Archived Financial Talent

Chapter 503 Penguin's Trust Crisis

Kyoto, Zhao family.

The old man of the Zhao family stood alone in the study room in a daze, holding a Langhao brush in his right hand, the tip of which had been dipped in ink, but looking at the snow-white rice paper on Huanghuali's desk, the old man couldn't do anything about it.

When a bean-sized drop of ink on the brush fell on the rice paper and instantly turned into a black spot, Zhao Chong sighed heavily, with a lonely expression on his face, and put the brush in his hand on the pen stand superior.

"Dad, something happened."

At this time, Zhao Long pushed open the door of the study and rushed in anxiously. He accidentally tripped over the threshold, and staggered to Zhao Chong's side.

"Dad, something serious happened, Zhao Hu."

Zhao Chong turned his head to look at the elder son standing beside him panting heavily, and said flatly, "I already know about Zhao Hu."

Zhao Long's eyes widened slightly when he heard Zhao Chong's words. He didn't expect his father to know about this matter, but why did the old man still feel like staying in the study after knowing about it, and now there is already a commotion outside.

"Look at this." Zhao Chong moved his body towards the outside of the desk, exposed the rice paper on the desk, and asked Zhao Long if he saw anything.

Zhao Long didn't understand what his father meant by this for a while, but he heard his father said so, there must be his intentions, so although Zhao Long was very anxious to know what his father would do next, But now I can only gather my mind and look at the piece of rice paper on the table, but I can't see anything except a big black spot on the rice paper.

"Dad, are you talking about that black spot?" Zhao Long's eyes carefully looked at the rice paper for several minutes, and finally he asked Zhao Chong next to him with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

At this time, he was really confused. Now the Zhao family is in a mess, but his father still has the leisure to pull him here to look at a painting with only black spots, or a painting with black dots. Paper.

"Did you just see the black dot?" Zhao Chong slowly picked up the rice paper on the table, and raised it to the height of his eyebrows.

"Don't you see a great white beyond this black dot?"

"Dad, don't play charades with me. Just say what you have to say." Zhao Long listened to what his father was saying from heaven, his eyes showed a look of anxiety, what time is it now, Still playing charades.

Hearing Zhao Long's words, Zhao Chong slowly put down the rice paper in his hand, picked up the gold-embellished crutch beside the desk, and then walked to the chair next to him and sat down. Next, then looked at Zhao Chong, waiting for his next words.

Zhao Chong said: "The current situation of the Zhao family is like the black dot on that piece of paper. When everyone looks at it, they are involuntarily attracted by the black dot, so they don't see anything other than the black dot. .”

"So if we want to break this game, we need to take everyone's attention away from that black spot, so that we have the opportunity to do other things."

After Zhao Long listened to Zhao Chong's words, his brows immediately lit up with joy. Why didn't he think of it himself?

Zhao Chong also noticed the happy look on Zhao Long's face next to him, and poured cold water on him: "Although we have a way to divert the eyes of those outside from the black spots, once our Zhao family's financial problem is still unresolved, The end result is the same."

Hearing these words, Zhao Long showed a dejected look on his face again, he didn't expect that it would still be like this after going around.

Seeing Zhao Long's reaction, Zhao Chong immediately became a little angry. He raised the crutch in his hand high and made a gesture to hit him, but when he saw Zhao Long put his head in his hands but didn't get up to hide, his heart softened again, and finally With a deep sigh, he slowly put down the crutch in his hand.

Zhao Long felt that there was no pain for a long time, slowly let go of his hands on his head, secretly looked at Zhao Chong beside him, saw the sighing expression of the other party, and thought it was caused by his actions just now. The old man was disappointed, and his heart was full of remorse.

"You can contact this person later. He is the director of the credit department of a bank. According to the reason, he should be able to help us."

Zhao Chong took out a business card from his jacket pocket, and put it on the table.

Hearing Zhao Chong's words, Zhao Long quickly lowered his head to look, only to find that the other party was actually a person from the Jingdu Bank. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Chong in surprise. Why didn't he know when his father still knew the people from the Jingdu Bank? .

However, Zhao Long saw the expression on his father's face, so he knew that it was not suitable for him to continue asking these questions. He quickly picked up the business card on the table, stood up and said goodbye to Zhao Chong, and hurriedly left the study room, leaving Zhao Chong alone. People in the room kept sighing.

After Zhao Long left the study, Zhao Chong didn't have the mood to continue writing. He, in the final analysis, the current situation of the Zhao family is mostly self-inflicted.

Zhao Chong was always thinking at this time, if he hadn't opposed Lin Feng back then, would the current Zhao family still be the most famous family in Kyoto.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and the Zhao family is like the sun setting in the west, and may disappear on the sea level in the sky at any time.

But the sun is going down, and there is still time to rise, the Zhao family has gone down, is there still a chance to get up?
Thinking of this, Zhao Chong felt that he was right to let his grandson Zhao Jun go abroad in advance. In case the Zhao family is really gone one day, if Zhao Jun has the ability, maybe he can make the Zhao family rise again.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chong's weather-beaten muddy eyes shone with a gleam of light. Zhao Jun is the last hope of their Zhao family, and there must be no accidents.

So Zhao Chong quickly took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Jun who was far away in Europe.

"Grandpa, you finally called me."

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhao Jun's excited voice came from the other end.

"Xiao Jun, how are you doing over there?"

When Zhao Chong heard Zhao Jun's words, his eyes revealed a trace of kindness and doting, and his face also carried a trace of pampering. If his two sons were here, they would be surprised by the serious and old-fashioned one in their minds. His father actually showed such a look.

"Xiaojun, promise grandpa one condition, don't come back when you don't have enough strength."

Zhao Jun on the other end of the phone panicked when he heard Zhao Chong's words. He knew his grandfather well, and he would never have said such a thing if it hadn't been for some circumstances.

"Grandpa, did something happen to our Zhao family? Did it happen to Lin Feng?"

Zhao Jun's tone became very restless, and he couldn't even imagine what he would do if the Zhao family collapsed.

(End of this chapter)