"Hello Uncle Lin, hello Brother Lin Dong?" - Linlin's voice was very pleasant. Lin Dong suddenly remembered the joke between Lin Mancang and Guo Jianping. He couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body and subconsciously moved away from Linlin.

"Hello Uncle Guo, hello Linlin." - No matter how Lin Dong's thoughts turned, he was always polite.

"Dongzi, this is Shen Wen Ze, you can just call him Uncle Shen. He is the current financial manager of the textile factory, and he is close to your father. This is Wan Cheng, Wen Ze's youngest son, who is one year older than you."

"Hello, Uncle Shen, Hello, Brother Wan Cheng." After listening to Guo Jianping's introduction, Lin Dong hurried forward to greet them.

"Good boy, you look strong." - Shen Wen Ze patted Lin Dong's arm and made two "tsk tsk" sounds.

"Hello, brother Lin Dong, please keep in touch when you are free." - Shen Wancheng seemed very warm.

"This is He Zhong. He just came back from Shanghai yesterday. If you want to eat seafood, you can find your uncle He. This is Wen Dong, Da Zhong's eldest son, who is two years older than you."

"Hello, Uncle Zhong, hello, Brother Wendong."

There are not many guests today, only eight including Lin Dong and his son.

In addition, there are Lou Bancheng’s former fifth concubine, his current wife Tan Lingrou, his son Lou Xingye, and his daughter Lou Xiaoe.

Looking at the quiet girl with waist-length hair named Lou Xiao'e, Lin Dong's mind unconsciously went back to the TV series.

"Do you want to play basketball? The four of us can play a game of basketball." - 22-year-old Lou Xingye, as the host, was responsible for entertaining the younger generation. Several adults followed Lou Bancheng into the study.

"We can play basketball, but we have to make it clear that Lin Dong is not allowed to force an attack, otherwise we won't be able to play at all." - Before the game even started, He Wendong began to negotiate the conditions.

"Wendong is right. I'm scared just looking at Dongzi's arm." - Shen Wancheng agreed with He Wendong's words.

Lou Xingye looked at these two cowards and was speechless.

Lin Dong spread his hands, put his left hand in his trouser pocket, took the basketball with Wilson written on it with his right hand and tapped it a few times. After testing the feel, he made a long shot and the three-pointer went directly into the basket.

"Okay, Brother Lindong is awesome." - The two little girls, Lou Xiao'e and Guo Linlin, were very supportive.

Linlin picked up the basketball and handed it to Lin Dong again, "Brother Lin Dong, one more, one more."

Lin Dong shook his head. He had just used his spiritual sense subconsciously, which was a bit too bullying.

"Dongzi, did you play basketball often before?" - Lou Xingye couldn't help but be curious. Lin Dong's movements just now were too cool. He was envious and stopped talking about playing basketball.

"I've only played it a few times at the steel mill. People who practice martial arts have better physical coordination." - Lin Dong had never played basketball in this life. Basketball was not something that everyone had. Lin Dong had only seen it at the security department of the steel mill.

Several people agreed, and the match was cancelled, allowing Lin Dong to play by himself.

As Lin Dong spoke, he took a few steps back and calculated the distance, which was about fourteen meters. Another three-pointer went directly into the basket.

"See, Brother Xingye, it was right not to play with Lin Dong, otherwise I would have been embarrassed today." - He Wendong did not feel ashamed at all, but rather a little complacent.

Seeing that this guy was so confident even when admitting his defeat, Lin Dong wanted to give him a more ruthless treatment.

Suddenly remembering Vince Carter's tomahawk dunk, Lin Dong decided to try and see if he could do it.

Lin Dong dribbled the ball back and forth with his hands crossed, gradually accelerating, then jumped high and slammed the ball into the basket, while his arms were stretched out as if he was wielding a battle axe.

Lin Dong's shocking tomahawk dunk stunned his friends. He could even hear the sound of them swallowing air. It must be said that it felt good to pretend to be cool.

"Lao Lin, your son is amazing! He can do all this." - Several people were in the study on the second floor, looking at the basketball court through the window glass, and Shen Wenzhe couldn't help but sigh.

"Looking at Dongzi's explosive power just now, he should be in the late Ming Jin stage. It shouldn't be difficult for him to do this." - Lin Mancang's words really deserve a beating.

At least everyone in the room thought so. Lou Bancheng, who had just turned 18 and was in the late Ming Jin period, had to say: "Lin Mancang has a good son."

Lou Bancheng suddenly noticed Lou Xiaoe's blushing face and her coquettish expression, and cursed inwardly: "Did that bastard Lin Dong come to our house to steal cabbage today?"

"Dongzi, this basketball is yours." - Lou Xingye said directly after taking a breath.

Lin Dong shook his head and said, "There is no basketball hoop at home. It is too eye-catching. I don't want it."

Seeing that Lin Dong refused so straightforwardly, Lou Xingye didn't mention it again.

"Brother Lin Dong, you can come and visit us often." - Lou Xiao'e said softly.

"That's fine," - Lin Dong still likes basketball very much and agreed directly.

Lou Xingye was speechless as he saw his sister always secretly looking at Lin Dong: "You are only 15 years old, why are you so precocious?"

"Dongzi, what's that move just now called? Teach me! It's so damn cool." - Shen Wancheng's eyes were full of admiration, and he pulled Lin Dong to learn it.

Lin Dong shook his head and said, "You are only 1.7 meters tall at most, and you have never practiced martial arts. Your jumping ability is too poor, so you can't learn it."

"No, Dongzi, do you know how to chat? No one would stab you in the back." - Shen Wancheng was very dissatisfied with Lin Dong's sabotage.

"Brother Lin Dong, let's do it again," - Linlin's eyes were full of stars, and she pulled Lin Dong's arm and started to act coquettishly.

Lin Dong naturally would not refuse the request of a ten-year-old girl. He is now somewhat addicted.

He did this for more than ten times in a row until he was sweating profusely.

As soon as I dropped the basketball, Lou Xiao'e came over with a shoe box containing a few white sportswear with the word Puma written on them.

"Brother Lin Dong, this is my brother's clothes, try to see if you can wear it."

Lin Dong was speechless when he saw Lou Xiao'e's blushing face, and subconsciously looked at Lou Xingye.

"My mother found some clothes for you. Go take a shower and change!" - Lou Xingye spread his hands, looking very casual.

It’s not about the clothes, Lin Dong always feels that something is wrong with Lou Xiaoe.

What Lin Dong didn't know was that while he was playing the tomahawk dunk, Tan Lingrou told Lou Xiao'e that Lin Mancang was proposing a marriage for his son today, and the matchmaker was Guo Jianping.

The betrothal gifts have been brought, and if nothing unexpected happens, she will be engaged to Lin Dong today.

It would be strange if a fifteen-year-old girl wasn't shy when she first heard about this.

Lin Dong came to Lou Xingye's room and saw the bathroom covered with white tiles. He felt a little bit that today was an eye-opener and it was like returning to the modern era.

The bath water was ready, and Lin Dong quickly took off all his clothes and soaked in the bathtub.

When Lin Dong came out, the banquet was already on the table.

Seeing the big, red, greasy, steaming pig's head in the middle of the table, Lin Dong was very curious about how big the oven was in Lou Xiao'e's house.

"Dongzi, you and Xiao'e sit here. You two are the protagonists today." - Tan Lingrou said with a smile, pointing at two seats.

Lin Mancang was very proud of the confused Lin Dong. Who else could compare to his old father who had achieved this? Who else!!!

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