Lin Tian's thunderous methods, even in front of the old fogeys and big shots, were executed without hesitation, something the rich young masters wouldn't even dare to contemplate.
In the presence of the old fogeys and the head of their own family, they could only comply and obey; they didn't dare to do, or even say, anything out of line.
The larger the family, the heavier its authority; they could be arrogant and unbridled in front of outsiders, but had to be meek in front of the Family Head and the old fogeys.
Therefore, they worshipped Lin Tian. It used to be just about racing, but now there was one more reason.
Lin Tian, however, didn't care. To him, doing these things was just a matter of lifting a hand, simple and effortless.
He had just sat down when suddenly his smart wristband vibrated. A situation? Lin Tian's heart stirred, but he kept his expression unchanged and slid his hand under the table to answer the call.
