Long Island Estate's doorbell sounded very abrupt in the empty snow.
The melee in the yard stopped instantly.
Reggie was holding a big snowball in his hand, Annie quickly shook off the snow from his collar.
Everyone stopped and turned to look at the closed wrought iron door.
Buddy shook the hair on his body and snorted.
"Who would ring the doorbell in this cold weather? Even the delivery guy would have frozen into a popsicle on the way."
Big Golden Retriever muttered and followed Black Noir towards the door.
Black Noir is still the same silent demeanor.
He walked through the thick snow to the gate, took a look through the iron fence, and then pressed the door button.
Parked outside the door were two black Vought International special bulletproof off-road vehicles.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing an expensive custom-made suit and a black cashmere coat stepped out.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses and his hair was combed meticulously.
Behind him, four security guards in black uniforms each held several huge, beautifully wrapped gift boxes.
Lynn has seen this man.
This man is one of Stan Edgar's chief assistants.
He stood in the snow, shivering from the cold, but still managed a very standard professional fake smile on his face.
"Good morning, kids. I hope I didn't disturb your snow play."
The assistant pushed up his glasses, looked past Black Noir, towards the little monsters covered in snow in the yard, and finally landed on Lynn standing in the corridor.
Lynn held the coffee cup and said nothing, just quietly watching his performance.
The assistant cleared his throat and signaled the security personnel behind him to move the huge gift boxes into the yard.
"Winter has arrived, and Mr. President is very concerned about everyone's daily life. He heard that Director Lynn has recently asked everyone to do some... menial work."
The assistant used a word that sounded euphemistic but was actually full of provocation, "The president feels that as Vought International's most valuable asset, you were born to change the world, instead of wasting time raking leaves and washing cars."
The assistant walked to the center of the yard and untied the ribbon of one of the gift boxes with his own hands.
The box was opened, and a cool-looking sports car key lay quietly inside, along with a vehicle transfer document.
"Reggie, this is the latest limited edition Ferrari sports car. The president knows that you like speed. This car has been parked in New York's private garage in the city center. As long as you sign, it will be yours."
Reggie was stunned for a moment, and the snowball in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The smile on the assistant's face deepened, he turned around and opened several more boxes.
What was given to Tommy was a set of top-notch customized Arcade Machine frames shipped directly from Japan, along with a whole box of the latest game baseboards that are simply not available on the market.
For Annie are several sets of haute couture winter clothes just released during Paris fashion week.
Even Kevin has received a top-notch imported marine organism constant temperature cultivation system.
"Vought International will always be your most solid support. Whatever you want, the company will provide it. You don't need to sweat or earn those ridiculous coins."
The assistant's voice was full of confusion, and he felt like a radiant Santa Claus now.
This is actually a test by Stan Edgar.
The ruthless CEO was building a cold killing machine on the 40th floor underground, but at the same time he also wanted to use the most direct sugar-coated bullets of capital to test how strong Long Island Estate's so-called "family education" has been for many children in the past few months.
A few dollars of pocket money and millions of luxuries, this kind of multiple-choice question has no suspense in the eyes of capitalists.
The yard was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing through the branches.
Reggie walked over slowly.
He stood in front of the gift box containing the Ferrari car key, his head lowered, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
A trace of pride flashed in the assistant's eyes.
Sure enough, these poor little kids couldn't resist this temptation.
Reggie stretched out his hand and picked up the heavy car key.
He rubbed the prancing horse logo with his thumb, then turned his head and looked at Lynn standing in the corridor.
Lynn was still leaning against the wooden pillar, drinking coffee, with no change in his expression. He neither spoke out to stop nor showed any displeasure.
He left the choice entirely to these children.
"Ferrari."
Reggie smacked his lips and threw the key twice in his hand.
Then, under the assistant's disbelieving gaze, Reggie threw the priceless key back into the snow.
"It's really cool."
Reggie patted the snow water on his hand and curled his lips.
"But this thing is boring. If it weren't for the money I earned from washing cars for a whole month while arguing with Buddy, I can buy any car and drive it and it will be cool. Take it away, uncle, you are blocking the place where I build a snowman."
The smile on the assistant's face completely froze.
He even wondered if he had heard wrongly.
Tommy also came over. He didn't even look at the valuable custom-made Arcade Machine. He just chewed gum and put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket.
"I never accept food that comes to me. Although the broken Famicom in my room is a bit old, it contains the save files that I worked so hard to clear. You Arcade Machine don't even have a save file of my own, and you don't have a soul at all."
Annie and Kevin were not even interested in coming over.
Annie is busy inserting carrots into the snowman's nose, and Kevin is helping pass the branches to the side.
Looking at this group of children who didn't play according to the routine at all, cold sweat broke out on the assistant's forehead.
This is a task personally assigned by President Edgar. If he just takes things back in such a dejected manner, his job will definitely not be saved.
"Look, kids, you may not understand the value of these things..."
The assistant tried to make a last ditch effort and took a step forward.
But as soon as he took a step forward, a figure wearing a gray sweatshirt stood in front of him.
John.
The blond boy was still covered in snow dust from the snowball fight just now.
He was a whole head shorter than the assistant, but when he stood there and raised his head, the long-lost, suffocating sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire yard.
There was no emotion in John's Azure eyes, as if they were looking at a dead object.
"He just said, take it away."
John's voice was very soft, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The assistant swallowed involuntarily and his legs began to feel weak.
He suddenly realized that he was not facing a few rebellious children, but a terrifying weapon that could tear them, including people and cars, into pieces in a second.
If these things make Lynn unhappy, John will definitely burn them all to ashes without hesitation.
"Okay... okay, we're leaving now, excuse me for disturbing you."
The assistant didn't even bother to pick up the car keys on the ground, and frantically directed the security personnel to cover the gift boxes again and move them back to the off-road vehicle as if they were running for their lives.
Two black cars started their engines, kicked up a burst of snow, and drove off the private road of Long Island Estate in embarrassment.
It wasn't until the car's taillights completely disappeared from sight that the oppressive feeling in the yard dissipated.
John turned around, the coldness on his face melted instantly.
He bent down, picked up a piece of clean snow from the snow, formed it into a snowball, and then smashed it hard while Reggie was still looking at the door in a daze.
With a bang, the snowball bloomed on the back of Reggie's head.
"John! You are looking for death!"
Reggie jumped up in anger, grabbed the snow and started to fight back.
The noisy noise of chickens and dogs was restored in the yard.
The snowball fight started again, even more intense than before.
Lynn held the coffee cup and looked at the group of children crawling around in the snow.
He lowered his head slightly, glanced at the deep Gray Cashmere Scarf hanging around his neck, and a sincere smile appeared in his eyes.
The sugar-coated bullets of capitalists are indeed very effective, but Edgar will never understand what is truly priceless to these monsters who grew up in cold laboratories and once had nothing.
A sports car is indeed very expensive, but in Reggie's eyes, it can never be compared to a crumpled five-dollar note handed to him by Lynn.
Buddy dodged a snowball from Accio, walked slowly to the steps, and lay down at Lynn's feet.
"Boss, to be honest, you don't want to give up the Ferrari just now. Even if you don't drive it, you can get a lot of high-grade beef by selling it for scrap metal."
This golden retriever yawned, his mouth full of philistines.
Lynn ignored the dog's nonsense. He just raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky.
The snow seems to be getting heavier and heavier.