"Well, you're talking about Xinyao, the granddaughter of the second family?" the old man said thoughtfully.
Ye Zhenxin responded: "Yes, this boy is smooth-tongued, eloquent, and has a good skin. A little girl like Xinyao who doesn't understand the world can't compare to the scheming city."
"How long has it been since the two of them started flirting with each other?"
"Xin Yao is really moved, but Duan Zuoquan..." Ye Zhenxing sneered, "It's obvious that she wants to play with my Ye family's daughter."
The old man didn't mind at all and said: "I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf."
"Dad, what do you mean?" Ye Zhenxing frowned slightly and said, "Do you want to use Xinyao to tie up Duan Zuoquan?"
"What's wrong?" the old man asked back: "My Ye family's daughter is not free. Duan Zuoquan wants to play with her, so just turn a blind eye and let him play."
"Xin Yao is also twenty-six years old, right?"
"It's time to get married."
"Headmaster disciple of Xuanmen, tsk, more than enough to match Xinyao."
The old man said confidently: "It doesn't matter whether he is true or false, just remember one thing, our Ye family is not afraid of Xuanmen."
"If Duan Zuoquan dares to play with Xinyao and run away, I will let him die in Zhongzhou without anyone collecting his body."
The old man said angrily: "If a daughter becomes a disciple of the Xuanmen headmaster, the Ye family will not suffer any loss in this business."
Ye Zhenxing realized clearly: "Then I will add more fire and let Duan Zuoquan fall into the trap as soon as possible."
"There's no rush." The old man said in a deep voice, "What you need to do most right now is to find me a cauldron."
"The more exquisite the better, no matter how much money you spend or what means you use, you must find it within half a year."
Ye Zhenxing asked carefully: "Where is the fourth sister-in-law?"
The old man raised an evil smile on his lips and recited Amitabha.
Ye Zhenxing picked up the tea on the wooden table, drank it all, stood up and left.
Father and son have been getting along for so many years, so naturally there are some things that don't need to be said in person.
Just like Ye Zhenxing's question, the old man didn't answer.
But the sentence of Amitabha he recited already told Ye Zhenxing the answer he wanted to know.
Over the years, every other year or two, he would provide the old man with a so-called cauldron.
Generally speaking, women who can become a cauldron have special physiques, and their bodies have three times more vitality than normal women.
This kind of woman can help the old man extend his life by cooperating with the old man's magic.
Just like his wife, Pei Shumeng, whom he never forgot but had to forget.
It was precisely because he had the physique of a cauldron that he gave it to his father to "enjoy".
Ye Zhenxing regretted, felt sad, and suffered in pain, but he never reflected on his mistakes.
In his opinion, his wife's death was an accident.
Because back then, my father was suddenly punished by God and his life was on the verge of death. There was no time for him to find the Dinglu woman, and it was too late to find her.
He had no choice but to save her, and he couldn't give up the Ye family's decades of hard work just because of a woman.
Cauldrons are hard to find, and top-quality cauldrons are even harder to find.
Ye Zhenxing had no choice.
My father's fate is tied to the Ye family, and anyone with a little bit of brains should know how to choose.
At least in Ye Zhenxing's eyes, no amount of women can compare to all the "power" he has now.
If you have money, you will have women, everything you need.
If you have no money, start from scratch, and risk your life, can you really get the wealth you have today?
Ye Zhenxing sneered.
There are many young people in Zhongzhou who have started from scratch. How many of them can establish themselves in Zhongzhou?
How many people can catch up with the Ye family in Zhongzhou?
Not to mention the struggle of one generation, it is the struggle of three generations, so what about five generations? Without good luck, without the right time and place, everything is empty talk.
He even envied his father Ye Gang, who "unscrupulously" played with those top-notch women that others flocked to in the name of extending his life.
His wife Pei Shumeng.
His fourth brother and sister, to be precise, are the newly married wives of his third uncle's fourth son who have only been married for a few years.
In terms of seniority, he still has to call his father Ye Gang uncle.
What a beautiful woman, pure and intellectual, dignified lady.
Those long legs are so white that people can't open their eyes.
Unlike Pei Shumeng back then, the four younger siblings came to her door willingly.
Tsk, Ye Zhenxing feels like his heart is ready to move just when he thinks of the four younger siblings' faces that are as pure as girls.
