Evan Lin spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone—there was no real anger behind his words. Yet when they landed in Ryan Wu’s ears, it was like he’d been struck by lightning.
Beside him, Ethan Wu finally understood the meaning behind those few words. He knelt rigidly, looking up at Evan, his eyes dazed and unfocused.
He truly couldn’t understand how the situation had changed so drastically, so suddenly.
Just moments ago, he’d clearly had the upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, he’d been slammed straight into hell.
And this guy—this kid right in front of him—what did he do to deserve such power? Where did all this ability come from?
“Bro... are you sure you didn’t get something wrong?”
Ethan Wu asked his brother Ryan, voice trembling.
“No way I got it wrong. Dad just called—he’s already being investigated.”
Ryan Wu was completely drained, all the strength in his body seemed to vanish in an instant.
“Please, I’m begging you, please!”
Ethan Wu suddenly lunged forward, grabbing onto Evan Lin’s leg and hugging it tightly, bawling like a child: “Please, I’m begging you—show mercy just this once!”
“I don’t want to live like a normal working person—I just want to be a rich second-gen! I swear I’ll behave from now on, I promise I won’t do anything stupid again. Please, spare my family!”
Ethan’s voice was shrill with panic. Only now did he realize how serious things really were.
Right now, he didn’t need a job—he could drive luxury cars and had piles of spending money every month.
If he lost all that wealth, Ethan Wu would have to work just to eat, rent an apartment, go without a car, and never afford name brands again—just like everyone else.
Thinking about this, Ethan completely panicked.
“And Julie Chu... I’ll give Julie to your friend! I swear I’ll never bother her again. I’ll give her freedom, I’ll give her freedom!”
Ethan clung to Evan’s leg with one hand, pointing at Julie Chu and Hank Chu with the other, staring desperately as his whole body shook.
“She’s not your personal property—who are you to ‘give’ her?”
Evan raised his foot and kicked Ethan away: “Who do you think you are, acting like you can grant her freedom?”
“That’s it. From now on, just quietly live as a regular person. Go experience the ‘poor dog’ life you used to look down on. You were born with a silver spoon—before, life served you; now, let life serve you for a change. It’s not so bad.”
Evan spoke blandly, almost offhand.
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in charge of counting the cash stood up.
She walked over respectfully and addressed Evan: “Boss Lin, the count is finished—one hundred million, not a bill missing. What would you like done with the money?”
She waited for Evan’s instructions.
While counting the cash, they’d been paying close attention to what was happening over here.
At first, when they heard Evan was supposedly Lily Zhong’s kept man, they felt a bit contemptuous—but everything that happened after totally changed their impression of him.
This Boss Lin was definitely not as simple as he looked—at the very least, he couldn’t possibly be just some ordinary gigolo.
“Once you’re done counting, drive the money back to where it came from.”
Hearing Evan’s words, the staff didn’t dare object. They quickly loaded all the cash back into the vehicle, stack by stack.
If not for the need to put on a show here, Evan wouldn’t have bothered moving so much money.
Because there’s really no need.
Money doesn’t actually serve much purpose in Evan’s hands.
Evan doesn’t care about money at all.
He used to earn for Joy Zheng, to give her a better life. Now that reality has caught up, all his money basically goes toward buying herbs. He doesn’t even buy them himself—just keeps a few million in his account for convenience, nothing more.
The others watched as the stacks of cash were loaded and the special vehicle drove out of sight. Only then did they reluctantly turn their gaze away.
Their eyes shifted back to Evan, but this time, nobody dared say a word.
“Principal, could I trouble you with something?”
Evan looked at the principal, ignoring Ryan Wu still kneeling and Ethan Wu sprawled on the ground.
“Go ahead,” the principal nodded.
“I can promise you this: NewAir Airlines will double its campus recruitment quota for your school this year.”
Evan’s words were earth-shattering. The principal was stunned, and nearby students like Lily Yan instantly lit up with excitement.
“That’s wonderful news. On behalf of my students, thank you.”
The principal nodded and smiled, though his expression was a bit complicated.
Just moments ago, some of these people had cursed him for the sake of a job—something that really left a sour taste in his heart.
Nobody’s a saint—everyone has their limits.
“But for everyone here today—except Julie Chu—please record their names, Principal. Once that’s done, NewAir Airlines won’t hire a single one of them.”
Evan’s next words chilled everyone to the bone, like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over them.
“What did you just say?!”
“Why won’t you hire us?!”
“You’re just using your power for personal revenge!”
The crowd erupted, everyone shouting and cursing.
Even the principal was stunned.
“Before you chase jobs, learn how to be a decent person. All you sycophants can’t even show basic respect to your teachers. You only care about money—it’s disgusting.”
Evan shook his head and turned to Captain Chen and the security guards: “Sorry to trouble you, but don’t mess this up. Record every name and check their student IDs—don’t let anyone slip through.”
Captain Chen and the guards glanced at the principal, saw he stayed silent, and quickly nodded: “Don’t worry, we’ll handle it! Even if they run, we can check the security cameras!”
Suddenly, the crowd broke into chaos.
Evan nodded to the principal, then walked over to Hank Chu and Julie Chu without another word.
“Alright, that’s settled. Let’s grab something to eat.”
Evan smiled and waved. The Rolls-Royce that had rammed the school gate earlier—with its dented front—pulled up.
Evan took the passenger seat. Will Han, Hank Chu, and Julie Chu piled into the back.
The doors closed, the car started, and they left North Hill Aviation University—behind them, chaos reigned.
The principal watched the black Rolls-Royce drive away, then glanced at the once-arrogant Ryan Wu and Ethan Wu. For some reason, he felt he should be happy—vindicated even—but instead, a strange melancholy lingered.
Pity their misfortune, anger at their lack of resolve—that’s all there is to it.