The all-around master of the beautiful president

Chapter 93

This old man is none other than Qing Yongan, the old head of the Qing family who claimed to be dead!

The rest of Ruo Qing's family would be shocked if they were present. If it was Mr. Qing sitting here, then who is that lying in the crystal coffin at this time? !
It's a pity that no one will know, because before he "died", he was the only one who knew about this secret room. Even Qing Fusheng, his own son, only learned that there was such a place in Qing's family an hour before his death. .

Hearing Qing Fusheng's call, Qing Yong'an simply nodded and did not reply.

"Father, I've had a meeting just now. According to what you told me, I've already given all the instructions that should be given." Qing Fusheng paused and continued, "But Father, do I think you're making a fuss over a molehill? If it's just an attack Xu family, you don't need to pretend to be dead."

Qing Yong'an didn't answer his words, but asked instead: "How is Tianzhu's situation?"

"It's still the same." As soon as he mentioned his son, Qing Fusheng's heart ached for a while. He asked his son to find trouble with the Xu family, but he didn't expect the trouble to be found, and he was so frightened that he had a nervous breakdown. The dozen or so masters were all missing, and they said they were dead, but they tried their best, but they couldn't even find a single hair.

This made it impossible for him to implement the strategy he had come up with on the fly.

Leaving aside the relationship between the Xu family and the government, even if the Xu family had nothing to do with it, they didn't have any evidence to sue the other party.

Thinking of this, Qing Fusheng couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "That old guy Xu Zhengxiong's subordinates really don't know what to do. It's fine to kill our people, and even use tricks to make Tianzhu into a fool. I've been looking for a lot these days. Doctors, they all said that they were overly frightened, and they were helpless when they mentioned the treatment plan. Up to now, Tianzhu is still nervous and trembling under the bed, and no one sees him."

"Father, why don't we find a killer to kill that old guy Xu Zhengxiong?"

In fact, this is what Qing Fusheng really wanted to express, those bodyguards died as soon as they died, the worst would be recruiting new soldiers, but he only had one son.

Now that something like this happened, if the old man hadn't stopped him, he would have found someone to do it a long time ago, so he still has to endure and let others do the trick.

Qing Yong'an was silent for a long time, sitting there motionless, while Qing Fusheng didn't dare to speak, so he respectfully stood aside and waited, "The Xu family... I don't think much of it, but you said to find a killer to kill Xu Zhengxiong, if it was in the past, he might have succeeded, after all, no matter how powerful he is, he is old, as for now... no matter how many people you send, or even a single army, it is impossible to hurt Xu Zhengxiong at all!"

"It's not so exaggerated, is it? Father, although Xu Zhengxiong is powerful, he is only limited to the area of ​​Zhongzhou, not to mention a single army, even a special team stationed in our Zhongzhou can kill all of their people, right?" Qing Fusheng Disapprovingly said.

Qing Yongan sighed, "That's because someone told him that no matter how much power he develops, he can't go beyond the boundaries of Zhongzhou. Otherwise, let alone a small Zhongzhou, what's the point of winning the entire Kyushu?"

Although Qing Fusheng did not speak, he did not agree with what his father said.

If the Xu family is really capable, how can they abide by the agreement and stay in this small place of Zhongzhou? To put it bluntly, they are still not capable.

Qing Yong'an didn't speak any more, got up from the stool, walked to a dark corner with a cane.

Hanging in that corner is a black and white group photo, obviously enlarged from an old photo.

You can’t tell the age from the photos, but judging from the buildings behind, it’s either the Republic of China or just after liberation. The background is a dilapidated building complex that looks full of ancient charm. There are also a few chicks that haven't grown up, staggering on the ground looking for food.

In the photo, there are several people like Kazakhstan, ranging from teenagers to young people. The clothes they wear are not gorgeous, and they have the atmosphere of that era, except of course, except for the young man standing in the middle.

The young man was wearing a light-colored gown, and he looked very handsome. There was a bit of playfulness and a bit of indifference in his eyes, but it was more of a sense of no doubt.

When you want to see clearly what this young man looks like, but you can't see clearly. Once your eyes leave the photo, his appearance will become a blurred shadow.

Nearest to this young man, there is a crying boy, and next to the boy, a boy who is slightly older than him is anxiously comforting him.

Looking at this old photo, Qing Yong'an's eyes became more and more complicated, and he even felt a little reddened and ready to cry, but there was also a faint sense of hostility.

At the same time, some pictures that only existed in long-term memory kept appearing in my mind.

Qing Fusheng also knew the existence of this photo. To him, it was an ordinary group photo without any special meaning, but every time his father saw it, he would be touched by the scene, so he knew it must be related to his father.

But from those immature faces, he couldn't tell which one was his father, nor could he imagine under what circumstances his father took the photo.

This time, Qing Fusheng couldn't help it anymore, "Father, what does this photo mean to you? Why do you look at him whenever you have something on your mind? Before you decided to pretend to be dead, you stood in front of this photo for a whole day." One night."

Qing Yong'an didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "How did our Qing family start their business?"

"Relying on my father's cooking skills, and with the support of Xu Zhengxiong, I opened the first restaurant. Later, it became bigger and bigger, and it has occupied the mainstream of Zhongzhou's catering industry for decades. Nowadays, many people still want to try our restaurant. Qing family dishes." Qing Fusheng replied honestly: "More than ten years ago, the old head of the Liu family knelt in front of our house and begged you to accept him as an apprentice. Fang, now the Liu family has become one of the most famous families in Zhongzhou."

"I learned cooking here."

Hearing this, Qing Fusheng frowned and said, "Is this a photo of you as an apprentice? The one in the middle is the teacher?"

Hearing this, Qing Yong'an couldn't help laughing, but his smile was a little desolate, "It's okay if he is my teacher, but unfortunately, I don't have that qualification, nor do I have that blessing."

Master-student, what a wonderful relationship, if it was master-student, Qing Yong'an wouldn't have to take such a big risk today.

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity... It's a pity that he is just his servant, a servant who can't stand up even if he dies!
(End of this chapter)