After the old housekeeper brought Mr. Zhu's words to Lin Kun, for two days, when he was quiet, Lin Kun would always think carefully about what he would do in the future. The head of the Zhu family in Yanjing, one of the four major families in China,
Although his position is not comparable to the throne of ancient times, to ordinary people, it is at least a prince-like existence.
For ordinary people, such a position is probably something they would only dream of getting into. As a man, who doesn’t have any ambitions to seek revenge and live a small life with money, power and beauty by his side, but most people see it as
What we have seen is only the surface. It is difficult to explain the helplessness of not being able to stand in the cold at a high place, and the feeling of walking on thin ice.
Lin Kun never thought about inheriting the Zhu family, and he never even thought that he would be a descendant of the Zhu family. In the past, Mr. Zhu paid attention to him and was kind to him. He had noticed something strange, especially every time Mr. Zhu looked at him.
His eyes were full of the care of the elders for the younger ones, but he never imagined that his life experience was actually related to the Zhu family standing in Zhongnanhai.
At first, he dared not accept this fact in his heart, thinking it was too unbelievable, but soon he became indifferent. He had experienced too much life and death on the battlefield, and his character had already been tempered like iron. Since fate had arranged it this way, it was better not to be surprised.
My jaw dropped, so I might as well face it calmly.
If he had a choice, Lin Kun would rather escape and stick to the bustling Zhonggang City. There is nothing wrong with living a free and easy life, but as his grandfather said to himself, since the blood of the Zhu family is flowing in his body, he must bear the responsibility of the Zhu family.
Responsibility, this is fate.
The night outside the window is deep and quiet, like thick thoughts that cannot be dissipated for a long time.
There were more fireworks exploding in the sky, as if celebrating the Lantern Festival in advance.
Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival...
Lin Kun was sitting in a small courtyard of a single-story building, smoking a cigarette alone. The moonlight was so cold that it made people feel lonely. There were already three or four cigarette butts scattered under his feet.
squeak……
The door behind him opened, and Chu Jingyao walked out wearing a coat, holding a cotton-padded jacket in her hand, and walked over and put it on Lin Kun.
Lin Kun turned around and said with a smile: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Chu Jingyao sat next to him and said, "I can't sleep, I have insomnia."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "What a coincidence."
Chu Jingyao said: "The air tickets have been booked, and we will fly back the day after tomorrow. Although the Imperial City of Yanjing is nice, there is nothing I want to miss too much. China and Hong Kong are better."
Lin Kun said: "Where is the steel factory?"
Chu Jingyao said: "My dad has transferred a CEO to me. I have sent him the specific information. He will be in charge during my absence."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Do you plan to return to Yanjing in the future?"
Chu Jingyao turned her head, looked at him with big eyes under her long eyelashes, and said, "That's up to you."
Lin Kun smiled and said: "You are going to marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog."
Chu Jingyao rolled her eyes at him and said, "No way? Isn't this the life of us women?"
Lin Kun smirked and stared at Chu Jingyao with narrowed eyes. Chu Jingyao immediately said nervously: "You, what are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Daughter-in-law, I really can't remember how I gave you to you... How about we demonstrate it again."
"you……"
Before Chu Jingyao could say whether she agreed or disagreed, Lin Kun had already picked her up. Chu Jingyao wanted to speak again, but his lightly bearded lips had already kissed her. Chu Jingyao's eyes widened.
, but then slowly closed it.
This night, the bed suffered again.
Zhongnanhai, the residence of the Song family.
Mr. Song was in a good mood. He and Mr. Zhu were drinking alone tonight. There were only two people in the room, a lamp, a table full of dishes, and fine wine.
After drinking for three rounds, Mr. Song picked up his wine glass and chanted a poem to the light: "I set my heart on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch..." He turned around and cursed Mr. Zhu: "You old bastard
, you agreed to get engaged to your baby, and you actually want to go back on your word!?"
Mr. Zhu was also slightly drunk. If he didn't take advantage of the drunkenness, he really didn't know how to tell Mr. Song. Originally, he wanted to hide his illness and just drag it out, but after thinking about it, he still had to face the things he should face.
Yes, escaping is not an option.
It just so happened that Mr. Song called him to come over for a drink tonight and discussed that the two children should choose a date to get engaged after the Lantern Festival. Mr. Zhu said that such a happy matter would have to be discussed after he was drunk. Mr. Song knew that there was something wrong with him, but
They didn't reveal it either. The two of them had known each other for almost a lifetime and knew each other's temperaments very well.
As expected, Mr. Zhu took advantage of being drunk and said what was on his mind. Mr. Song was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then he raised his glass and started to toast the light bulb above his head.
Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "Old man Song, don't just scold me. Let them make their own decisions about the children. The two of them will make arrangements just sitting here. It's not sweet to be so forceful. Now Huaxia is getting divorced.
The rate is so high, what if we get divorced? Then wouldn’t your good-natured granddaughter become divorced?”
"Bah!"
Mr. Song took advantage of his drunkenness and laughed and cursed: "Old man Zhu, don't think that I don't know your little thoughts. According to what you said, I have to thank you. Thank you for thinking about our Xinyi family. Why don't you
Said that bastard boy has already given our Xinyi..."
Mr. Song waved his hand and said: "Forget it, it's useless to say this. The two children don't want to get married. I don't agree with this. I firmly disagree. Either you will fall out with me, or you will arrange it obediently.
The marriage of the two children has been decided."
Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "Old guy, you are forcing me. We have been falling out for so many years, and now we are falling out again. I don't want to fall out with you for the rest of my life."
Mr. Song said: "Then just obediently arrange the marriage of the two children. The news has spread. Now if the marriage is uncertain, where will I put my face?"
Mr. Zhu laughed and said: "Old guy, after talking for a long time, you are afraid of losing face. This is easy to handle. I have already thought of countermeasures for you."
Mr. Song glared, pointed at Mr. Zhu and cursed: "Okay, you old guy, you are completely prepared! However, I can give you a chance. If what you say is reasonable, I can
I'm considering letting you go, but if what I said is nonsense, I'll have someone throw you out of my house right away, and throw you out from the gate!"
Mr. Song was swaying while talking. Mr. Zhu said: "Sit down first. Look at your frivolous appearance. How old are you and you are still babbling blindly?"
Mr. Song sat down, and Mr. Zhu said: "In order to give your Song family face, you can say this to the outside world, just say that the boy came to propose marriage, and your Song family feels that he is not worthy of your granddaughter. In addition, the child Xinyi also
If you don’t like that kid, and you can just bring out any evidence, you can just say that nothing happened between them that night. Since this is all a misunderstanding, I decided to cancel the engagement.”
Mr. Song rolled his eyes, obviously drunk, and said, "Then how are you, Zhu Bingshan, going to thank me?"
Mr. Zhu smiled and said: "Jia Ze's business in Jiangnan has always been difficult to develop. Shen Wanjin, the richest man in Jiangnan, is an old relative of mine. I can ask him to help."
Mr. Song smiled and said: "Old Zhu, don't talk to me here. You and Mr. Shen have already broken up. You think I don't know that they married their daughter into your family..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Song immediately understood what was going on. He looked at Mr. Zhu and said, "Could it be that you took Lin Kun to Jiangnan?"
Mr. Zhu nodded with a smile and said: "How about this condition? With the help of the old man, it will not be difficult for Jiaze's business in Jiangnan to open up."
Mr. Song nodded, and Mr. Zhu was secretly happy. He had originally prepared two chips, but it seemed that he had taken down the drunken old guy with the first one.
But just when Mr. Zhu was proud, Mr. Song immediately smiled slyly and said: "Zhu Bingshan, I have been dealing with you all my life, you really think I am stupid!"
Zhu Lao said with a smile: "You have already nodded and agreed, aren't you going to regret it?"
Song Lao laughed happily and said with a hint of cunning: "I will tentatively accept your first condition, but in the end whether we can reach an agreement depends on your second condition."
Mr. Zhu smiled and shook his head, knowing that he couldn't hide it. The two of them had known each other for almost a lifetime and knew each other's tricks too well. The reason why Mr. Zhu thought Mr. Song would agree to cancel the engagement was because he was actually touching the old man. It was a matter of character. The old man cared too much about his granddaughter. Due to his face and reputation, he coerced Mr. Zhu into getting engaged to his two children. But when he thought about it carefully, there were risks.
And the risk is not small. Although Mr. Zhu promised that Lin Kun will inherit the position of the head of the Zhu family in the future, who can say clearly what will happen in the future. In addition, the granddaughter is interested in that boy, and she can feel it, but that boy I can’t feel how I feel about my granddaughter. What if I really get married and become unhappy?
The eldest daughter of the Yellow Flower...
In today's society, there are still a lot of young ladies. He, Old Man Song, has a beautiful granddaughter who is the most powerful in the country, but he has never thought of using his granddaughter to climb high branches. He has no idea of being a good match in his bones. He truly loves himself. My granddaughter’s principle when it comes to marriage matters is that as long as her granddaughter is happy, that’s fine.
In other words, as one of the four major families in China, the Song family doesn't have to compete with anyone else. It's almost always someone else who has to compete with them.
If his precious granddaughter is really interested in that boy, Mr. Song is very confident that she can capture that boy based on her appearance and talent.
In this way, looking at the current situation, I almost lost nothing, but I was able to exchange for two very affordable chips from Mr. Zhu, which is also a profit.
Mr. Song was thinking secretly in his heart, but his face was very calm. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then looked at Mr. Zhu with a smile.
Mr. Zhu smiled and shook his head and said: "You old guy, you are really greedy. Well, the second condition is that Chengyun should be older. I know that your family is targeting the Vice Prime Minister or the State Councilor." I am willing to do my best to occupy the position. With the participation of our Zhu family, with the prestige and ability of that kid Chengyun, there should be no problem."
Mr. Song laughed heartily, with the proud look on his face undisguised, and said: "Zhu Bingshan, Zhu Bingshan, you old guy has been plotting against me all my life, and this time I finally plotted against you. But I can't do my best.
You have to try your best."
Mr. Zhu smiled and pointed at Mr. Song and said: "You old guy, let me tell you, don't put any other conditions on me. I help Chengyun because of his ability. He will be in the future."
I will make greater contributions to the country, and it is not entirely calculated by you."
Mr. Song said proudly: "Of course, my son, Song Guoqi, is not a thing in the pond!"
Mr. Zhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "You have lived so long, don't you know how to keep a low profile?"
Mr. Song smiled and said, "I feel uncomfortable if I don't show off in front of you!"
"Ha ha!"
The two old men laughed together. The expression on Mr. Zhu's face suddenly froze, and his head hit the edge of the table with a bang. Mr. Song immediately stopped, stared at Mr. Zhu and said: "Old man Zhu, old man Zhu