There were only two people in the living room of Zhao's villa, Zhao Lianghong and Lu Qiupei, but the atmosphere was very solemn.
Zhao Liang Honghu stared blankly, as if he was going to eat someone.
Zhao Qiang killed someone?
Just kill! What’s the big deal?
Well... although this is just what Zhao Lianghong thinks.
Zhao Lianghong asked: "What did this bastard Zhao Qiang do? Who did he kill?" If he had killed an innocent civilian and killed Zhao Lianghong, Zhao Lianghong would not have found anyone to let Zhao Qiang go.
"I heard he's from a branch of the Han family."
"Han family?" Zhao Lianghong raised his eyebrows. In this case, the question becomes interesting. In Beijing, the Zhao family is suppressing the Han family. The Han family are all bastards now and dare not show their faces. But when they get there, why do they do the opposite?
Already? Zhao Lianghong pondered for a while and said, "I'm going to find Dad!"
Seeing that Zhao Lianghong was about to leave, Lu Qiupei said as if there was something in his words: "Long Shihao is going to move, he is very angry."
"..." Zhao Lianghong twitched the corners of his lips, but finally said nothing and walked out with a sullen expression.
After Zhao Lianghong walked out, Lu Qiupei couldn't help but laugh, what a silly man!
Zhao Lianghong went alone to the back mountain, Mr. Zhao's small courtyard. After the car stopped at the door, Zhao Lianghong rang the doorbell. After a while, Mr. Zhao's driver, Lao Zhou, came out.
"Master, you are here." Lao Zhou said with a smile on his face, looking at Zhao Lianghong, a man in his forties or fifties, his eyes were full of love.
This old Zhou has been very good to Zhao Lianghong since he was a child, and Zhao Lianghong also knows that this old Zhou has never married. Although he is nominally Mr. Zhao's driver, he can actually be regarded as Mr. Zhao's confidant. If you know Zhao Lianghong well,
Old man, I am afraid that even Zhao Lianghong, who is his son, is not as good as this old Zhou.
"Well, I just came back. I have something to talk to my dad about." Zhao Lianghong nodded, and a smile appeared on his serious face.
"Haha, come in, I'm playing chess alone in the room. It's your time to play a game with me. I'm afraid I've already become bored playing with an old man like me." Lao Zhou greeted Zhao Lianghong with a smile.
Got in.
Zhao Lianghong twitched his lips, and finally nodded in agreement. It was very painful to play chess with Mr. Zhao. Especially for someone like Zhao Lianghong, who only knew a little bit about Go, it was even more painful. Because
, I can’t win again and again, and I have to be scolded again when I lose, how can I not be miserable?
Under the leadership of Lao Zhou, Zhao Lianghong followed him to the small house where Mr. Zhao lived. Apart from the necessary furnishings, there was nothing in the house. In the words of Mr. Zhao, there were too many things and it was annoying to look at them!
And on the Kang mat on the side, Mr. Zhao was sitting cross-legged, holding a white piece in his hand, looking at the chessboard on the table in deep thought.
Zhao Lianghong was standing not far away, while Lao Zhou retreated without saying a word, leaving the father and son some private space.
After a while, Mr. Zhao slowly said: "Play chess with me."
"I can't do it well." Zhao Lianghong said in a low voice. Looking at it like this, he doesn't look like the head of the Zhao family. He is just like a child who made a mistake.
"You have to do it even if you don't want to do it!" Mr. Zhao scolded sternly. "If you don't do it, then get out of here!"
Zhao Lianghong smiled bitterly in his heart, what else can he say? Next! Zhao Lianghong had been watching the chess game just now and pondered for a while. After Mr. Zhao dropped the white piece, Zhao Lianghong picked up the black piece. After a short period of contemplation, he dropped it lightly. After falling.
, Zhao Lianghongcai said anxiously: "Father, I have something to do..."
"I know something is wrong with you!" Mr. Zhao couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw where Zhao Lianghong had made his move, "Play chess!"
"..."
A cheerful old man, a depressed middle-aged man, two black stones and white stones kept falling. It took nearly half an hour to finish the incomplete chess game. However, the result was obvious.
It was Zhao Lianghong who lost, and he lost in the middle of the game.
While Zhao Lianghong was waiting for Mr. Zhao's criticism, Mr. Zhao nodded with satisfaction and said: "Not bad, my chess skills have improved somewhat."
"..." Zhao Lianghong smiled bitterly and said nothing. Is this a compliment?
"Say, what's the matter?" Mr. Zhao picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, but his eyes never left the chess game that had been played.
Finally let’s get down to business! Zhao Lianghong was anxious and unbearable, so he hurriedly said: “Zhao Qiang was taken away by people from the provincial department.”
Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows without any fluctuation in his expression, "Why?"
"Kill people, kill people who are separated from the Han family."
Mr. Zhao suddenly laughed and said: "Hahaha, good! As expected of being my grandson, not bad! Well done!" Mr. Zhao didn't seem worried about Zhao Qiang's situation at all, and his laughter was particularly cheerful.
Zhao Lianghong couldn't help but have black lines all over his face. He didn't know what was in his father's mind. His grandson was still suffering in the provincial department. This was good, and he couldn't help but laugh. Zhao Lianghong couldn't help but remind him.
: "Dad, are we..."
"Liang Hong, what do you think of me as a person?"
"Uh..." Zhao Lianghong looked at Mr. Zhao in astonishment, then smiled and said, "My father spent his whole life in the military and was daring and worthy of being the number one hero in the world!"
"Me? Hero? Haha, you bastard, when did you learn to flatter me?" Mr. Zhao scolded with a smile. Then he sighed leisurely, "Actually, I feel like I'm a failure!"
"Father, that's not the case, it's..."
"You're a failure too!"
"..." Zhao Lianghong is the son of Mr. Zhao. How can he say that he is not his father? But just when he wanted to defend his father, he got himself involved.
"You are still young and don't understand."
"..." Zhao Lianghong was finally so depressed that he couldn't speak. Young? An old man said to a man in his forties or fifties that you are still young? Although the logic is good, why does it feel... so awkward?
"When you reach my age, you will naturally understand. As old people age, they tend to be more sentimental. When you live to my age, all you want is to enjoy the family happiness brought by your descendants." Zhao
The old man sighed leisurely and said: "But, I'm afraid that Zhao Qiang, that bastard, will still be in trouble if he calls me grandpa now?"
"This... kid's home, I'm afraid he won't get used to it. After all, this little bastard Zhao Qiang has been away from home for eighteen years." Zhao Lianghong said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"Hasn't he left home now?" Mr. Zhao asked as if he was referring to something else.
"..." Zhao Lianghong was stunned, but did not speak.
"So, he has never come back." After a pause, seeing Zhao Lianghong lowered his head and said nothing, he continued to ask: "Do you really agree with his idea?"
"If I don't agree, I'm afraid he won't even be willing to enter the Zhao family." Zhao Lianghong shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"That's good! Zhao Lin... Haha, it should be Zhao Qiang now. This child's wild temper will never stay in the Zhao family, but no matter what, he will always be a descendant of my Zhao family!"
"Haha, father, you and I really have the same ideas."
"Well, in this regard, you should follow me."
"..." Zhao Lianghong twitched the corner of his mouth. He always felt that his father... was a bit big-faced today!
"I just said that I was a failure. I only said one thing. The other thing is that when I was your age, I was probably thinking the same thing as you, so that my children and grandchildren could enjoy happiness in the future and not have to touch those things.
Dangerous stuff."
"Everything in the world is unpredictable." Zhao Lianghong said with a bitter smile.
"To say that things are unpredictable is to shirk responsibility for yourself! It's because we didn't do a good job that we didn't do a good job! Could it be that what happened eighteen years ago was also unpredictable? Is what happened today also unpredictable?" Zhao
The old man's voice suddenly became louder, and he sighed again. He looked much older, "Our Zhao family owes Zhao Qiang a lot."
"..." Zhao Lianghong didn't say anything, but nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, stood up, and was about to go out. Now that he has received a positive answer, Zhao Lianghong will go and do what needs to be done.
Things have gone.
"Remember, you must have a good reputation. Zhao Qiang seems to have stayed in 'Breaking Dawn' and is currently performing tasks in 'Tan', so he went to that small city?" Mr. Zhao said softly.
"Yes!" Zhao Lianghong understood what Mr. Zhao said in an instant. After all, the Zhao family has lush branches and old trees, and he doesn't know how many people are staring at him! If Zhao Qiang, who killed someone, was taken away casually, I'm afraid
It will cause big trouble. And Zhao Qiang has stayed in "Breaking Dawn" and now in "Tan". How can anyone who has stayed in these two places not have some meritorious deeds?
Turning around, Mr. Zhao was so wide-eyed that he threw the teacup in his hand to the ground with a bang, and said angrily: "A member of the Han family who is a small branch of the family dares to touch the heir of our Zhao family.
This is a slap in the face of our Zhao family!"
Zhao Lianghong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I know what to do!"
Mr. Zhao regained his composure, waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Zhao Lianghong nodded, turned and left.
Mr. Zhao was the only one left in the room. Mr. Zhao closed his eyes for a long time, then slowly opened his cloudy eyes, picked up a sunspot, and slowly fell. The falling of this sunspot actually knocked Zhao Lianghong down.
The dead chess game came to life! After making the move, Mr. Zhao slowly stood up, walked to the desk not far away, picked up the microphone of the European classical landline phone on it, and dialed a number very skillfully. Just two rings.
The call was connected. After hearing an old voice say the word "hello", Mr. Zhao suddenly roared with a ferocious face: "Old dog Han, I want to destroy one of your branches! If you have any objections,