Appreciate Treasures with Golden Eyes, Change Your Fate Against the Will of Heaven

Lin Mo knelt on the bluestone of the Lin family's old house, and his knees had lost all feeling. The early spring night wind carried drizzle and wet his thin shirt. He could feel his second uncle's gaze behind him, cutting into his back like a knife. "Lin Mo, do you realize your mistake?" His father's voice came from the depths of the ancestral hall, carrying unquestionable majesty. He raised his head and looked at the ancestral tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall, his throat tightening: "Father, I did misjudge that investment, but I really didn't enrich myself..." "Shut up!" Father slapped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair, "Thirty million! A total of thirty million! Just because you trust others, it's all in vain! What kind of dignity do you have left in the Lin family?"