"We have been fighting for so many years, and it's time to end..." Mr. Yang said with a sense of the vicissitudes of time.
Mr. Zhong, however, was not as dull as his two sons. He immediately grasped the key points and loopholes in his words: "I thought we had ended the struggle, otherwise why would we be playing chess here? And what do you mean? Take advantage of me
When you were here, you made things difficult for my son? Now you ask your son to arrest my son?"
"There is a reason!" Mr. Yang continued to say this in a pale tone.
"All ears." This was said by Yang Yuwen. He had had enough of these people talking in the same way. Then he looked at the leader standing behind him and felt that it would be inappropriate for him to stay here.
When it was appropriate, he sent the person away, took a step forward, and closed the door behind him.
"Am I trying to buy time and let others grab the territory? Those are just pretense." Mr. Yang still said mysteriously.
"Why buy time?" Yang Yuwen continued to ask.
"Can...wait?" Zhong Ping asked weakly.
"What do you have to say? Young master of the Zhong family." Mr. Yang looked at Zhong Ping.
Zhong Ping smiled sarcastically: "I want to drink water." It seemed that he ate too much salted fish on the road.
Mr. Zhong waved to him and told him to come over. Zhong Ping walked over obediently and saw his father handing him the tea in front of him. Zhong Ping was so salty that he couldn't find a way to care about so many tea drinkers.
As a matter of etiquette, he drank it all as soon as he picked it up. After finishing the small cup of tea, he poured another cup into the pot on the small table on the side and continued his business of drinking tea.
The old man of the Yang family obviously didn't care that his Pu'er was cheaper than boiled water, so he continued to return to the topic: "Since he has no questions, then I will continue."
Mr. Zhong was obviously a little impatient under the surface calmness. Seeing how popular this product was, he asked a question directly, hoping to get to the root of the problem: "Just tell me about going to the kindergarten to grab things."
what's going on."
Mr. Yang was probably used to selling things off, and he glared impatiently: "Don't be busy, isn't that what we were talking about? It's all because we have to grab time..."
"Why are you rushing for time?" Mr. Zhong continued to interrupt unceremoniously.
This persistent questioning did have some effect. Maybe they knew each other very well when they were young, and now the suppression and understanding engraved in their bones have not faded away. Mr. Yang was silent for a while and then replied: "...Here
I’m researching a medicine…one that’s very popular now…”
"I remember we didn't do drugs before." Mr. Zhong looked at his close friend from many years ago very seriously. That description was much more serious than when Zhong Ping asked Zhong Jiaqi if his family was doing drugs.
.Zhong Ping still remembers that his brother was just a little disdainful at first.
"No, it's not drugs. It's the more formal kind..."
"When did we set up a pharmaceutical factory?" Yang Yuwen also asked sharply. He really couldn't stand that his father pushed Yang Ye to the front line and almost died just because he wanted to delay time.
"It's the kind of medicine used in research... It's not a drug or a treatment..." Mr. Yang still insisted on not being defeated by the rebels in the nest and the invasion of foreign enemies.
"So what do you want to study?" Yang Yuwen continued to ask. If there is no reasonable explanation, he will not give up!
"I don't know what it's called... cell regeneration, maybe it's this kind of thing..."
"Cell regeneration? I won't ask you what exactly you want to study this thing for. Then why are you wasting your time studying this? If you weren't wasting your time, would anyone have stopped you?" Yang Yuwen almost couldn't hold himself back.
I saw that Mr. Yang's expression suddenly lost its calmness, changing again and again. Finally, he finally stabilized his expression, and still said with a bit of age: "There is indeed someone stopping me..."
"Who?" This is what Mr. Zhong asked.
Zhong Ping is now in confusion again. What is he here for? Now he can't even be a hostage! He drank all the pot of tea! And he still feels thirsty! Listening to these people talking
He can't understand the words at all! Well, he can understand a sentence or two and relate to what he has experienced recently! That doesn't mean he can control the overall situation! Let alone control the overall situation! He can't even say a word now
Not a good match!
"Who...you are going to accuse your brother wrongly if you tell me..." Mr. Yang replied mockingly, mocking himself.
Zhong Fuyu said to himself that it was you who wronged me and left me in a fit of anger. Why are you so angry now? But on the surface, he just frowned and urged: "You said, if it is the truth, the truth will come out one day."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to redress the injustice..."
Yang Yuwen simply collapsed. If he had been sitting down before, he would have jumped up. But he had been standing by the door the whole time, so he couldn't help but say again: "It has reached this point, everyone is looking for it.
We are in the den, you have something to say!"
Mr. Yang couldn't help but sigh when he looked at his son who had a serious tendency to bully his teachers and destroy his ancestors. He thought that the adopted ones were adopted, and those who had no biological children would be obedient. Look at the biological son of the Zhong family, and then look at his own son.
...But he just didn't expect that one part of his character is born with his parents and nine parts of his character are acquired. Yang Yuwen developed his character to be so funny, vicious, and ruthless at critical moments. Which parent is born the day after tomorrow...
After sighing for a long time, and seeing that everyone in the room was about to stare him out, Mr. Yang continued to narrate the facts: "It was all because of a commission. We will not mention the name of the client. The client said that someone in his family was raped.
I was wounded by a sniper rifle and needed a lot of morphine for sedation and pain relief. I didn't say at the time that the person was about to die, so how could morphine be a life-saving drug? The amount they offered was also huge, so I took the order out of greed.
of."
Normal businessmen would not say that they were greedy for profit. Obviously something regrettable or regretful happened later.
"What makes me surprised is that the business is actually from your territory, brother, and it is much faster and more convenient to find your organization than to find us." Mr. Yang looked at Mr. Zhong, "Even the contact information there is more convenient.
If people are annoying, then it’s best to contact your place first as soon as possible.”
"But the spy said that you have never received such a large order here. And as you said, if you don't do drugs, a large dose of morphine is almost enough."
"Spy?" Zhong Fuyu was still very keenly aware of a very key word.
"Yes, it was this spy who forced me to fall into the fate of having to move underground..." Mr. Yang closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Which one is it?" Zhong Fuyu is still more concerned about the spies in his organization, and wants to see who is so powerful that he can get away with such a thorough background investigation and sneak into his organization.
"It's Xiao Liu, do you remember Xiao Liu?" Mr. Yang asked seriously.
"Xiao Liu!? How is this possible?" Mr. Zhong was also shocked.
Zhong Ping didn't know what to ask, or whether he should ask questions in this situation. He vaguely remembered that when Zhong Jiaping told him about his family situation, he said that there were only five founders! Where did this Xiaoliu come from?
of?
But then, Mr. Yang continued: "I can't help but wonder how much you don't believe me, how much you trust him. He 'used' to be from my side."
Mr. Zhong continued his keenness and asked: "'Once'? What about now?"
Mr. Yang smiled: "Now? He doesn't belong to me or you. He has formed a series of organizations and extended his claws in places beyond our reach..."
"I won't ask for details. I want to know first that it was really you who ordered him to come to my place?" Mr. Zhong still looked a little unbelievable.
"You can say that, but I can only say 'sort of'." Mr. Yang replied.
"Then why are you controlled by him?"
"Actually, it's not controlled. It's a kind of bewitchment at best... using something I've already lost to bewitch..." Mr. Yang's expression became both sad and angry, making his old face look very strange.
Mr. Zhong was younger than the man named Yang, and he probably wouldn't be like that even if he tried again. Then Mr. Zhong didn't say anything, and nodded to indicate for him to continue.
"You know... Meiling died young and left no heirs..." Mr. Yang seemed to be trying to restrain something when he said this. Even Zhong Ping could hear that the old man was talking about his loss in his early years.
"Of course... I didn't marry again. But I also knew that she wouldn't survive..."
"The result?" Yang Yuwen answered.
"Result? Result..." Mr. Yang seemed to mention something he didn't want to mention again. He moved his lips and decided to continue talking, "They can really make dead people talk... using that... high technology...
…”
If the tea had not run out, Zhong Ping would have sprayed the tea all over the floor. Even he knew that human life and death are irreversible. It is not that he is materialistic, but it is simply common sense. If you want to overturn common sense,
Of course, we need to find evidence that can overturn common sense. Otherwise, in this era, whoever says "I can make the dead come back to life, you come with me" will be the king of gods?
Does this sound ridiculously good?
Zhong Ping still maintained that disdainful look, but Mr. Yang's tone became more certain when he said: "They can really make people survive...the kind that uses cell cloning...the kind of high technology..."
"Cloning? Are we studying this kind of thing at home?" Yang Yuwen asked in disbelief, "Why does cloning still need to grab time? What are you trying to grab time for?"