Among the bustling crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a light gray Zhongshan suit walked out slowly with a cane.
Judging from his appearance alone, he is about fifty years old. His face is as sharp as a knife, and his eyebrows are as sharp as a star. There is a subtle awe in his whole body. The profound Taoism that has been tempered by time and the world has made him as gentle as jade.
It is not difficult to see that this person must have been a suave person when he was young.
The crutch he is holding in his right hand has a simple shape, but the armrest is shaped like a dragon's head. It is domineering and awe-inspiring. The green thumb on the little finger of his left hand makes people unable to help but speculate on his mysterious identity.
A walking stick with a dragon's head and a finger wrench. Neither of these can be controlled by ordinary people. Without the foundation and posture, it is easy to copy others and make people laugh.
This person seems to have some hidden problems in his left leg. It is not impossible to walk. However, it is safer to maintain balance with crutches.
His steps were steady and heavy, with a sense of strength. Although the years had left some traces, his face showed a more mature charm with a slight vicissitude. He pursed his thin lips slightly and walked forward slowly.
There was no group of bodyguards behind him as he had imagined. Except for a young man who was also wearing a Chinese tunic uniform and kept a precise distance of one and a half meters from him, there were no secretaries or other characters following him to highlight his identity.
Why does a character with a peak identity and background need to rely on external objects to stand out?
When the members of China's First Day League on the news network attended some mass-oriented activities, the attendants around them who looked unremarkable and dressed in ordinary or even simple clothes were mostly big bosses at the provincial and ministerial level or above. But who can
Can you tell how unusual these people are through television?
Once he stands in front of you, even if he doesn't say a word, it will make your scalp numb.
Momentum is definitely not created by bluffing. Even if it could be done, it would only be to bluff low-level people who have no knowledge.
After leaving the airport, the man in Chinese tunic suit held his crutches with both hands and looked around with his plain but majestic eyes. He suddenly raised his crutches and pointed to a building on the left: "Last time I came back, this place was still a wasteland.
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The young man who followed him out of the airport said calmly: "You haven't been back for more than 20 years." He spoke pure English.
"Yeah." The middle-aged man laughed at himself. "It's been more than twenty years. I wonder how those old guys are doing."
Young people don't comment on this.
He was not involved in the grudges back then and had no knowledge of them. So he had no right to speak.
"After the frost comes the beginning of winter again." The middle-aged man said with a solemn expression. "Twenty-six years have passed in the blink of an eye. It's time to go see her."
"Who?" the young man asked, pursing his lips.
He is very curious.
I wonder why this man who has been following him for more than 20 years dropped everything he was doing and came to this city that he had no idea about.
"An old friend."
The middle-aged man smiled, but there was a hint of reminiscence deep in his eyes.
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Chu He remembered that his grandfather was not in a good mood every time he had a birthday. The Xiaoshan Villa was also shrouded in gloom. And for so many years, his father had never given him a decent birthday gift. Fortunately, his childhood had
That considerate Sister Liu. Otherwise, there would be nothing worth remembering in his childhood.
He didn't understand before. He didn't understand why his birthday was like someone else's death anniversary, and most people around him were in extremely low mood. Even desperate.
Now he understands.
His mother gave birth to him by disemboweling her belly with a sharp military knife without any medical treatment.
His fingers gripped his legs tightly, his finger bones turned white, and his legs were bleeding from his scratches.
His birthday. The anniversary of his mother's death. The peerless woman who was once the most beautiful woman in China sacrificed her own life to give birth to this unfilial son who was worthless and lacked even filial piety.
Huchi.
The car stopped in front of the mausoleum. Chu He opened the car door in a daze and walked slowly towards the tombstone where a wisp of incense soul was buried.
Chu He's steps were heavy and difficult, and complex emotions arose in his heart. Empress Dowager Xiao followed him step by step, with no expression on her robot-like face. But in her eyes as deep as the sea, there was a trace of emotion.
A subtle sadness.
Chu He stopped in front of the tombstone. A photo that was different from the one in the bedroom appeared in his sight. But how could Chu He forget that highly recognizable face?
She was his mother. The mother who gave her life in exchange for his new life. He didn't know her, nor did he understand her. But he loved her. He loved this woman who had never been masked but gave him everything.
thump.
Chu Hesheng knelt down and stared at the woman in the photo with blurred vision.
Her eyes were gentle and kind, and her picturesque eyebrows seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before. Suddenly, he grinned, like a nervous giggle.
He stretched out his slender fingers, touched the woman's eyebrows, and murmured to himself: "You gave birth to me so much like you. Do you not want the living person to be too sad?"
That's right.
Chu He's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to the woman in the photo. This is also the reason why Chu He's face is not masculine enough. How can he be masculine if he has eyebrows and eyes that are comparable to those of a woman?
Chu He guessed at a very young age that his mother must be an extremely beautiful woman. This was due to the fact that his father's facial features were not outstanding. But he never expected that his mother was actually the most beautiful woman in China according to his aunt.
The proud daughter of heaven who has been defeated by countless heroes. Chu He looked softly and said with a silly smile: "Mother, when you were pregnant with me, were you worried that I would look like my father?"
The woman in the photo is staring straight ahead, as if she is taking a closer look at her son who she has never had time to take a look at. The smile on her lips confirms the joy in her heart.
She is very happy.
Her son finally came to see her.
She is very proud.
Her son is not only like her, but also like him.
The sound of slight footsteps came from not far away, and Queen Mother Xiao turned her head slightly. She saw a middle-aged man walking slowly with a cane. His expression was very solemn, but his eyes were looking at the woman on the tombstone from a distance.
Those deep eyes seemed to be telling the woman something.
Twenty-six years.
He is old, but she is still as beautiful as the stunning beauty when they first met. She smiles like a fairy. He will never forget her.
Why would she choose that vulgar man but be indifferent to him?
Is he not good enough? He was once the pride of the Chinese business community. He was also a legendary man who single-handedly shocked the group of rich men on Wall Street who stood at the top of the global pyramid.
Is he not handsome enough? Even though he is over fifty, he is still a charming man who is admired and admired by countless girls. He does not need to spend a penny to become the focus of women in an occasion where no one knows him. Even if he has inconvenient legs and feet
middle-aged man.
His knowledge can make even the most knowledgeable scholars feel defeated. His vision has also created hundreds of billions of wealth for him.
His name is Cao Jingzhe. The legendary man who broke China's financial landscape thirty years ago. The super tycoon who controls huge amounts of money on Wall Street thirty years later. A man who has been endowed with countless auras such as myth, digital creator, and guide to heaven.
Chu He, who was kneeling on the ground, could not help but frown slightly as he listened to the approaching footsteps. He murmured, "I want to chat with my mother quietly."
The footsteps did not stop due to Chu He's warning. Instead, they sped up.
Slowly turning back, Chu He's dark eyes stared at Cao Jingzhe, who had a hidden disease in his left leg: "Are you deaf?"
"I am a lame man." Cao Jingzhe looked at him and smiled. "Are you Murong's son?"
Hearing the man call his mother by her first name, Chu He felt quite unhappy: "Who are you?"
"Cao Jingzhe." The lame man replied bluntly.
Cao Jingzhe.
These three words are a symbol of wealth all over the world. They have gradually formed a symbol. Even the reclusive Queen Mother Xiao is familiar with these three words. Film and television stars want to make a name for themselves in Hollywood, and football players want to play in the European Cup.
Just like the exciting two goals, it is no less difficult for Chinese businessmen to make a name for themselves in the West, even on Wall Street, and to become a true controller than to win the National Football World Cup.
Cao Jingzhe did it.
After becoming the most dazzling new business star in China and successfully catalyzing the reform of the financial system to some extent, Cao Jingzhe traveled to a foreign country and made a splash on Wall Street, reaching the pinnacle of his life.
Such a man who is destined to be the protagonist in any occasion. Why did he come on the anniversary of Xiao Murong's death?
A strange look flashed across Empress Dowager Xiao's deep eyes, and she said calmly: "Mr. Cao, you are not welcome here."
"In my life, no matter where I appear, the frequency of being unpopular far outweighs being welcomed." Cao Jingzhe said slowly. "But it won't be long before they all surrender at my feet."
"Why?" Chu He turned his head and stood up.
"Because I can give them something they can't refuse. Only I can give them what they want," Cao Jingzhe said with high spirits.
Chu He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his depressed mood did not improve with the appearance of this man. He said indifferently: "I don't want to talk to a proud and arrogant person like you at the moment. What are you doing here? Leave immediately after you are done."
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"You want me to leave?" Cao Jingzhe said with a smile. "There is a proverb on Wall Street that was born because of me: Wherever the dragon's head points, everything belongs to me."
After he finished speaking, the dragon-head crutch used to maintain the body's balance was slightly raised. It passed Chu He's body and pointed at the tombstone behind him.
Whoosh!
The action was not completed successfully, and the bone sword with a cold light swung out.
"Put down your crutch." Chu He said coldly. "Otherwise, you will no longer need this crutch in your future life."
Just now, Cao Jingzhe was just an annoying disturber who interrupted Chu He's chat with his mother.
Now, Cao Jingzhe has become the enemy of Chuhe.
Mother will never belong to anyone else. It only belongs to him and his father.
If Chu He, who had been wild and rebellious since childhood, had never truly examined his own heart, and did not know what he valued and could not let others touch. Then now, he could clearly tell himself that it was his mother. It was his mother.
of everything.
Anyone who touches it will shatter your bones and turn into ashes!
