was also the moment when Lin Zhou announced his complete return to the world.
"Young Master Lin, your entourage is so impressive, even I, an old man, am envious."
Su Zhentian sat at the head of the audience seats, looking around at the figures he usually only saw in international news, and muttered complaints to Sister Hong next to him.
Sister Hong chuckled softly.
"Chairman, this is just an appetizer. You'll see what true amazement is when you see Qingge come out later."
Lin Zhou stood at the end of the red carpet.
He keenly sensed a faint infrared signal flashing in the corner, but the signal was instantly cut off by the hackers planted by the Lin family.
He didn't even blink.
He coldly uttered a single word into the hidden microphone:
"Clean it up."
He then resumed his gentle and tender expression.
The gate slowly opened.
"Please welcome the bride!"
The emcee's voice was passionate and trembling.
Lin Zhou stood at the end of the red carpet.