Qin Fan smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Lu, please sit down. Don't you want to talk to me?"
"Humph, we have nothing to talk about!"
Lu Ning snorted coldly.
"Haha, don't be so absolute. If I can appear here, I can also save your Lu family from catastrophe."
Hearing Qin Fan say this, Lu Ning couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
His eyes moved to Ito Ryohin, and he saw Ito Ryohin bowing his eyebrows in front of Qin Fan.
He suddenly understood everything.
I'm afraid that from the beginning of this project, the early profits, including everything now, were all set by Qin Fan.
Lu Ning felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Thinking of the current predicament of the Lu family, he really felt like he was at the end of his rope.
He said hysterically: "Qin Fan, you have to know that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Lu family is going to perish, your Jiang family will also lose its skin!"
What he said was not a boast, after all, the family had been established for hundreds of years and they still had some foundation.
"Haha, Mr. Lu, you are wrong. From the beginning to the end, I never thought about destroying your Lu family."
"As for the grudge between your Lu family and me, I don't believe you don't know about it at all!"
How could Lu Ning not know? It's just that he has no right to speak and can't intervene.
"Then what do you want to do?"
Lu Ning said.
Qin Fan smiled lightly.
"I just said that the only way to save your Lu family is to live among those who are capable!"
Lu Ning's body trembled, and his tone became obviously softer.
"You want me to save the Lu family?
Qin Fan, I’m afraid you still can’t be the head of the Lu family!”
"Haha, if I can say this, I can help you rise to the top!"
Qin Fan said quietly.
He took out a piece of rubbing rice paper from the satchel of the pony cart.
"I know your old father is still alive. If you give this to him, he will naturally understand what I mean."
Lu Ning opened the printed rice paper suspiciously.
When he read the content clearly and saw the name of his ancestor Lu Ziniu, his hands began to tremble.
He sat down heavily on the sofa, his face bloodless.
"Blood...blood oath iron coupon!"
Ito Ryohin was very curious and didn't know what was on this piece of paper.
But he didn't have the courage to go over and take a look.
Qin Fan said coldly: "The Jiang family has not seen the contents of the iron certificate for hundreds of years and generations, so I just don't bother to ask you for this."
"But what Lu Dan did is unworthy of your ancestors! I dislike Lu Dan very much."
"Since Mr. Ito said that you are a practical person, it is the best way for you to take charge of the Lu family."
Lu Ning fell into deep thought.
He could imagine that Qin Fan said that he could bring the Lu family to an end, and he was afraid that he could really do it.
Now that most of the Lu family's funds are tied up, there are already internal and external troubles. If Qin Fan announces the blood oath and iron coupons again.
I'm afraid that the Lu family's reputation will be completely destroyed.
As the saying goes, when you are drinking water, you should never forget the man who dug the well. Although hundreds of years have passed, the Lu family will not be able to raise their heads and become human beings from now on.
This is undoubtedly the most fatal weakness for a large family that has been handed down from generation to generation.
Qin Fan didn't say anything, he waited patiently.
The atmosphere in the living room became very quiet and very depressing.
After a long time, Lu Ning looked at Qin Fan with a complicated expression, and then at Ito Ryohin.
Nodding, "Okay, I'll go see my father immediately."
Qin Fan immediately smiled and nodded slightly.
He knew that Lu Ning had figured it out and understood it.
Lu Ning put away the rubbing rice paper and left in a hurry.
"Mr. Qin, what's the next step?"
Ito Ryohin asked cautiously.
"I'm going to have a hard time waiting for the news from Mr. Lu these days."
"Haha, no, no, it's an honor for me to do something for you, even if it means doing everything to my heart's content."
Qin Fan's head is full of dark streaks. This guy is as good as Li Haoying, and he flatters her with a blushing face and a heartbeat.
It is said that Lu Ning left the Venus Hotel.
The driver picked him up and started the car, "Mr. Lu, shall we go back to the company?"
"No, go to Longyin Temple first."
The car quickly merged onto the main road and accelerated towards the suburbs.
Longyin Temple is a temple on the outskirts of Beijing, named after the mountain.
The temple was built in the Ming Dynasty. It was burned down several times during wars, but was rebuilt several times.
The incense here is very prosperous, attracting faithful men and women from all over.
An hour later, Lu Ning got off the car outside the temple.
He straightened his clothes before stepping into the temple.
After passing through several halls and turning a few corners, he went deep into the innermost part of the temple.
"Hello, Donor Lu!"
A young novice came up to him and put his hands together in salute.
"Little master, where is layman Zimu?"
Lu Ning asked.
"Oh, layman Zimu is meditating."
The young novice said: "Donor Lu, are you looking for him?"
"Yes, I have something urgent, please let me know, little master."
"Then you come with me. Master Zimu is about to finish. Please wait outside for a while."
The little novice monk led Lu Ning towards the back.
"Donor Lu, please wait here for a moment."
The little novice monk pointed to the bench outside.
"Thank you, little master."
"Amitabha, Donor Lu, you're welcome."
The young novice chanted the Buddha's name and then retreated.
Lu Ning didn't sit outside either, but paced back and forth uneasily.
The layman Zimu is actually his father Lu Gang. Thirty years ago, he retired to Longyin Temple to lead spiritual practice.
The Lu family donates a large sum of money to Longyin Temple every year, just because of Lu Gang.
About ten minutes passed.
The wooden door of the room opened with a creak.
An old man with gray hair and wrinkles appeared. He was Lu Gang, also known as layman Zimu.
Seeing Lu Ning, layman Zimu did not show any joy, but was unfazed.
"Amitabha!"
Layman Zimu clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name loudly, then turned around and walked back to the house.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he twisted the beads in his hands.
Lu Ning quickly arranged her clothes and walked into the room quickly.
He knelt on the ground with a plop, "Dad!"
Layman Zimu remained calm and shook his head slightly.
"Amitabha, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, and past events are like clouds and smoke. Why do you have to disturb my purification?
Hey...get up."
Lu Ning is in his fifties and is like a child in front of his old father.
He stood up, bowed and said, "Dad, I don't want to disturb you, old man, but the Lu family is at a critical moment of life and death."
"Amitabha."
Layman Zimu paused slightly with the beads in his hand, pronounced the name of the Buddha, then lowered his eyes and said nothing, and continued to twist the beads in his hand.
Lu Ning knew that since his father had nothing to say, he had to listen.
In fact, Lu Ning had already organized the language along the way.
He started from when Jiang Tianrui brought his wife and children home to visit relatives, and continued until the Lu family was currently in a quagmire.
He also talked about his chance encounter with Qin Fan today.
He did not hide anything, including Jiang Shiwen's suicide at Jiang's house and Lu Zhiwen taking Xiao Yingying away.
Lu Ning knew that the more detailed the explanation, the easier it would be for the old father to make a judgment.
Because layman Zimu really doesn’t know many things.
After Lu Dan and Jiang Shiwen got married, layman Zimu handed over the power a few years later.
From then on, he lived in seclusion in Longyin Temple and did not go down the mountain for almost twenty years.
Lu Dan and Lu Ning go up to the mountain every month to take a look.
Perhaps because of Qingxiu, I only cared about his health and never told him about family affairs.
It can be said that layman Zi Mu heard many things for the first time.
The room was very quiet except for Lu Ning's narration.
Layman Zimu's face did not move, and he did not even raise his eyelids, but the beads in his hand were obviously spinning a little faster.