But the problem is that those eight people are indeed dead! And he himself was disgraced because of it, and was scolded by the old man and his father. When he came back in the morning, the old man locked him in the room and was not allowed to go out. From noon to now
He didn't even eat. He was angry, and at the same time he knew that the old man was actually doing this to protect himself. As long as he went out to show his face, Zhuo Yifan would have a way to arrest him and take him to the National Security Bureau! But he was unwilling to do so.
Unexpectedly, he would still walk around when he saw Zhuo Yifan now. Is this still the arrogant Zhao Zhengming back then? Is he still the young master of the Zhao family, able to control the wind and rain in this three-acre land of Youzhou? Is everything just that?
Is it over like this? He is really unwilling!
"Damn it! Do I trust him too much?" Zhao Zhengming punched the table of the desk and thought through gritted teeth.
If I could be more patient, if I wasn't so eager for success, wouldn't the situation be much better? I'm completely passive now!
Zhao Zhengming now feels not only regret but also reluctance!
The door was suddenly opened, and Mr. Zhao walked in with an expression on his face, holding a purple clay pot in his right hand, and then sat down in front of Zhao Zhengming.[
"Grandpa!" Zhao Zhengming's face looked a little ugly, but he still called out respectfully.
"Have you reflected on it?" Mr. Zhao did not look at Zhao Zhengming, but took a sip of tea from the spout of the purple clay pot and asked.
"Yes! My grandson knows that he is too reckless!" Zhao Zhengming nodded and said.
"You are so disappointing!" Mr. Zhao snorted coldly, and then asked with an expression on his face: "Where did you get those genetic warriors?"
Zhao Zhengming's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and he obviously didn't want to answer.
"Do you think you still want to hide it from me? Do you know that I am wiping your butt now?" Mr. Zhao put the teapot on the coffee table, slapped the coffee table and shouted.
"No, grandpa! I didn't want to hide it from you!" Zhao Zhengming trembled with fright and quickly explained.
"Then tell me, who gave you those eight people?" Mr. Zhao took a deep breath and asked slowly.
"Yes...it's that person! Grandpa, you should know!" Zhao Zhengming said hesitantly.
Mr. Zhao's expression changed, and he asked with some surprise: "Is it him?" Then his face turned ugly.
"That's right! These eight people were all sent to me by him! Our Zhao family has always cooperated with him, so I think he can be trusted! I didn't expect... I didn't expect that things would turn out like this!" Zhao Zhengming explained
said.
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Mr. Zhao asked with a frown.
"Yes...yes...I was planning to tell you after I deal with Zhuo Yifan!" Zhao Zhengming said with an ugly face.
"Do you not take my old man seriously at all, so you can contact that person privately and do what you want? Do you think that you alone have the final say in this Zhao family, or even the entire Zhao family?"
You alone have the final say in the capital?" Mr. Zhao slapped the coffee table and asked angrily.
Zhao Zhengming has never seen Mr. Zhao so angry. Ever since he was a child, almost everything he has done has made Mr. Zhao very satisfied. He has always been praised and encouraged, but he did not expect that he would bear such great anger today.
