aircannonsinc Chapter 333: The baby grabbed a microphone during the first birthday celebration; he'll be a su
Chapter 333: The baby grabbed a microphone during the first birthday celebration; he'll be a su
Lin Zhou looked at his wife's dangerous, half-smiling eyes and felt a cold sweat instantly trickle down his back.
He coughed twice, trying to salvage his image as a glorious and great father in front of everyone.
"Wife, let me explain... no, let me clarify."
Without hesitation, Lin Zhou pointed to the old butler watching the show nearby.
"Old Chen must have put the wrong thing in there! I specifically told him to put in a thick copy of 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu,' but who knows where he got this indecent magazine from?"
Old Chen stood to the side, eyes downcast, hands behind his back, pretending not to hear.
He absolutely refuses to take the blame for this.
That out-of-print Playboy magazine was clearly something the young master had secretly slipped into the pile of gifts last night, under the guise of "cultivating his son's exceptional aesthetic sense from a young age."
Now that the truth has come out, they're quite adept at shifting blame.
Su Qingge was too lazy to expose her husband's clumsy acting, and just gave him a reproachful glare.
"You better pray your son isn't interested in that magazine, or I'll throw you and it out of the master bedroom door tonight."
Just as Lin Zhou was frantically devising alternative excuses, Lin An in the center of the hall made a new move.
The little guy seems to have lost interest in exploring the colorful patterns on the cover.
He grabbed the limited edition magazine, waved his little hand, and tossed it aside without a second thought.
The magazine traced a perfect parabola in mid-air and landed precisely on Lin Zhou's expensive custom-made leather shoes.
The guests were stunned for a second, then burst into good-natured laughter.
The atmosphere that had been slightly tense because of that magazine was instantly and completely dispelled by this comical little incident.
Lin An patted his chubby little hands and continued crawling forward on the bright red velvet carpet.
The hall was now filled with Lin family elders and business tycoons on both sides.
Today is not just a simple first birthday ceremony, but also an important day for the Lin family to officially showcase the demeanor of the future heir to their multi-billion dollar empire to the outside world.
Several white-haired elders stroked their goatees, their eyes fixed intently on the little figure in the center of the carpet.
"I see that the young master has a full forehead and a steady gait; he will surely grab the Tang Dynasty jade seal in the middle."
The second great-grandfather, dressed in a long gown, lowered his voice, his tone full of certainty.
"The future leader of our Lin family must have the aura of a king who can command the whole situation."
Another elder standing nearby immediately shook his head in rebuttal.
"The best course of action is to seize that imperial sword! The business world today is like a battlefield; it devours people without spitting out the bones."
"Only by possessing the decisive and ruthless spirit to quell the arrogant and fierce soldiers under one's command and safeguard the Lin family's enduring legacy."
"Hey, you guys are all too old-fashioned. The most practical thing to do is to seize that billion-dollar black card."
An uncle who was in charge of the family's overseas investments chimed in.
"In the capital market, cash flow is always king. With money, you can buy imperial seals and swords at will, right?"
The elders whispered among themselves, each placing high hopes on this little darling who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Lin Zhou straightened the hem of his suit jacket, which had been disheveled by the magazines, and proudly raised his chin.
No matter what his son does, he's destined to be one of the most influential figures in the world.
Lin An climbed to the very center of that pile of priceless treasures.
On the left is a gleaming custom-made gold bar, and on the right is a chilling antique sword.
Directly in front of it is the Nine Dragon Jade Seal, which symbolizes supreme power.
The little guy stopped what he was doing, tilted his head, and examined the object in front of him for a while.
He stretched out his chubby little hand and touched the exquisitely carved dragon head of the jade seal twice.
The elders' eyes lit up instantly, and their breathing became rapid.
"Look! He's touching the imperial seal! I knew the young master was a born king!"
However, what happened the next second froze the smiles on the elders' faces.
Lin An simply regarded that priceless jade seal as an ordinary stepping stone.
Using the height of the jade seal, he laboriously propped himself up, his gaze sweeping over the vulgar gold and silver treasures without a second thought.
His gaze finally settled on a corner at the very edge of the carpet.
There lay there quietly a custom-made, dark purple microphone.
That was a custom microphone that Lin Zhou specially commissioned top craftsmen to make for Su Qingge when she won her first Grammy Award on the international stage.
The finest diamonds set around the microphone head shimmered with a soft and captivating light under the crystal chandelier.
Lin An shook off his short legs and decisively gave up the country and endless wealth in front of him.
Like a small cannonball that has identified its target, he crawled straight toward the microphone.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone present.
He grabbed the microphone, which was almost longer than his arm, and hugged it tightly.
The little guy plopped down on the soft carpet.
He gripped the microphone handle tightly with both hands and brought the microphone head close to his mouth.
"Ah... ooh... ba ba ba..."
A string of meaningless yet rhythmic baby talk tumbled out of his mouth.
He even imitated the singers on TV, making cooing sounds while shaking his little head in a very convincing way.
He was so engrossed in it that it was as if the red carpet was his personal concert stage.
The hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The elders, who had just been making confident predictions, now looked at each other, their expressions a mix of emotions.
He didn't want the imperial seal, he didn't want the precious sword, and he wouldn't even glance at the billion-dollar black card.
In the end, they actually grabbed a singing microphone?
Is the only successor to the Lin family empire going to become an idol singer in the entertainment industry?
"this……"
Old Chen was also a bit dumbfounded, and quietly nudged Lin Zhou next to him with his elbow.
"Young Master, what's going on here? Should we take the microphone away and let the young master try again?"
Lin Zhou put one hand to his forehead and let out a long, helpless sigh.
"Well, let nature take its course."
"Looks like we'll have another little rascal in the family who's going to make trouble in the entertainment industry."
Although his words were full of disdain, a deep smile was hidden in his eyes.
Regardless of whether his son wants to become a tycoon who controls the economy or a superstar singer on stage.
As long as this kid is happy, the Lin family is a great tree that can shelter him from all the storms.
Su Qingge stood there, her hands tightly covering her slightly parted lips.
Seeing her son sitting on the carpet, hugging his microphone and grinning foolishly, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Tears streamed down her pale cheeks without warning.
This microphone carries so much of her bitterness and glory.
That was the best proof that she had climbed out of the mire of the Su family in Beijing and stood once again at the pinnacle of world music.
Now, this pure love for the stage has miraculously been passed down to his son.
"Qingge, why are you crying all of a sudden?"
Lin Zhou strode over to his wife, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Your son has perfectly inherited your musical talent, which is a wonderful thing."
"From now on, we won't need to hire a performing arts troupe for Chinese New Year anymore. We can just hold a family concert and sell tickets."
Su Qingge leaned on Lin Zhou's broad shoulder, her tears turning into a smile.
"I just think it's amazing."
"There were so many novel and interesting things on the carpet, but he just picked this most inconspicuous one."
"This must be the bond deep within our blood."
Lin Zhou chuckled and agreed, looking at the little figure on the carpet with doting eyes.
"It seems that the next twenty years' kings and queens of the Chinese music scene have already reserved their seats in this room today."
The guests in the hall gradually came to their senses.
Now that the patriarch had spoken and set the tone, everyone immediately went along with it, offering a wave of extremely enthusiastic applause and flattery.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lin! Congratulations, Ms. Su! The young master is clearly going to follow in his mother's footsteps!"
"An absolute musical genius! This kid will definitely grow up to be a world-renowned international superstar!"
Although the elders felt some regret, they quickly adjusted their mindset.
After all, he is a member of the Lin family. Even if he goes to make a living in the entertainment industry, he is still a top player in the capital circle that no one dares to mess with.
It was during this joyous and celebratory moment that the entire audience was celebrating.
Nuonuo, who had been standing obediently to the side, did not smile as happily as the adults.
The little girl was wearing a specially made red princess dress today, looking just like a porcelain doll.
She had been secretly relieved that her brother hadn't grabbed the dangerous sword.
But when she saw what her younger brother was holding tightly in his arms...
Nuonuo's expression suddenly changed.
She looked down at the very edge of the carpet.
There lay there all alone, a tattered rag doll that no one cared about.
That was something she deliberately put in there, a secret weapon she planned to use as her little follower if her younger brother caught it.
As a result, her younger brother not only didn't even glance at the doll, but also snatched the purple microphone that she usually liked to use for singing!
Is this still available?
Their status within the family has been severely challenged!
Nuonuo's brows gradually furrowed, and her big eyes quickly filled with tears.
She stood angrily beside Lin Zhou's legs, then suddenly pouted.
"Dad, my brother is a big bad guy!"
"He stole my toy, I'm never talking to him again!"