With a depressed look on his face, Mr. Jiang opened the door of his villa, threw his discarded clothes to the staff who came up to him, said "Don't call me for dinner", and walked straight towards the stairway.
"Why, you lost the battle and didn't even eat?"
A deep and calm voice came, and Jiang Xiaoyong shivered. He looked up and saw that the short, fat middle-aged man holding a pen in front of the desk on the west side of the hall was his father.
After what happened today, the person Mr. Jiang is most afraid of seeing is his father. This is why he hurried upstairs at this moment.
"Dad, you are back. Have you eaten? If not, I will get you a bowl of your favorite shredded garlic pork noodles."
With that said, Young Master Jiang rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the kitchen.
The short, fat middle-aged man still didn't raise his head, still holding his pen and writing, "I don't want to eat, so you don't have to be busy. But you are willing to go home in broad daylight. It's rare."
Jiang Xiaoyong's eyebrows jumped and he stood there blankly, but his mind started spinning rapidly. It was obvious that what happened today could not be concealed. He extended his head with a knife and retracted his head with a knife. At that moment, he held his neck and walked to the front of the case.
, took the initiative to talk about what happened at noon.
Of course, according to Mr. Jiang, it was Xue Xiang who relied on Xue Anyuan's power to suppress the Jiang family regardless of their mutual affection.
Young Master Jiang had suffered a lot of grievances, and when he started telling lies, he did so with great affection, to the extent that the lies could be mistaken for the truth.
"...Dad, you don't know how arrogant Xue is. He dares to call you a born gay in front of so many people. In Shuiyunjian, he sealed him as he said. Who did he think he was? Who did he think he was?
I thought this was the capital city in Sichuan..."
Young Master Jiang was still gushing, accusing with blood and tears, but with a bang, Jiang Tiansheng picked up the inkstone on the table and poured the ink in it all over his head and face.
Young Master Jiang was inexplicably horrified. Before he could wipe the ink from his eyes, there was a bang. The inkstone flew over again and hit him on the forehead, causing blood to flow profusely.
Mr. Jiang is a pampered person, how could he endure this? He immediately started crying and screaming for his father and mother.
The three servicemen who were waiting in the hall hurried over. Just as they were waiting for help, they heard Jiang Tiansheng yelling, "No one should care about him. You little beast, he can cause trouble, but he can't make peace with it. If something goes wrong,
I just know how to call myself Lao Tzu and tell others
Bi, he is really a fool like a porpoise. You all listen up. From today on, this little bastard will be grounded in his room. When will he finish memorizing the "Tao Te Ching" and "The Analects of Confucius" and when will he come down again?
Drag me up!"
Jiang Tiansheng, who had always been well-mannered, suddenly became furious. Several service personnel were horrified and frightened. They no longer cared about Mr. Jiang's identity. They took three steps at a time and then two steps at a time. They swarmed up, blocked Mr. Jiang, and rushed upstairs.
Jiang Tiansheng sat down on the chair, a look of dejection appeared on his face, and he suddenly seemed ten years older. He stared at the newly written big characters on the white rice paper in front of the case: "Greed, anger, ignorance, hatred and resentment, separation of love, failure to seek."
"Every desire is painful." His eyes were stunned and straightened.
To be more specific, Jiang Tiansheng can't help but be angry. He is already sensitive in his position. In addition, with the recent crackdown on wind and wind, Mr. Jiang has reminded him many times to restrain himself and restrain himself again. Don't stop.
To stir up trouble.
But Jiang Xiaoyong saw the crackdown as a business opportunity. Other entertainment venues couldn't do it, so he could just run his business in Shuiyunjian. Wouldn't it be a world where he could make a lot of money?
What's more, this guy went even harder. Not only did business continue as usual, but he also created new tricks such as membership cards and dance halls. He simply committed crimes against the wind and made a big show of fear of getting into trouble.
If that's all, that's all. He, Jiang Tiansheng, killed his relatives out of righteousness, escorted Jiang Xiaoyong to Yousi, and sentenced him to three to five years, and he would be fine.
But who would have expected that the news came that this boy was also involved in the beheading business in the south. Jiang Tiansheng was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas passed into nirvana.
Mr. Jiang mostly hid behind the scenes when it came to Shuiyunjian. Jiang Tiansheng might have been able to pull some strings to avoid this disaster. However, once the incident in the south was revealed, it would be a crime of beheading. I'm afraid no one could pull it off. Can't.
After careful calculation, he, Jiang Tiansheng, did have a prominent background. The two years he worked in Meiruiju gave him his most prominent resume and inexhaustible wealth throughout his life.
But being born in Meiruiju does not mean that he has an iron bullet on his head to avoid death. On the contrary, behind the glittering honor, there are countless dark and secret arrows. I don’t know how many people are watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake.
Because the upstream position always gets narrower and sparser as you go, and if you occupy it, others will have no chance. Not to mention others, including former colleagues who worked in Meiruiju, everyone calls them brothers in front of them and behind their backs. Everyone is wary of each other.
Jiang Tiansheng could imagine that as long as the Xue family was willing to reveal a little bit about Jiang Xiaoyong's affairs in the south, someone would definitely be able to do the following things smoothly without the Xue family even having to open their mouths.
At this thought, Jiang Tiansheng really wanted to eat Jiang Xiaoyong alive. Raising a son without teaching him was really like raising a tiger!
Jingle bell, jingle bell, the phone on the Eight Immortals' desk rang. Jiang Tiansheng remained motionless. He waved his hand and signaled to the nearby service worker to pick it up. The service worker picked up the phone and covered the phone, "Chief..."
Jiang Tiansheng glared fiercely, obviously very annoyed with the orderly. Originally, Jiang Tiansheng signaled the orderly to answer the phone, just to let him pass by, but this person actually greeted him, Jiang, which was really stupid.
Jiang Tiansheng was secretly wondering if there was going to be a replacement, but the orderly still said politely: "Chief, this is Chief Xue Anyuan's phone number."
Of course, the servants who can be selected to serve in the governor's home will not be political idiots who spend all day traveling to the homes of officials. Although most of them only have ears and hands, they are not bright-eyed.
At this moment, what kind of accident happened to Mr. Jiang? Although the servant didn't know clearly, just by looking at Jiang Tiansheng's furious look, he could guess that something serious was going on. The situation in the master's house was not good. .
To put it bluntly, even if you don't know what kind of difficulties the Jiang family is encountering now, with Xue Anyuan's reputation as a leader in China, Jiang Tiansheng has a big problem, and he doesn't dare not answer his call.
"who!"
Jiang Tiansheng stood up in a hurry and moved so violently that half of the hair styled with latex on his head fell down.
"Xue Anyuan's political situation!"
The orderly reported Xue Anyuan's most prestigious title directly.
Jiang Tiansheng took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed forward, patted the serviceman's shoulder gently as a sign of approval, and reached out to take the microphone, "Hey, is this Brother Anyuan? I am Tiansheng."
A thick but gentle baritone voice immediately came over the phone: "I'm born gay. What's the matter? I just heard what you said. Do you don't want to answer the call from me, your big brother?" (To be continued...)
ps: I got up late. In order to keep up with the regular updates, it’s only 2,000 words for the time being. The shortfall of 1,000 words will be added in the chapter tonight.