241: C241 Lu Tianxiong Personally Changed Lin Ziyang's Shoes

C241 Lu Tianxiong Personally Changed Lin Ziyang's Shoes

When everyone saw this scene, they were all shocked in their hearts, and almost everyone was dumbstruck.

As the head of the Lu family, Lu Tianxiong, was helping a farmer change his shoes. If word of this got out, no one would believe it.

However, this kind of thing that no one would believe actually happened in front of their eyes.

"Boss Lu, I can't accept this." Lin Ziyang had never seen anyone as important as Lu Tianxiong, but when he saw that Lu Tianxiong was actually going to personally change his shoes, the fear and trepidation in his heart instantly peaked.

As he spoke, he took a few steps back.

"What's wrong with that? You're Mister Lin's father, so you're my uncle. It's normal for my nephew to change Uncle's shoes." Lu Tianxiong's face immediately turned cold.

Nephew? Uncle? Upon hearing Lu Tianxiong's words, Lin Ziyang stood still like a statue, not moving at all.

He was just a mere farmer, how could he possibly become the Lu Family's Patriarch, Lu Tianxiong's uncle?

Thinking of this, Lin Ziyang gulped.

While Lin Ziyang was in a daze, Lu Tianxiong's hands had also pressed down on Lin Ziyang's ankle.

"Uncle, this pair of shoes on your feet must have been worn for quite some time. According to me, it should have been replaced a long time ago." With that, Lu Tianxiong took off Lin Ziyang's shoes.

In the blink of an eye, the stench of feet emanated from it.

A moment later, the smell of feet filled the shop.

Even so, Lu Tianxiong did not seem to care in the slightest. There wasn't even a hint of discomfort on his face.

When the others saw that Lu Tianxiong was only inches away from Lin Ziyang's naughty foot without showing any strange expressions, they naturally did not dare to reveal any ugly expressions.

Only Lin Fei used his hand to wipe the stench in front of his nose.

"Dad, your feet are really too smelly." Lin Fei wrinkled his nose, feeling nauseous.

"Stinky brat, don't your feet smell bad?!" Lin Ziyang did not dare to underestimate Lu Tianxiong, but he still dared to scold Lin Fei.

"Fortunately, it doesn't smell too bad." Lu Tianxiong, who was squatting on the ground, said something against his will.

To be honest, he had never smelled such a stinky foot, it was almost a hundred times worse than Hong Kong.

However, in order not to offend Lin Fei, Lu Tianxiong could only tolerate it.

"Uncle, these shoes are made for your feet." Lu Tianxiong put a pair of shiny golden leather shoes on Lin Ziyang's feet, then raised his head to look at Lin Ziyang with a face full of smiles.

At the same time, he heaved a sigh of relief.

The stench of his feet was not as strong as before.

Soon, he helped Lin Ziyang change into another shoe.

"The shoes have been changed. Uncle, how about you take a look at your shoes?" Lu Tianxiong stood up and said cordially.

"Very good." After a long while, Lin Ziyang took several deep breaths, and was finally able to stabilize his fear and trepidation.

Lu Tianxiong, the Patriarch of the Lu Family, who was one of the Four Great Families in Nanjiang City, had personally changed his shoes for him. If word of this got out in the village, anyone who saw him would not be respectful.

Even the city leaders would not be able to enjoy such treatment.

"Uncle, you think it's very good, so take it." Lu Tianxiong said magnanimously.

A pair of shoes was nothing in Lu Tianxiong's eyes.1

"These shoes must be very expensive!" Lin Ziyang looked at the glittering leather shoes and voiced out his doubts.

"Not expensive, just over three thousand yuan." Lu Tianxiong spoke in a relaxed manner, but it was enough to scare Lin Ziyang.

Oh my god!

Three thousand yuan was still not expensive?

[What the hell is this all about!]

All year round, he would only be able to get twenty thousand yuan in the fields.

A pair of shoes cost more than three thousand yuan. He really couldn't accept this.

"It's too expensive, I can't afford it." In the next second, Lin Ziyang quickly waved his hand.

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