Ye Bei had lived for too long.
He had seen many people and many things.
He knew people's hearts better...
When the benefits were sufficient, the lay people could do everything.
Master and servant betrayed.
Father and son kill each other.
The husband and wife separated...
What he said just now was just a casual emotion, but he did not expect that it caused such a big reaction from these servants. However, when he saw these people kneeling on the ground, Ye Bei didn't say much, just quietly talking to these people. He swept over their bodies one by one.
His gazes were random.
But those people who were kneeling on the ground were sweating coldly.
...
At this moment, under the Kunlun Mountain.
In the very center of Q City, there was a huge manor with an area of at least 750,000 square meters, which was the same as the palace of a former dynasty.
There was greenery here.
There were odd-shaped rocks and a giant swimming pool.
There were thousands of years old cedar trees!
The manor was full of modern and ancient Chinese architectural styles, which looked extremely gorgeous and elegant.
This manor named Three-Legged Dragon Manor, it was the headquarters of the Zhao Family in China.
In Q City, even the mayor would not be eligible to enter without the approval of the Zhao Family.
However, at this time, the atmosphere in the manor was quite strange.
The manor had a large conference room, covered an area of 2,000 square meters. On the walls, there were expensive calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere, just a pair of them worth more than ten million.
On the ground, there were ancient porcelains, each of which could be called a national treasure.
Even the carpets here were custom made by LV. At each meeting, it would be replaced with the latest model.
In this conference room, there were two rows of chairs with a total of 102 seats. Each chair was made of high-quality yellow rosewood. It was even more carefully crafted by craftsmen. You can take out one at random and it could be regarded as a priceless artwork.
Today, all the chairs in this conference room were full of people. But no one spoke.
Even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard as well.
On the main seat sat a middle-aged man.
His hair was gray, he wore a white shirt, a golden tie, and a pair of gold-framed glasses.
He looked very majestic and cold.
When his gaze fell randomly on a certain person, that person could not help but bowed his head and dared not speak.
This man was Zhao Kun's biological father, Zhao Changcun!
Click...
His fingers lightly tapped the conference table, making a clicking sound.
After a long time, Zhao Changcun spoke and broke the silence, with a bit of cold killing intent in his voice, "Old Master left yesterday, everyone knows that the rise of our Zhao family is closely related to the elder of Kunlun Mountain, so after the Old Master left, he went to Kunlun Mountain to take Old Wang down the mountain, and use the strength of the Zhao family to provide for him... However, because the Old Master left, Old Wang turned his face and refused to recognize others, not only rejected the kindness of our Zhao Family but he also severely injured Kun'er, he is still unconscious and even killed the bodyguards cruelly..."
When talking about this, Zhao Changcun still showed a distressed and indignant look.
"Kun'er is right! The fault is with us... Old Master is gone, some people think that our Zhao Family has collapsed, and even Old Wang directly refused to associate with us again. I think everyone knows the situation we are facing now. Right?" The sound just fell.
In the conference room, someone finally jumped up to take the call.
Zhao Kun's cousin, Zhao Jing, was very imposing, "Yes, the uncle is right! The Old Immortal in Kunlun Mountain, he's really shameless. He really thought that just because he had given the Zhao Family some help, so he could stand high? This time, he even hurt little brother Kun, this has already shown that he's breaking the relationship with our Zhao Family, so we need not give him face anymore… Grandpa is no longer here, our Zhao Family should unite and prove it to everyone that we don't need anyone's help."
The chatterbox opened, and the strange atmosphere quietly dissipated in the meeting room.
People in the Zhao family, under the deliberate guidance of Zhao Changcun, began to express their opinions.
"According to me, that shit Old Immortal is just bullshit. It's the 21st century, and everyone believes in science. How can there be any shit ghosts? That old thing is so self-righteous that he really considers himself the number one person."
"He's shameless to act on a junior."
"Yeah, it's fine that he took action, but he even threatened that Zhao Kun humiliated him. As far as I know, Zhao Kun is very polite on weekdays... what the hell is wrong with that old man?"
"I know, it's because Old Master is gone; he doesn't take us seriously at all."
"Hey, I think it's totally possible to find someone to assassinate him. The Old Immortal has always lived deep in Kunlun Mountain. On weekdays, only a few special police officers protect him. It is too easy to kill him!"
The vast majority of Zhao Family members said coldly.
Zhao Changcun just listened silently to these voices... His eyes were faint.
After a long time, when the anger of these people reached the climax, he spoke...
"Everyone be quiet!" When the meeting room resumes quietness he continued, "After Kun'er has been there, the news has spread. Now, Kunlun Mountain has been blocked, and many big people have gone to meet Old Wang... Next, the department all of you are responsible for is likely to face various blows. Please don't be nervous and work hard to hold on... In the future, we will still have the opportunity to retaliate! Our Zhao family is engaged in the real estate industry. During the period of rapid economic development, our output value will never be shaken in the slightest!"
"Yes, uncle!"
"Yes!"
"Don't worry, we are still young, but how long can that old thing live?"
"I will definitely avenge Zhao Kun."
The seniors of the Zhao family were full of confidence.
About an hour later...
This meeting was over.
After the meeting, Zhao Changcun came to the manor alone and went inside a safe house.
Only Zhao Bingsheng knew about this place, the living facilities there were complete, an ordinary could live in it safe and sound for at least three months.
When Zhao Changcun entered this safe house.
Inside...
On the white sofa, an old man with white hair, wearing a golden yellow coat with a leading cane.
The old man did not release the slightest momentum.
He looked like an ordinary old man...
His face was full of wrinkles and furrows as if he was a lamp that would go out at any time.
However, if one looked carefully, that person will find that his eyes were full of wisdom as if everything had been seen thoroughly by him, and the aging face also revealed a trace of vitality.
Zhao Changcun came in here and closed the door.
When standing in front of the old man, he bent slightly, his eyes were all respectful, and he reported in a deep voice, "Old Master, your guess is correct. After Kun'er was sent to the hospital, nine families went to Kunlun Mountain..."
He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever.
After the Zhao Family meeting broke up, everyone moved quickly.
Suddenly, the entire Q city was filled with a feeling that the mountains and the rain were coming.
Under the Kunlun Mountain, there were even more strange faces.
However, at this moment, the Three-Legged Dragon Manor, the secret safe house, was extremely silent, and even the air was somewhat cold.
"En." After listening to Zhao Changcun's first sentence, after a long time, the white-haired old man nodded gently in response.
And this old man was exactly Zhao Bingsheng who was rumored to have died yesterday.
"Father, I also held a family meeting just now and told them about the general situation. Now everyone has enough confidence, but this time, is it a little fuss?"
After Zhao Bingsheng answered, Zhao Changcun continued to say the next sentence.
"Is Kun'er okay? Besides, the bodyguard who went with him to Kunlun Mountain can't even see the body?" Zhao Bingsheng's voice was faint. After looking at Zhao Changcun, he did not answer his question but asked quietly.
Speaking of Zhao Kun, Zhao Changcun was immediately full of anger, and gritted his teeth, "The old thing, he acted too heavy, I don't know what method was used to cause Kun'er's spirit to have a big problem, I still can't answer it."
Zhao Bingsheng listened, his eyes narrowed slightly.
After thinking about it for ten minutes, he opened his eyes, "Changcun... Do you know why I gave you this name?"
"Father, you said before that you hope that our Zhao family will survive forever and that we will be rich from generation to generation, and will no longer serve as slaves to anyone. This is something that we will never forget!" (A/N: Changcun means forever.)
Hu!
Zhao Bingsheng slowly stood up from the sofa.
He took a deep breath.
With his cane, he walked to a wall of the safe house, turned his back to Zhao Changcun, and fell silent again.
On this wall, there was a portrait...
In the painting, it was China in the feudal period. Inside, there were three or two dilapidated earthen houses standing tall, with a few chickens fighting for food, a few crooked mulberry trees, and several gorgeously dressed people.
And in front of the mud house in the middle, a four or five-year-old boy, in ragged clothes, looked miserable, his eyes were full of tears, and he was holding an empty bowl with a broken corner in his hand, begging for food.
This picture was huge.
Every character in it was vivid.
The indifference and the mocking gaze of a gorgeously dressed person...
The boy's desperate look.
The chicks who were competing for millet and cheering!
Zhao Bingsheng just watched quietly.
Inside those deep eyes, there was a slight redness, full of vicissitudes and coldness.
Behind, Zhao Changcun stood respectfully, filled with doubts.
From his point of view... the painting on the wall had absolutely no artistic value at all. On the contrary, it exuded tacky and inferiority. He could not figure out why his old man always liked to stare at the painting, and It took hours to watch.
This time, Zhao Changcun finally made up his mind.
"Father, what does this painting mean? I have never understood how special it is!"
The voice fell.
In the safe room, it became more silent.
Zhao Bingsheng did not answer.
But the memories of the past were constantly surging in his heart...
Lonely, helpless, cold!
As if the whole world abandoned him...
Fortunately, he met Ye Bei, and after being selected, he gained wealth.
Relying on his own efforts, he climbed up crazily...
He had been a slave enough.
He never wanted to return to the tragic life he once had.
He was even scared that one day when Ye Bei came back, he would deprive him of all the wealth he created, he was afraid of losing everything.
He was not reconciled!
He felt that he could have today, it was all his own efforts...The wealth at the beginning was not worth mentioning now.
And so...
He was wearing a golden yellow gown that only the emperor could wear in ancient times. Even in it, there were countless specially treated soft gold threads. In the safe room, there was a painting like this...
He knew that he had done so would make him unable to face Ye Bei.
Therefore, he chose to play dead...
If it really failed this time... from now on, there would be no such person as Zhao Bingsheng in this world!
"Sigh!" For a long time, Zhao Bingsheng sighed lightly, "I hope everything goes well this time, and I also hope that my decision is correct. Eighty years have passed, maybe that person will never come back..."
From the rear, Zhao Changcun became more puzzled.
Eighty years?
That person? Who is it?
For someone that could make his old man so careful, he was afraid that that 'someone' should be very powerful, right?
However, Zhao Bingsheng did not give him the opportunity to think and ask questions.
After saying this, he slowly turned around, his eyes turned red, and there was even a lot of mist in the corners of his eyes, "Changcun! Contact Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan immediately, let them come to the Three-Legged Dragon Manor, besides, let the news of my death to be made in public directly, let it run wild, it is best to let everyone in the world know... Don't worry about the operation of the family." His voice changed from hoarse to extremely crisp, and finally full of determination.
He had cultivated a stand-in for many years, and for this goal, he could die a worthy death.
"Yes, Old Master!" Even though Zhao Changcun had countless doubts and puzzles in his heart, he did not dare to ask anymore.
Knowing that Zhao Bingsheng had made up his mind, he immediately reverently withdrew from the safe house... but at this moment, these two people did not realize how naive it was for them to use these so-called tactics and the so-called methods against Ye Bei.
...
Kunlun Mountain, in the Longevity Temple.
Ye Bei stood up.
Wearing a gown, there was no wind and no dust.
The long black hair hanging from his back.
That stalwart and perfect body.
That exquisite face and the jade-like skin were all enviable.
A life that won't die…
A life that won't grow old…
Immortality…
Have the ability to transcend cognition.
Can control everything!
Ye Bei looked like this now, and it was not known how many being dreamt of becoming like him.
Unfortunately, those lay people, perhaps most of them could not understand.
The so-called eternal life, for some people, might not be a gift from heaven, but a curse!
Ye Bei's face was indifferent, without any expression, those deep and vicissitudes of eyes swept over the old people in the lobby one by one.
These old people, when Ye Bei's gaze swept across, they seemed to be trembling with thorns on their backs, not daring to look up.
Ye Bei looked away.
With his hands on his back, he walked to the entrance of the lobby.
Looking at Ah Huang's tombstone in the courtyard, he seemed to have feelings.
After a long time, Ye Bei let out a voice, his voice was very soft as if he was muttering to himself, "You guys, are you so afraid of me?"
The voice fell.
In the lobby, the old people were all panicked, like little children when their teacher threw them a tough question and waiting for the teacher to pick one of them to answer.
Habits are cobwebs at first; cables at last.
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