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Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty: A Trip to Russia

Liu Miaomiao said again, "Upgrading is the easiest thing. Whoever has more credit can upgrade. If you upgrade from an officer to a branch director, the head office will directly upgrade your strength to the level of a branch director. It's very awesome." After saying that, he stuck out his tongue proudly at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment. Even his strength could be directly improved?! This is too exaggerated. He couldn't help but ask, "Who is your chief? Such a bug?"

Liu Miaomiao's naughty little face also became a little serious. "Legendly, it is a strong man from the Immortal and Demon Realm, but no one has seen him so far. Even those who have been improved have never seen him. The headmaster will not issue an order. As long as the credit is enough, those who have been upgraded will be summoned immediately. Those who have been replaced will lose all the power given to them by the Headmaster. In fact, no one ordered us to do anything. Everyone follows this rule, upgrade step by step, constantly improve their strength, and is eventually sent to the Immortal and Demon Realm."

After listening to it, Lin Chen didn't speak for five minutes. He didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly burst out laughing in an instant.

"Baby, this is really wonderful. This is really a great opportunity given to me by God." Lin Chen smiled without warning like a flower. A bold guess suddenly appeared in his heart. If this guess was true, then he could send everyone around him into the immortal world without any effort. It sounded like he could not believe it himself.

Liu Miaomiao stretched out her little hand and shook it in front of him, "Husband, are you okay?"

Lin Chen held the slender hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it a few times, then bounced off the sofa in a good mood, "Okay, let's deal with what's happening in front of him first, Miaomiao, I'm going to Russia today, do you want to accompany me?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Miaomiao shook her head apologetically, "Sorry, husband, it may not work today. I received a message from the branch minister and asked me to go back to China immediately. It seems that something happened in China. My boss's tone is crazy about to kill people. If I don't go, he will definitely fire me."

Lin Chen then remembered that Miaomiao was affiliated with the Asian branch, and China was naturally their supervision scope, but what big thing could happen to China? Could it be that the government fought with the five sects again? Forget it, the five old Taoists would not be so boring. Even if they were idle all day long, they still knew that they were going to overcome the tribulation and ascend to the mountains and kill people every day? They didn't want their lives.

Otherwise, the two sects of cultivating immortals and demons will fight. If this is the case, there will be a good show. Lin Chen will definitely sneak to the scene to see how powerful the various sects are now? The battle between gods and demons is rare in a thousand years.

Lin Chen nagged and instilled his ideas in the past. If the situation was wrong, he would immediately run back to London. In his heart, nothing was more important than his wife's safety.

As he was talking, the branch minister's message came again. After Liu Miaomiao hurriedly kissed Lin Chen, she hurriedly rode on the broom and took her black cat away. Lin Chen took a shower, sat on the sofa with wet hair, and called his long-lost father-in-law.

"Oh, God, child, you finally remember to call me. You don't know how much I miss you. Susanna has been trying to visit you in London several times, but you know, Britain is so messy during this period, I'm not relieved." Markov wanted to hug Lin Chen on the phone. This lovely son-in-law, in less than half a year, occupied the entire city of London, at least for the family income.

A 100,000 euro earnings (not much, it's just one-fifth of the profit Lin Chen has made in the past six months, it's just the money made in drug business and small arms exchanges, and the profits brought by those big projects that really make money are naturally all included in the Tianxing Society's account). Markov regarded Lin Chen as his treasure and wanted to fly to London immediately and kiss him a few times on the face. He was already secretly setting up the matter of Lin Chen becoming the new generation heir of the Van Diro family.

The little Russian that Lin Chen learned was almost forgotten, so he had to greet his father-in-law in English with a reserved and enthusiastic spirit, "Dear Mr. Markov, I miss you all the time. Whenever I fall asleep, I can always dream of you, but you also know that London's affairs are too busy and there are endless things to deal with every day. I really can't take time to see you."

Markov laughed so much that he admired Lin Chen's current British accent and exclaimed, "Child, you have learned so quickly. It seems that after this period of life in the upper class, you have completely become a genuine British nobleman. This is very good and is in line with our plan. Next year, you have to take time to come back no matter what. I will officially pass the seat of the head of the family to you. This requires a little troublesome ceremony. The matter in London will be left to Constantine and the others. I will send them to assist you. I will not sit and eat rice every day."

Markov really wrongly accuses Constantine and others of them. He never thought that Lin Chen was a hand-off manager. He only occasionally focused on making suggestions, gang maintenance, management, business negotiations, and customer engagement were all done by Constantine and others.

Lin Chen was not surprised. If any candidate in the Van Diro family could match his abilities, then he would be willing to give up his heir position.

"I will definitely go back then, but this time, I have something else to ask for help."

"Oh, why don't you want to help? Just tell me, child." Markov seemed to have shook his head on the other side of the phone, blaming Lin Chen for being too disgusted.

After listening to Lin Chen's words, Markov thought for a few seconds, "No problem, I will find someone for you, but I can't guarantee that I will succeed 100% so. Come back quickly, my child, today is Christmas Eve, it's too coincidental. I will ask the maid to prepare a sumptuous dinner and wait for you to come back with Susanna under the Christmas tree."

Lin Chen hung up the phone and paused for a few seconds. He had been without a father and mother since he was a child. He was adopted by his master at the foot of the mountain. When he was talking on the phone with Markov just now, he felt a little warm. He shook his head, put on his clothes, and walked towards the basement.

Jiang Tianye and Lei Xu were chatting in the corridor on the second floor. After seeing Lin Chen, they immediately followed him. The three of them came to the iron gate. Lin Chen whispered to the two big men guarding the door, "Our dear guest, you have no strange actions recently."


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