Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. The laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet courtyard.

Yuan Jun was fiddling with the teacup in his hand with his head down. When he heard Zhong Yuemin's laughter, he suddenly raised his head, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion: "Hey! Yuemin, why are you grinning like an idiot? If you have any good news, tell us and make us laugh!"

Zheng Tong, who was standing aside, rolled his eyes and immediately found an opportunity to stir up trouble. He interrupted with a smile, "Uncle, Aunt Chen, the two of you should stop arguing. Yuemin must have something to say. He's making fun of you!"

After hearing this, Chen Yijun turned her gaze gently to Zhong Yuemin, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes: "Yuemin, why are you laughing? Is there anything wrong with what I said?" Her tone contained the tenderness of a mother-in-law, as well as a hint of inquiry.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and waved his hand, with a sly smile, "No, no, Mom, there's nothing wrong with what you said, your story is wonderful."

"Then what are you laughing at?" Chen Yijun's tone was a little bit angry, and he was obviously puzzled by Zhong Yuemin's reaction.

Zhong Yuemin slowly sat up straight, his eyes sparkling with wisdom, and his signature smile seemed particularly charming at this moment. "Mom, when I heard you two arguing, I suddenly felt that Pan Jinlian should not have opened the window in the first place!"

"Yuemin, your thought jumps too fast, jumping from astronomy and geography directly to "Water Margin"? " Zheng Tong joked, and at the same time gave Zheng Tiancheng and Chen Yijun a wink, indicating that they should continue to cooperate with this sudden "performance".

Yuan Jun scratched his head and approached with a confused look on his face, as if he had encountered an incomprehensible math problem: "Yuemin, your thoughts are jumping too fast, aren't they? Pan Jinlian opening the window, this has nothing to do with the topic just now!"

Zheng Tong was excited, his eyes sparkling with gossip. He patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Yuemin, with your train of thought, it would be a pity if you didn't write a novel! Tell me, what's the mystery behind Pan Jinlian opening the window?"

Chen Yijun's lips curled up in a gentle arc, but his eyes were filled with doubt and inquiry. "Yuemin, you are a child who loves to think wildly. Tell me, how is Pan Jinlian opening the window related to our argument?"

Zhong Yuemin coughed lightly and cleared his throat. He looked serious, as if he was about to reveal a shocking historical secret. He slowly said, "Please listen to me carefully. If Pan Jinlian had not been so curious and had not opened the window of destiny, the series of events that followed would have been completely different from the history we know!"

At this point, Zhong Yuemin paused for a moment, looked around, and continued, seeing that everyone was attracted. "Just think about it, if Pan Jinlian was just Wu Dalang's wife, how could a lustful man like Ximen Qing have the chance to take advantage of her? The answer is obviously no! In this way, Pan Jinlian would always be by Wu Dalang's side, supporting her husband and raising children, and living an ordinary but happy life."

At this time, Yuan Jun, who was listening attentively, couldn't help but interrupt and ask, "What happens next? If Wu Song doesn't go to Liangshan, will everything change afterwards?"

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin slapped his thigh vigorously, his excitement was beyond words, his eyes were shining with excitement, and he responded loudly, "That's right! You know, Wu Song is a top-notch warrior on Liangshan! If he fails to climb Liangshan, wouldn't it be like losing an arm for many heroes on Liangshan? Then, how could Fang La be captured so easily?"

Zhong Yuemin became more and more excited as he spoke, and his tone unconsciously rose a few notes. "Once Fang La succeeded in seizing the Song Dynasty, hehe, history would be completely rewritten! There would be no Jingkang Shame? The barbarians of the Jin army could only stay in the north and continue to be blown by the freezing northwest wind! As for the Qing Dynasty, I'm afraid there would be no trace of it!"

"What will happen if Wu Song goes to Liangshan? It seems that Fang La was not captured alive by Wu Song!" Zheng Tong frowned slightly, with obvious doubt on his face. He obviously had reservations about the inference put forward by Zhong Yuemin.

However, despite this, deep in Zheng Tong's heart, the flame of strong curiosity and desire to explore deeper was burning more and more vigorously.

"Haha... Zheng Tong, you really underestimated those accidental factors in the development of history! If Wu Song had not climbed Liangshan, wouldn't the Liangshan heroes have lost a ferocious tiger? Think about it, if there was no Wu Song, how could Fang La's grandson be captured so easily? If Fang La had taken over the Song Dynasty, wouldn't the subsequent history have been rewritten?" Zhong Yuemin excitedly expressed his views, gesticulating and talking, as if he had really experienced and witnessed that magnificent history personally.

Zheng Tong scratched his head and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, revealing a slightly bitter smile. "Yuemin, your explanation sounds a bit far-fetched. But according to your statement, if Fang La succeeded in seizing the Song Dynasty, then the heartbreaking Jingkang Incident might have been avoided, and the Jin soldiers would naturally have no chance to break through, right?"

"That's right! If the Jin soldiers hadn't entered the pass, Nurhaci of the Qing Dynasty would have had no chance to rise! You know, the development of history is often determined by these seemingly insignificant factors. If there hadn't been interference from the Qing Dynasty, China might have already entered the door to the Industrial Revolution! With our long-standing civilization and wisdom, we can definitely surpass those foreign devils and become the most powerful and prosperous country in the world!"

Zhong Yuemin was talking nonsense in a very serious manner, and his speech was so orderly that it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

Yuan Jun on the side was completely attracted, staring at Zhong Yuemin with his eyes wide open, and kept muttering, "Fuck! Yuemin, you are right! A little Pan Jinlian can actually have such a significant impact on the fate of the entire country? This is incredible!"

Chen Yijun shook his head slightly, with a helpless smile on his lips. He glanced at Zhong Yuemin who was talking nonsense speechlessly, and slowly spoke. "What's right? If Pan Jinlian was determined to be unfaithful, there would be Dongmen Qing or Nanmen Qing even if there was no Ximen Qing. People's hearts are unpredictable. How can the wheel of history change its direction so easily because of the absence of one person?"

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin put down the "Gu Wen Guan Zhi" in his hand and turned his eyes to the window, as if looking for something, but found that Xiao Shihua had quietly slipped out to play. "Mom, you are right. In the long river of history, personal will is often insignificant, and the general trend cannot be easily reversed by human power."

Chen Yijun smiled slightly. "All we can do is to adapt to the times and do our best. As for the outcome, it all depends on God's will."

"Mom, you're right."

At this time, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen outside the gate were still running carefree, as if the whole world belonged to them.

After all the small talk, it's time to get down to business. Zheng Tiancheng gently picked up a bulging, seemingly ordinary fertilizer bag from his side and carefully placed it on the old wooden table. However, this ordinary-looking bag actually hides a lot of treasures!

"Yuemin, these are all some new things I received recently. Come and take a look and see if there is anything that catches your eye." Zheng Tiancheng looked at Zhong Yuemin expectantly, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Zhong Yuemin, however, looked indifferent, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't look at it anymore! I'm numb to these antiques now! My basement is almost full of all kinds of things! Over the years, I have collected more and more things. I only know that they are all good things, but if you ask me what is good about them, I really can't tell you one, two, three, four."

Zheng Tiancheng seemed unaffected by Zhong Yuemin's words. He picked up a piece of exquisite porcelain and rubbed it slowly, unable to help but sigh. "Speaking of private collections, looking at the entire capital, or even the whole country, I'm afraid no one can compare with you! Your collection is really dazzling and overwhelming!"

"Hehe...it's all luck."

At this moment, Chen Yijun, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly interrupted and said, "Speaking of luck, Yuemin can be said to be the undisputed number one! He is obviously a layman who knows nothing about antiques, but he can collect so many good things. God really favors him!"

"I don't think there are many. Museums are more common," Zhong Yuemin thought that the more the better. Although he had no plans to open a museum, it would be great to buy a big villa with several floors in the future to show off.

Hearing this, Chen Yijun glanced at Zhong Yuemin speechlessly and couldn't help but say, "You just want more. To me, the key to things is quality, not quantity. Even if there are only a few truly rare and exquisite items, they are much more valuable than a bunch of mediocre items."

"Yes, yes, Mom. I still have to rely on you."

"You...."

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the atmosphere in the capital becomes more and more festive. Red lanterns are hung on both sides of the streets and every household is busy preparing for the New Year, creating an atmosphere of joy and happiness.

Zhong Yuemin also became busier at this time. Various affairs came one after another, leaving him with almost no chance to breathe.

Yu Guodong, Li Wenbo and Takehara Masaki have already arrived in Beijing and are staying at the Jianguo Hotel. They have been busy with receptions and negotiations with various government departments over the past two days and have not had time to visit Zhong Yuemin.

At the same time, Ermaozi and Houerpu also returned to Beijing. They were equally busy, running around all day long. But once they had some free time, they could not wait to come to Zhong Yuemin and report to him about the latest situation.

Ermaozi handed Zhong Yuemin a document, his face filled with pride. "Yuemin, this is the project I'm responsible for, take a look."

Zhong Yuemin took the document, opened it, and couldn't help laughing. "Ermaozi is great! He has started to do real estate. This project looks good and has potential."

Ermaozi chuckled and scratched his head. "Hehe... I'm not good at other things, but I think this is good. Real estate is booming right now, so I thought I'd give it a try. I didn't expect it to be so successful."

Zhong Yuemin nodded and praised. "You have vision and courage. However, the real estate industry is a complicated business, so you have to be careful."

Ermaozi nodded repeatedly, indicating that he would be careful and cautious. Then, he introduced the specific situation of the project in detail, including the geographical location, market positioning, sales strategy, etc.

Zhong Yuemin listened with great interest and asked some questions from time to time, which Ermaozi answered one by one.

Hou'erbutt watched Ermaozi and Zhong Yuemin talking from the side, feeling anxious as if being scratched by a cat, but he couldn't say a word.

After waiting for Ermaozi to finish his lengthy report, he jumped up from his chair as if his butt was on fire and said impatiently, "Yuemin, Takehara Masaki came all the way to Beijing this time, saying that he wanted to discuss the B round of financing with you."

Zhong Yuemin picked up the teacup calmly, sniffed the tea first, and then took a sip carefully. He raised his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and responded casually, "Oh? This is a good thing! The chess game we have carefully arranged for so many years has finally come to fruition."

Upon hearing this, Hou'erbutt, who was standing nearby, was stunned on the spot. It was obvious that he had not expected that Zhong Yuemin could behave so calmly.

Zhong Yuemin paid no attention to Hou'erbutt's surprised look, and continued to order, "Listen carefully, both of you. Find a way to spread the following news."

"What news?"

"A Japanese real estate company is going to conduct a Series B round of financing. Is there anyone who wants to participate?"

"Ah? Yuemin, why..." Just as Hou'erbutt opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Zhong Yuemin.

"If a company wants to go public, it needs a certain number of shareholders. Since we have to sell shares anyway, it doesn't matter who we sell them to."

Hou Erfu and Ermaozi looked at each other and suddenly understood. "I understand!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at them and continued, "However, this news must be spread just right, neither too ostentatious nor too low-key. You have to strike a good balance so that those who are interested can find us smoothly."

Both of them nodded seriously, indicating that they would definitely follow Zhong Yuemin's instructions.