The gun in Mr. Zhu's hand was thrown towards Zhu Kunyu, with a clanking sound, and landed in front of Zhu Kunyu. The expression on Zhu Kunyu's face trembled, and his hands were also shaking. He grabbed the gun on the ground and looked at Zhu Kunyu with tears in his eyes.
The old man said, "Father, my... son can no longer fulfill his filial piety. If he is to be a cow or a horse in the next life, he is also willing to repay your kindness in raising and teaching him. Kunyu has taken the first step."
His hand was trembling, but the expression on Zhu Kunyu's face was extremely determined. He pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temple, and after hesitating for a moment, he pulled the trigger hard with his index finger.
despair……
The gun didn't go off. Zhu Kunyu closed his eyes tightly at this moment, with a fearful and ferocious expression on his face. His hand stopped for a moment, but he didn't seem to give up on suicide. He pressed his index finger hard again, but the gun still didn't go off.
Ta-ta-ta...
Zhu Kunyu pulled the button three more times, but the gunshot never sounded. He opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhu in disbelief, "Father, this..."
Mr. Zhu laughed, a smile from the heart, which seemed particularly kind, "Since you have made up your mind to die, it proves that you really know that you are wrong. Although your motives are bad, fortunately they are not bad.
Whatever happened, as long as you are willing to sincerely repent, we will still be a family after all."
The tears on Zhu Kunyu's face became more intense. It seemed that he had never shed so many tears in his life. He hit his forehead on the ground again, tears falling, and he said with regret: "But Jingyao is probably in serious danger."
Young Master, even if you forgive me, father, Kunzi will not forgive me. Even if Kunzi is willing to forgive me, I will not be able to get over this hurdle in my heart."
Zhu Laodao: "Don't think too much about it. A child as smart as Jingyao will be fine. Kunzi has come back. The dispute between us and the Mao family, the grievances for so many years, should be settled this time."
It’s over.”
Zhu Kunyu stopped crying, raised his head and looked at Mr. Zhu, with a surprised smile on his face, "Father, are you saying that nothing happened to Jingyao? That's great!"
Zhu Laodao: "It's getting late. You should go back first. Now Kunzi is the head of the family. As for your family's return, you'd better discuss it with him. Your three children must be well educated. If they commit any harmful acts again,
If the family interests are at fault, the door of the Zhu family will be completely closed."
Zhu Kunyu immediately said: "Father, don't worry, I will strictly discipline them after I return. If they dare to be enemies with Kunzi again and do things that are harmful to the interests of the family, I will break their legs first."
…
When the sun shines all over the earth, the Imperial City of Yanjing is a bustling scene. People are going to work, going to school, and a group of old men and women are playing Tai Chi in the open space outside, making it a lively scene.
This is a city full of vitality and future. Over the past few decades of reform and opening up, it has become a world-class metropolis. The Chinese people are using hard work and wisdom to prove to the world that we are heading towards the world as a nation.
The courtyard of the Mao family is as peaceful and prosperous as ever. The old man of the Mao family has a luxurious character. When he was still young, he was the eldest son of a wealthy family. He was particular about every aspect of his daily life. After he became the head of the family, he became even more luxurious.
Luxury may be a waste for ordinary rich people, but for Mr. Mao, it is just a normal way of life. If a huge family business can be ruined just because of luxury, then his Mao family is not the top big business in China.
It's family.
Mr. Mao's butler was standing beside him respectfully. Mr. Mao finished teasing the birds, turned his back to the butler and said, "What's going on with that boy from Yongkang? Didn't he say he wanted to give me a surprise today? Where is he?"
Mr. Mao still likes his little son very much. Although he does things a little recklessly, it is still because he is young. With a little training, he believes that his little son, even if he cannot be the head of the Mao family, will at least be the head of the Mao family in the future.
can make one
He is a minister of the Mao family. As for the other sons, Mr. Mao has his own thoughts, but he does not express them. At present, Mao Yongkang's six brothers are all engaged in business in the family, and only Mao Yongkang is the one.
Hanging out all day and night causing trouble.
Regarding Mao Yongkang's behavior, several other sons of Mr. Mao have also suggested that their father can restrain the seventh brother, otherwise something will happen sooner or later. Mr. Mao promised to discipline him, but he was so domineering and arrogant about Mao Yongkang.
But it is
Turning a blind eye, his other sons are too disciplined in doing things, and what Mr. Mao dislikes the most in his life is rules. In other words, if a man has no personality when he is young, how can he be expected to be better when he is old?
Different?
The housekeeper said respectfully: "I'll call the seventh young master and ask him to come over quickly."
Mr. Mao said with a smile: "You can call me, just push him. I know this guy's character and temper. We all got up at this time, and he should still be in bed. He may not have gone to drink last night."
The housekeeper said: "Master, I have something to say..."
The housekeeper hesitated, and Mr. Mao said with a smile: "While I'm in a good mood, I can say whatever I want. After passing this village, I can't find this store."
Mr. Mao was indeed in a good mood. His proudest grandson, Mao Huajun, showed him something different after returning to China this time, which gave him hope. Your Zhu family has Lin Kun who can inherit the family business, and neither does my Mao family.
Difference.
Furthermore, his youngest son Mao Yongkang, who has always been in his heart, seemed to indicate that he would not mind partnering with his nephew Mao Huajun in the future when they were on the phone the day before yesterday.
The housekeeper smiled and said, "Sir, have you ever thought about it, if the seventh young master continues to behave like this, it will affect his reputation."
Mr. Mao smiled and said: "I know, but reputation and things are always reserved for the weak. It makes no sense for the real strong to care."
The housekeeper wanted to say something else, but there was no chance. A young man who was in charge of the front yard ran over quickly. He ran so fast that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. After he staggered over, he was still out of breath.
Then, I reported to Mr. Mao: "Master, something happened."
Mr. Mao looked unhappy, glared at the manager and said: "You are so frivolous. Didn't I tell you that to work in my Zhu family, you must have one thing, which is excellent psychological quality, even if the sky falls
Even after you come down, you have to be unfazed by favors and humiliations. Look how decent you are." (10)
"Master, something really big has happened. It's the Seventh Young Master. The Seventh Young Master..."
"Lao Qi?"
"The seventh young master has been carried back. The person who came is Lin Kun, the young master of the Zhu family."
"Lin Kun!?" (Zero One)
Mr. Mao had an extremely bad premonition in his chest and said loudly: "What does he have to do with my son? My Zhu family never said that we would welcome him."
The steward said: "I don't know the details, but the young master of the Zhu family asked me to inform the master that there is something I want to discuss with him on how to solve it."
Before Mr. Mao could speak, the personal butler on the side said: "Who is Lin Kun? Our Mao family can come at his request. Go and chase them away immediately. How is the situation of the seventh young master? Hurry and confirm."
, if there is any accident or mishap, you won’t be able to live without it.”
The person in charge of the front yard did not look at the personal butler who was talking, but looked at Mr. Mao. The expression on Mr. Mao's face was very anxious, "What happened to Xiao Qi?" (To be continued)