As the oldest families since the founding of China, the Bai family and the Xue family have amazing similarities in their development histories.
But there is a world of difference between Mr. Bai and Mr. Xue.
Mr. Xue is an upright and peaceful man. He has walked a solid path throughout his life, never overstepping the boundaries or acting outside the rules.
Mr. Bai took a different approach and was full of evil spirit.
His son, the man who was respectfully called Boss Bai by people in the circle, is also a devil of genius. If his life was not too short, Yanjing would not have the space for Han Zhenbei to control everything.
The Xue family has many descendants, but it took four generations to produce just one Xue Bailing. However, each generation of the Bai family has become stronger than the previous generation. Boss Bai has amazing skills. He and the Queen of the Chen family were the two most dazzling stars of the year. It is a pity that God is jealous of talents and does not care about them. Whether it was Boss Bai or the Queen of the Chen family, both died young and ended their glorious lives.
Bai Twelve, the grandson of Mr. Bai and the son of Boss Bai, showed great talent as early as the age of three. He could learn everything in one go. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to fool Lin Ze and Liu Wen when he first learned the guqin. ,
In the eyes of many old people, the three heroes of the Bai family, except for the old Mr. Bai who was a thief, Boss Bai died early, and Bai Twelve was a sick boy since he was a child. They have such a bad fate that it makes people sweat. ,
Nowadays, Mr. Bai, who is even more low-key than the Bai family, is over a hundred years old. Seven, three, eight, and four are the hurdles. If you are over one hundred, you are considered against the will of heaven.
Old Mrs.
creak,
A wooden door was pushed open, making a scraping sound, but Merlin bravely stepped into the threshold with his heart in his hands.
His face ached, and what hurt even more was his heart.
He has followed the Bai family since Mr. Bai's generation and has witnessed the peak of the Bai family and the glory of Boss Bai. Now, he has to accept Bai Twelve's cowardice.
No, he can't accept it, he can't accept it, the descendants of the Bai family are not like this, and they shouldn't be like this,
So here he is...
When he came to this room, there lived an old man whom he had never dared to look directly at.
This room is extremely simple. There is a bed on the inside of the room and a rocking chair on the outside. On the rocking chair, there is an old man wearing simple white clothes lying. The old man's body is really not consistent with his age. Even if he is lying down, It can also be seen that he is extremely large, with half a meter of white hair scattered on the rocking chair, his face is covered with ravine-like wrinkles, and his hands are naturally hanging on the armrests of the rocking chair, as the rocking chair rocks slightly. Swaying back and forth gives people a coquettish illusion.
The old man closed his eyes and breathed steadily, as if he was in a deep sleep.
Merlin walked quietly to a position about three meters away from the rocking chair and stopped. He did not dare to disturb the old man at all, but just stood there quietly and waited.
He didn't know how long he waited. When his legs were numb from nervousness, the old man in the rocking chair finally made a sound,
Old, turbid, and cold,
"Xiaomei."
It was like a statement or a question. No matter what, when the old man made a sound, Merlin's head drooped slightly, and he also bent down and responded hurriedly: "Yes, sir."
The old man still closed his eyes and shook his head, and said two words in an old tone: "Say it."
Merlin's palms were slightly sweaty. He gritted his teeth and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Master, I am not willing to give in."
"Hmm." The old man uttered a simple syllable without any unnecessary words.
"Wanjun doesn't take me seriously at all." Merlin said, there was not much hatred in his words, and it didn't sound like he was making a small report.
The inner meaning of his words refers directly to Bai Twelve,
It is precisely because of Bai Twelve's cowardice and uselessness that Bai Wanjun rises. Merlin believes what he said, and the master will understand.
The old man was still rocking the rocking chair, softly said "Hmm", closed his eyes and rested.
"Master, you handed over the management of the Bai family to her. It's not convenient for me to say anything, but now you even hand over the decision-making power of the organization to her. I,."
"She has this ability." The old man spat out a few words in a confused voice,
"I know." There were beads of sweat on Merlin's forehead. He seemed to be afraid of disturbing the old man, so he spoke very carefully. "But, is it going to go on like this? Should she always be allowed to control the Bai family and the organization?"
"You were beaten by her." The old man asked slowly,
",."
Merlin's body trembled slightly and he quickly explained: "It's not because I was beaten."
"I know." The old man's tone was as calm as a machine, without any fluctuations.
"Master, does she have too much power?" Merlin asked softly.
"It's quite big," said the old man.
"If so,."
"You are worried that I will die suddenly."
"Merlin wouldn't dare."
thump,
Merlin knelt heavily on the ground, thick cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and said in a trembling tone: "Merlin is just worried..."
"You left back then just out of curiosity." The old man shook his body gently back and forth and said, "You can't change it."
Merlin's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't know how to respond.
"Get up." The old man said slowly, "You are not young anymore. Don't kneel down all the time."
"Yes, sir." Merlin stood up, raised his head slightly, and said softly, "Europe has already arranged for people to take over. The death of the shark did not bring much fluctuation. On the contrary, the plan in Southeast Asia went wrong."
"Wanjun's plan is good, but you didn't do it well." The old man said,
"Then now,."
"Ask her."
"But,."
"There is no but." the old man said slowly,
"Yes, sir." Merlin lowered his head slightly,
The room fell silent again,
Merlin mustered up the courage to come here. He didn't want to leave too early, and he didn't know how long he had to hesitate. He finally asked: "Master, where is Lin Teng? Why has there been no news about him for more than 20 years?"
The old man said slowly, "Wan Hai also asked."
When Merlin heard this, he frowned slightly.
It seems that Wan Hai, like himself, has no intention of giving up.
Wan Hai didn't give up because this was his lifelong pursuit, and for himself, Merlin clenched his fists tightly. This was his regret.
Back then, he had delayed the Battle of Jiufeng due to other matters and was unable to compete with Lin Teng. Even if he could predict the outcome, for Merlin, how could he be willing to do it if he didn't give it a try?
He has lived for most of his life, and his desire to win has never weakened, so he asked this question.
"Then can you," Merlin asked tentatively,
He wanted to know, he felt that Wan Hai should know, no, he didn't think, but he definitely knew,
Why does Wan Hai know? It must be the master who told him.
"Aren't you going to kill his son?" The old man opened his eyes without warning.
Those are a pair of eyes that scare people from the bottom of their hearts,
Like an endless abyss, like an Asura hell, these eyes contained things that Merlin could never finish reading in his lifetime. As soon as he touched the old man's eyes, Merlin felt as if he was being shocked by an electric shock. He hurriedly averted his eyes, lowered his head and said, "Yes.
.”
"Kill him." The old man said without emotion. "When it comes to that, you don't need to look for him. He will show up on his own initiative, but not on Twelve's wedding anniversary."
Merlin clenched his fists, nodded heavily and said, "Yes."
The old man closed his eyes again,
Seeing this, Merlin bent over and slowly exited the room that made him extremely anxious.
creak,
creak,
The swing of the rocking chair was wider than before, and the wooden armrests were gently squeezed between the fingers, as if the name Lin Teng made the old man's mood no longer calm.
