2784. Chapter 2784 Dogs only look at bloodlines these days!
"Hmph, what kind of bullshit gentlemen, I don't care about them! They are just a bunch of young boys who are reincarnated and have inherited the good blood of the family. Hey, I don't even think about how much I weigh, just how much I weigh.
You dare to raise your neck in front of me. You really think you are a pug, it depends on your pedigree!"
Saying sourly, the man raised his lips in disdain again, stared at the direction of the corridor with his ferocious eyes, gritted his teeth tightly, and grinded his teeth.
Grinding the teeth in his mouth until they make a squeaking sound.
The First Elder and the Seventh Elder on the side neither agreed nor stopped.
Just wait for him to vent his anger.
But they didn't expect that the boy next to them had gradually lost his skin of a reckless man in the past few years, and now he had become a cunning villain.
No, before they could speak, the second elder, who was the youngest among the elders but was actually supervising the money bag, said to the two of them first: "Uncle, seventh uncle, I won't give in! Why do they have some blood?
Do we have to master the three core forces in the temple? In terms of ability, we will only be higher than them, never lower than them. In terms of experience, I am not exaggerating to say that I have walked more bridges than they have walked.
They have more salt than they eat, so why should I obey their control? Besides, in terms of power and foundation, no matter how we turn, it won’t be the turn of these three little shrimps, right?!"
No matter how hard they work for so many years, if they don’t have any merit, they should at least have some hard work, right?
As an old man who has managed the temple for so many years, in the end, he has to bow to three young men who are a generation younger than him. Why, considering that they are the giants who once established the temple?
Descendants, relying on their holding tokens, pass them on from generation to generation?
Humph, joke!
Without their blood, sweat, and sacrifice for them over the years, would the temple still be what it is today, still able to show its glory, and still have a firm foothold in this society?!
The answer is obvious. It has been lingering in the second elder's mind for many years. Just one sentence - that is impossible!
I firmly refuse to do so!
Yes, I have to admit that these young people are still very powerful in some things. But the place they are approaching now is the temple, not the business or family business in their hands, let alone themselves.
Created sub-brand!
They were playing with real swords and guns, not a child's game of house.
If you are not careful, your life may be at stake, and you may lose all the achievements you have worked hard on throughout your life. Not to mention the good image you have created to the outside world, as well as your dignity and appearance.
Besides, what era are we in now, where is there still a need to talk about inheritance?
A company as big as Zhima still knows how to compete for jobs! What's more, such a big place as their temple, can't even compare with a small company as big as Zhima that keeps pace with the times?
The more the second elder thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but picture Terence in the conference hall, sitting high on the throne, suppressing them deeply with the aura of a dignified and elegant superior.
Involuntarily, his heart suddenly shrank, and his hand that was clenched into a fist couldn't help but tremble. Then he saw him react and clenched his fist again. But his ferocious eyes were tainted with the smell of killing.
