"Yes, but he also has a business on the surface. Very few people in your family know what he does. They just know that his business is very big and he has made a name for himself in the United States. In fact, if you think about it carefully, Shao
Long was twenty-seven years old when he left the Wenren family. At that time, he had almost nothing. It was not easy to build a business empire from scratch. This is not something that can be done if you have the ability..."
Hearing this, Zhou Jian was surprised, but not surprised at all. Mu Wanqiu was right. Starting a business is not easy. Those who are regarded as business geniuses and have become the world's richest people from scratch in more than ten years have either appeared in movies.
In the novel, either he is God's beloved child who combines ambition, ability, perseverance, luck and luck.
Wenren Shaolong may have ambition, talent and perseverance, but he may not have that kind of luck, nor may he be able to catch up with the opportunity.
Zhou Jian guessed that Wenren Shaolong relied on his ancient martial arts skills to join the American Mafia, and then relied on his strength and years of hard work to gain a place in the Mafia. Later, he set up his own business and gradually established such a huge force.
His entrepreneurial path may have been full of hardships, bloodshed and killings.
The four of them came to the backyard, when Mu Wanqiu said: "Yang Tian, please take this gentleman to other parts of the villa. I have something to say to Huiyin." "Yes, madam." Yang Tian said and looked at
He gestured to Zhou Jian that they could leave.
Zhou Jian shrugged. He guessed that he was going to talk about inheritance in late autumn and didn't want him to know. Of course, he had no interest in Wenren Shaolong's inheritance at all, so it didn't matter whether he listened or not.
Just as he was about to follow Yang Tian, Wenren Huiyin said: "Aunt Mu, is there anything you can't say in front of Ajian?"
Mu Wanqiu was slightly startled when she saw Wen Ren Huiyin's burning gaze. She sighed secretly in her heart. In her opinion, the relationship between nineteen-year-old children really cannot withstand the test of money and time. At this time,
With Huiyin’s unreserved trust in that man, I’m afraid as long as the man
With a little bit of scheming, it would be easy to deceive Huiyin into losing both her life and money. To say the least, even if this man would not abandon Huiyin, he would not necessarily choose to be with her because he likes her.
With such a large inheritance, their marriage must be completely unhappy.
But although Mu Wanqiu didn't like Zhou Jian, she didn't show it. Of course she understood the principle of not being intimate. In Huiyin's eyes at this time, this man was her boyfriend and the person she was closest to, and
She was just a bad woman who killed her mother. It was good for her to call herself Aunt Mu. If she spoke ill of that man in front of her, the consequences could be imagined.
So Mu Wanqiu smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just about what your father said to you before he died, but it doesn't matter if we wait."
At this point, she looked at Zhou Jian with a smile, "Is this Huiyin's boyfriend? What's your name?"
"Aunt Mu, my name is Zhou Jian." Zhou Jian replied politely, as if he had never noticed Mu Wanqiu's hostility towards him.
"Haha, how did you and Huiyin meet?"
"We are high school classmates."
"Oh, that's it." Mu Wanqiu's inner impression of Zhou Jian dropped a few points. For the children of the Wenren family, romances developed in school are almost without exception a disaster.
"What do your parents do?" Mu Wanqiu asked again.
"My parents run a clinic."
"Oh, haha, doctor is a good profession." Mu Wanqiu said with a smile. Although her smile was very kind, she was completely dissatisfied with Zhou Jian in her heart. Zhou Jian was too ordinary. The only thing that was passable was his appearance.
, but Pei Huiyin is also slightly inferior. She doesn't know what Huiyin likes about this guy. In fact, it's okay just to be ordinary. What Mu Wanqiu is most afraid of is that Zhou Jian has a problem with his character, especially when Huiyin still trusts him so much.
…
Because Zhou Jian was present, Mu Wanqiu skipped the matter of inheritance and just talked about some useless things about Wen Ren Huiyin's school life. Zhou Jian also knew in his heart that this "future mother-in-law" didn't like him very much, so he
He didn't take the initiative to say anything to Mu Wanqiu, and followed a few people casually.
Mu Wanqiu took Zhou Jian and Wen Renhuiyin to the mourning hall. As soon as they opened the door, they could see a room full of mourners. Most of them were Americans, mostly middle-aged men. Without exception, they were wearing black clothes.
Dress, with white embroidery on the chest.
When Mu Wanqiu came in with Zhou Jian and Wen Renhuiyin, the eyes of everyone in the room gathered around them, and some of them clearly had vague hostility in their eyes.
Zhou Jian can probably imagine where their hostility comes from. Judging from the attire and age of these people, it is estimated that most of them were fighting with Wen Ren Shaolong at that time. Now that Wen Ren Shaolong is dead, they will directly
It involves the issue of profit distribution. If it is a formal company, there is no need to mention it. Except for the partners,
Of course, the rest of the founder's shares belonging to Wenren Shaolong belong to Wenren Shaolong according to his will. Whoever the will says belongs to him belongs to him. But now that we are a gangster, it's hard to say. There are many assets that are not on the books.
, making a will is not protected by the law, and even if it is protected, the people present may not take the law seriously.
The entire mourning hall was solemnly decorated. In the middle of the mourning hall was Wenren Shaolong's portrait and spiritual tablet. A room full of mourners had already learned about Wenren Huiyin's identity from Mu Wanqiu ten minutes ago. They looked at Huiyin at this moment.
, no one spoke, and no one greeted Wen Ren Huiyin, the whole room was silent.
Being watched by so many people, especially those with many unkind glances, Wenren Huiyin also felt some pressure. At this time, Mu Wanqiu said: "Huiyin, go and give your father some incense."
"Well, okay."
Wen Renhuiyin took the incense from Yang Tian and was about to burn the incense when a man in black clothes standing near the spiritual case stood up. He glanced at Wenren Huiyin and said in very proficient Chinese: "According to the
According to Chinese rules, lighting this incense and placing it in the incense burner is equivalent to acknowledging your ancestors and returning to your clan?"
Wenren Huiyin hesitated and came to the mourning hall. Of course she felt the hostility of these people. She glanced at the man and saw that he was a Chinese, but the Chinese he spoke had some accent, maybe it had been a long time.
No, maybe he grew up in the United States. Wenren Huiyin didn't say anything because she knew it would be useless if she spoke. These people wouldn't listen to what she said.
Mu Wanqiu frowned and said in a deep voice: "Wang Yang, what do you want to say?"
The man named Wang Yang sneered, "If I remember correctly, Wenren Shaolong was kicked out of his family like a dog and came to the United States alone to work hard. It was us brothers who worked with him to build what he is today."
foundation,
And now, Wen Ren Shaolong is dead, and his daughter wants to recognize her ancestor and return to the clan? Can she inherit Wen Ren Shaolong's legacy by offering a stick of incense? Back then, we hung our heads on our waist together with Wen Ren Shaolong.
Where was she when she was struggling to survive?"
Mu Wanqiu snorted coldly, "After all, you are just thinking about the inheritance, are you impatient?
I will announce the will, but not now, Wang Yang, don’t forget your identity! You are just a beggar brought back by Shaolong from the slums of Los Angeles! Without Shaolong, you would still be like a dog in the slums.
I'm alive, now, get out of my way!"
Because of the anger in his heart, Mu Wanqiu coughed violently after saying these words. Yang Ya hurried over and handed over the handkerchief. At the same time, he was afraid of patting Mu Wanqiu's back and said with concern: "Madam, you..."
Mu Wanqiu waved his hand to indicate that he did not have a car.
The man named Wang Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally retreated with a cold snort. He retreated behind a white man, as if he was following the white man's lead.
The white man was looking at Wen Renhuiyin and Mu Wanqiu with a playful smile on his face. He was an authentic American, with thick golden curly hair, dark blue eyes, and a high nose.
, the height is over 1.85 meters.
Mu Wanqiu naturally felt the other party's gaze and said coldly: "Mr. Siegel, do you have any questions?"
Siegel spread his hands and said in English: "I have no problem, Miss Wenren, please."
In the gang founded by Wen Ren Shaolong, Siegel was the second-largest figure. He joined the American Mafia earlier than Wen Ren Shaolong. The two had a cooperative relationship at first. Later, Wen Ren Shaolong relied on his ancient martial arts skills to
His strength and decisive killing turned the tide in gang fights several times, and he slowly became the gang boss, while Siegel took a back seat. Mu Wanqiu did not have as much say in the gang as Siegel. For this
People, she always had some fear in her heart.
Mu Wanqiu took a deep look at Sigel and said softly to Huiyin: "Send incense, Huiyin. If possible, call me father. It's not that Shaolong doesn't want to contact you these years, but he feels that he is not qualified and has no face."
Contact you."
"Yes, I know." Wen Renhuiyin sighed. She came to the United States this time firstly to pay homage to her father, and secondly to accompany Zhou Jian. She never thought that she would encounter such a thing when she came to the mourning hall.
When Wenren Huiyin went to offer incense, Zhou Jian always had his arms folded in front of his chest and looked at the people around him with cold eyes. The legacy left by Wenren Shaolong is certainly considerable, but Zhou Jian also holds the hope of getting the most out of it.
Okay, I don’t care if I can’t get it. Everything is decided by Huiyin. It’s okay if these people behave well. If
If they dare to do some evil tricks, he doesn't mind taking a few back to the metal cocoon and burning them as energy. He doesn't even need to hide his identity to deal with this guy, because these guys are ordinary people after throwing away their guns.
Their level of strength or the set of martial arts learned from Butcher Ajun is more than enough to defeat them.!
