The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

The moment when Mr. Liu saw Yanjiu.

His straight back seemed to finally be unable to support it, but there was no need to support it any longer, so he stooped back.

At that moment, Yanjiu experienced concretely what it meant to be in "the dying years"...

Mr. Liu has traveled so much and seen so much of the world, how could he not know the wolfish ambitions of the people in this room.

These people all want to cut the flesh off the Liu family's bodies, and their desires are so ugly that they are too lazy to hide them.

But Mr. Liu knows that a family's luck will eventually come to an end. The Liu family has been glorious for many, many years.

But as the last consciousness of the Liu family, he must not be weak at all and cannot be manipulated by others.

This is the last strength and pride of the Liu family.

Just now, Yaohua promised Mr. Liu that if he donated the Liu family's foundation to Yaohua House, Yaohua could preserve the Liu family.

Does Mr. Liu just think it's ridiculous to allow the Liu family to be controlled by Yaohua Tower? This is simply insulting.

Of course, among all the people, Yaohua is quite upright, discussing with the old man and not hiding his ambition at all.

As for many other people, they are thinking about how to secretly drain the Liu family.

The appearance of Mr. Liu made everyone feel anxious.

However, Mr. Liu took Yanjiu's hand. He reached out and patted the back of Yanjiu's hand:

"I think you have a good face, kid."

Yanjiu didn't want to cause trouble, but at this moment he couldn't bear to withdraw his hand, so Yanjiu smiled:

"I see the old man is also kind."

Mr. Liu patted Yanjiu's shoulder and said with pride in his dull laughter:

"In this case, I will accept you as my godson."

Yanjiu was a little stunned. Many years ago, on the mountainside of a wild mountain somewhere, an old man with half-white hair said the same thing:

"Boy, I will adopt you as my godson."

Before Yan Jiu could say anything, Feng Yang had already started shouting:

"That's not possible. I am Yanjiu's apprentice. You accept him as your grandson. You are too inferior. Are you trying to take advantage of me, you bad old man?"

The voice in the memory is still clear, as if it happened yesterday.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that the old man with half-white hair had already turned gray. It turned out that he had changed his mind a long time ago.

This time Yanjiu also violated the little old man Fengyang's pride about seniority, but bowed respectfully to Mr. Liu:

"Hello, Grandpa Liu."

Mr. Liu knew the weight of the words "Grandpa Liu". It was as if a burden had been lifted from his body and he could finally breathe.

The old man's gray eyes became increasingly cloudy and slightly moist.

His life has been magnificent, brilliant, and loved by everyone. He has grown old, and until today, he is considered complete.

Everyone in the hall was surprised. They also knew what Yanjiu's "Grandpa Liu" meant.

The huge Liu family falls on Yanjiu? Is Mr. Liu really that old and confused?

Yanjiu is so courageous. He dares to covet such a big Liu family. He is really greedy and will suffer backlash.

Malicious glances came from all directions, like nails hammering into Yan Jiu.

But Yanjiu didn't take it seriously. He used to look at Warlock Yan Yang with indifference, but now he looks at him with contempt.

Yaohua smiled faintly and stepped away from Mr. Liu. He didn't force others to do anything.

He just thought it was interesting that Mr. Liu recognized his grandson at this time, which would push Yanjiu into the spotlight.

The honor and disgrace of a family cannot be borne by Yanjiu alone.

Yaohua is somewhat looking forward to the Liu family next. He doesn't mind watching in secret, waiting for the opportunity to take down the Liu family.

At this time, someone in the crowd had already said maliciously:

"Yanjiu, Mr. Liu has accepted you as his grandchild.

Now should you host Liu Jincheng's funeral?

It's not a big deal that the body has always been here. "

This person simply wanted to see Yanjiu make a fool of himself. How could Yanjiu, an illegitimate son, be able to sustain himself?

Maybe he would just huddle next to him like a quail for a while, without even the slightest idea.

This can be regarded as the first lesson for Yanjiu. Not everyone can afford to sit in a high position.

However, Yan Jiu calmly raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who spoke, as if he were scanning a rotting corpse.

Immediately, Yan Jiu walked towards the center of the hall. He looked tired, but when he spoke, he spoke with an undeniable coolness:

“You’re right, you have to conduct the funeral.

Although Mr. Liu was a loose man during his life, he was a kind man and hated evil as much as he hated evil.

What I hate the most is the hypocritical, ugly, and greedy faces of the world.

Therefore, in the last journey of his life, he must really not want to see you.

If you are sensible, please leave on your own. "

Anyone with a brain can tell what Yanjiu means. Some people have already slapped the table and stood up:

"Yanjiu, how old are you to be so shady against us?

Don't think that just because the old man gives you an identity, you can dominate.

Don’t you know your background?

Do you have an idea of ​​how much you weigh?

How dare you pretend to be the boss here. "

As soon as the man finished speaking, a chuckle spread very clearly in the hall.

Shang Jing sat on the chair with a graceful posture and a dangerous smile on his lips. He looked at the speaker with contempt:

"Who are you? I haven't spoken yet, but you keep talking."

With that said, Shang Jing had already stood up. He reached out to brush the dust off his sleeves and casually walked towards the person who insulted Yanjiu:

"If you can't speak, I'll do whatever it takes to help you fix it."

As he said that, when the man didn't see clearly, Shang Jing pulled out a dagger from his sleeve.

The sharp light flashed away, and the dagger slashed from the corner of the man's mouth to his cheek. The skin and flesh were split open, and the gums could be vaguely scratched.

He could no longer open his mouth and could only scream.

Shang Jing looked at his bloody dagger with disgust in his eyes.

But he still raised his head and looked at the other intact face of the man:

"I'm a perfectionist. Your face is asymmetrical. I'll help you fix it here too. Don't be too impressed."

At this time, Yaohua suddenly spoke, and he stopped him with a gentle voice:

"Shang Jing, on such a solemn day as Jincheng's funeral, it's not good for you to be so bloody.

Furthermore, we are all Yan Yang's warlocks. You are all a family behind closed doors, so why should we be so stiff? "

As soon as Yao Hua finished speaking, Yan Jiu sneered. He stepped forward and wiped the blood stains on Shang Jing's dagger with his sleeve.

The dagger was wiped clean. Shang Jing understood what Yanjiu meant by "putting the knife away". He obeyed and put the dagger back, then slowly sat back in the chair.

In Shang Jing's view, the ending is not important, as long as the power is established.

Now he wanted to appreciate Yanjiu's "cold face" even more. He found that Yanjiu looked very good-looking when he was cold.

Yan Jiu, on the other hand, stared at Yao Hua with ridicule, and said mercilessly:

"Young Master Yao, there is no need to be so impatient and try to win over people's hearts at other people's funerals.

I'm curious, are all of you businessmen so greedy? It stands to reason that Yaohua Tower is already extremely powerful.

It's not like he still wants to look at Yan Yang's fat piece. "

Saying that, Yanjiu smiled very wickedly:

"It's okay to keep an eye on Yan Yang, Yaohua Tower. Since ancient times, merchants have made huge profits in business.

I just wonder where Yaohualou wants to go in Yan Yang, and whether Yan Yang will one day follow Yaohualou's surname Yao. "

At this point, Yanjiu stopped talking, and the topic would be taboo.

But Yanjiu has lifted all Yaohua's fig leaves, and there is a hint of madness in his words.