I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"call."

Kyoto Hotel.

Zhong Xiaoye stood in front of the window, the sunlight shone on his face, forming a natural sense of layering, half of his face was bright and the other half was dark.

The Cohiba between the fingers burned slowly.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

The doorbell rings.

The bodyguard inside opened the door and the younger brother Xiao walked in. He was still injured and walked slowly.

"Big brother."

Walking behind Zhong Xiaoye, he bowed his head deeply, looking as if he was asking for forgiveness.

"How is your health?"

"I'm fine, I just embarrassed you, big brother."

Little brother Xiao didn't dare to look up.

Zhong Xiaoye, looking down at Chang'an Avenue, took a slow puff of his cigar.

"it's not your fault."

As a big brother, you have to distinguish right from wrong and clearly define rewards and punishments. You can't vent your anger on your younger brothers when something happens, otherwise no one will follow you.

Is there anything wrong with little brother Xiao?

At best, it was just impolite to try to push someone first.

Or again.

Too lazy to be defeated by others in one move?

You can't calculate it that way.

Whether you are useless or not depends on who your opponent is.

If he was beaten up by any random person, he could indeed commit suicide by cutting his stomach, but if he lost to boxing champion Tyson, isn't it natural that he should still be honored in defeat?

"Brother, I..."

Xiao, the younger brother who felt overwhelmed with guilt, fell to his knees with a thud, perhaps half out of emotion and half out of performance.

The eldest brother is very observant, which shows that he understands the big picture. As a younger brother, I have to show some appreciation as well.

Zhong Xiaoye was smoking a cigar, knowing that his younger brother Xiao had knelt down behind him, but he did not let him stand up immediately.

"Do you know who that woman is?"

"Know!"

Xiao, the younger brother who had been lying in bed all day, gritted his teeth and said, "Hu Die!"

Although he was in excruciating pain at the time, he heard these two words too clearly and will never forget them.

"I mean, what's the story?"

"..."

Little brother Xiao's face was ferocious, but there was also a hint of embarrassment on his face. This was the so-called impotent rage.

The name is unforgettable.

But what’s the point of remembering a name!

He knelt on the ground and remained silent.

"I checked the background of that woman."

Hearing this, Xiao, the younger brother, suddenly looked up and said, "Brother!"

Zhong Xiaoye looked indifferent. He took a puff of his cigar and looked at the magnificent yet quiet First Street of China.

"It's such a coincidence that she is Fang Jun's woman."

It’s really realistic.

He refused to meet me and immediately called me by my first name.

"Fang family?"

The younger brother Xiao was surprised, and then suddenly realized that the cruelty had not subsided, "No wonder!"

Zhong Xiaoye exhaled a puff of smoke, exuding a strong aura.

He is worthy of being the King of Haojiang Hall. Even if he is blocked, he can still find out the identity and background of his opponent so efficiently. He has some magical powers, but they are not sufficient.

As the saying goes.

Behind a strong woman, there is often more than one man.

However, we cannot be too harsh on King Zhongting. After all, this is not his own territory, and Hu Die has always been a person who lives in the shadows. It is not easy for her to find out this level.

"What do you think we should do?"

As the eldest brother, he should ask the younger brother what he thinks when the younger brother has been wronged, and there is nothing wrong with that. However, how could Xiao, the younger brother, dare to say anything nonsense at this time.

Even though he wanted to chop that bitch into pieces! Kill her first and then kill her! But the two words "Fang family" were like a mountain, pressing him down so hard that he couldn't open his mouth.

Although old man Fang is dead, the Fang family is still a superior sect and cannot be challenged by ordinary people.

"Brother, it's just a misunderstanding, forget it."

The elder brother respects the younger brother, and the younger brother also understands the elder brother.

The younger brother Xiao judged the situation and chose to endure the humiliation and take the initiative to play the leading role, giving the elder brother a perfect way out. However, King Zhongting did not seem to intend to accept the younger brother's kindness.

Beating the dog is actually beating the owner.

It’s not some profound truth.

Although it was his younger brother Xiao who was beaten, it was Zhong Xiaoye's face that fell to the ground.

In addition, the previous attempt to ask someone to connect him was directly rejected by Fang Jun. With new grudges and old grievances, Zhong Xiaoye raised his hand, and the cigar between his fingers burned even more vigorously.

Each one costs nearly one hundred US dollars, and what is burned is not money, but banknotes.

"Do you think we should forget it?"

Hearing this, the younger brother Xiao, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned at first, looking at his elder brother's back in disbelief, and then uncontrollable excitement flashed in his eyes.

As a confidant, he could certainly understand the meaning of his elder brother's words. How could he not want to take revenge and redeem himself?

——To achieve great things, one must not be fussy about small details.

"Brother, I'm fine now. It's not worth it to get into trouble with the Fang family over such a small matter."

Take a look.

There is a reason why he was able to stand out among thousands of henchmen and become a confidant. His words were so beautiful that he praised Zhong Xiaoye to such a high position that he was willing to offend the powerful and wealthy and stand up for his younger brother.

Actually, there is no need for him to say anything.

Of course, it is not worth it to fight against a sect like the Fang family just for one subordinate, but is Zhong Xiaoye doing this for others?

Fang Jun's contempt.

His men were beaten openly.

Plus the phone was blocked.

Everything is done step by step to ignite the fire in your heart.

The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease.

No matter how cunning a person is, when things are going well for him, his tolerance for setbacks will drop significantly. This is human nature.

When you are a dog, it doesn’t matter if others treat you as a dog. But when you are sitting at the table to eat and others are still treating you as a dog, then it is really unbearable.

of course.

Whether or not they have really evolved to the point where they can sit at the table for meals is not something that needs to be fussed over.

There are no facts in this world, only perceptions.

I don't care what you think, I only care what I think. The bodyguard brought an ashtray.

Zhong Xiaoye put out the cigar.

"stand up."

The younger brother hesitated in a serious manner, then supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up.

"Are you afraid of the Fang family?"

Hearing this, the younger brother Xiao, who had not yet stood up straight, almost wanted to fall to his knees again.

Afraid?

Of course afraid.

How about trying an ordinary woman?

But sometimes we cannot tell the truth, otherwise we will only boost others' morale and destroy our own prestige.

"have a look."

There was a reason for asking him to stand up. The younger brother Xiao followed his elder brother's instructions and looked out the window.

"At this very moment, many people are having a meeting in the meeting hall over there. The Fang family should be there too, and the fourth young lady should be there too. Why aren't we here?"

Little brother Xiao's heart was beating faster and faster, and he didn't dare to speak at all.

"Because we are commoners. Because we were born into poor families. It's as simple as that."

Zhong Xiaoye said calmly: "No matter how hard we work, no matter how successful we are, no matter how much we contribute to economic development, the people sitting there will never look us in the face, because in their eyes, we are like ancient slaves with words engraved on our faces that cannot be washed off or wiped clean."

Little brother Xiao Qing couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes trembled, and a flame of unwillingness flashed across his face.

"Why."

"Yeah, why."

Zhong Xiaoye nodded, "Why can they just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor? Why are they born high and mighty? Why can they trample on the dignity of others at will?"

If someone recorded his words and posted them online, then Wang Zhongting would probably become a hero in the eyes of netizens.

So it is not advisable to take things out of context.

The younger brother Xiao naturally did not like to follow the trend like the netizens who lacked independent thinking ability. After a brief period of enthusiasm, he quickly calmed down and began to ponder his elder brother's intentions.

Although he felt that the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, it was obvious that the eldest brother had made up his mind. Since the eldest brother was determined to help him "get justice", as a victim, was there any need for him to say anything?

There's not much to say!

"Please give your orders, big brother."

The younger brother Xiao had a sinister look in his eyes, and his face showed a ferociousness that made people's heart tremble. "I will do whatever Big Brother says!"

"Fang Jun has already left and went to Sichuan."

We got quite a lot of information.

No wonder he is so brave, it’s not all impulsive.

Now that Fang Jun is gone, the Fang family shouldn't care much about a nameless and unnamed woman.

I am Xiao, the evil brother, waiting for the next words.

"Find that woman and teach her a lesson."

"Yes!"

The younger brother Xiao turned around decisively, walked quickly outside, and suddenly his legs and feet became nimble again.

The bodyguard opened the door.

The younger brother Xiao, who was determined to take revenge, walked out.

Zhong Xiaoye never looked back from beginning to end. He faced the window, and his back looked quite unfathomable and majestic.

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?

What's wrong with being a poor child? Why does he have to come into contact with these self-important so-called aristocrats?

The old era is gone, and today’s era is all about money and dollars!

The straight-line distance to Kyoto Hotel is less than one kilometer.

The meeting that King Zhongting mentioned has just ended.

The long-awaited reporters randomly selected their interview targets.

In fact, one thing Zhong Xiaoye said was not accurate. Not all those attending the meeting were nobles. On the high steps, Boss Jiang also walked out of the auditorium.

Like Zhong Xiaoye, Boss Jiang is an out-and-out commoner with no connection to the nobility. Even his ancestors for eighteen generations ago may have been the same. After all, in the five thousand years of history, there seems to have never been an emperor with the surname Jiang.

of course.

It was also Boss Jiang’s first time for a young lady to get into a bridal sedan, so she just acted as a spectator throughout the whole process and was responsible for clapping. It didn’t matter, as participation was what was important.

Princess Cao also came, but there were too many people attending the meeting, and the two of them were not seated together. Boss Jiang went down the stairs alone and did not intend to wait. After all, there were authoritative official media below, and he might be captured by the camera.

It doesn't matter if you are together day and night.

"Ms. He, this is your first time to attend a meeting in Beijing, right? I wonder what your true feelings are. Can you tell us about them?"

As a representative of the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong, Miss He, who attended the event on behalf of the He family for the first time, was unsurprisingly caught by reporters.

The camera focused on the exotic face with the magnificent hall as the background, which became the most moving scenery in the square.

To know.

The shots here are not beautified.

But true beauty never needs filters.

Although, like someone else, this was also the first time in her life, He Yihui had been in the family power center for quite some time after all. She was no longer the fourth young lady who traveled around and lived a life of peace and tranquility.

Facing the camera of the people across the country, she was calm, elegant and dignified, and her conversation was well-founded, fully demonstrating what it means to be a lady of wealth and noble character.

It turns out that the He family has not only one second daughter, He Junru, but also a fourth daughter who is younger, more beautiful and equally wise.

"Okay, Ms. He, thank you for your praise and love for the inland and our Kyoto. We know that Haojiang and the inland are one family. As the representative of Haojiang, we would like to ask you, what breakthrough progress has Haojiang made in integrating into the overall national development in recent years?"

"The fate of Haojiang has always been closely linked to that of the motherland. Relying on the positioning of one center, one platform and one base given by the motherland, in the past year, the cross-border RMB settlement volume between Haojiang and the mainland increased by 47% year-on-year, and the number of Haojiang-funded enterprises registered in the Deep Cooperation Zone exceeded 6000. Especially in the field of traditional Chinese medicine and health, the Haojiang Food and Drug Administration has achieved mutual recognition of the first batch of 9 Chinese patent medicines with the mainland, truly bringing Haojiang-made products to pharmacies in the Greater Bay Area."

There is definitely a difference between a lady from a wealthy family and a simple rich second generation.

The reporter continued to ask: "We have noticed that the proportion of non-gaming industry revenue in Haojing has increased from 6.1% two years ago to 22.3% today. Where does the momentum for this moderately diversified economic development come from?"

Even though there was no script and it was full of randomness, He Yihui still handled it with ease. Her overflowing talent made her extraordinary beauty pale in comparison at that moment.

"This is due to the positioning of the science and technology innovation corridor given by the motherland's planning. The four national key laboratories in Haojiang have jointly tackled 32 projects with scientific research institutions in the mainland. The first satellite jointly developed in the aerospace field was successfully launched at the end of last year. In terms of finance, the motherland supports Haojiang in establishing a RMB clearing bank. In the past few months of this year, the scale of offshore RMB bonds issued reached 280 billion, building a new cross-border financing channel for enterprises in Portuguese-speaking countries."

aside.

A figure passing by happened to slow down, as if attracted by the interview.

Different from the previous representatives of Macao, this time the fourth daughter of the Ho family kept talking about her motherland in her words, but it is obvious that her appearance is the most exotic.

"Okay, thank you for your answer. Finally, we would like to ask Ms. He to use one sentence to look forward to the future cooperation prospects between Haojiang and the mainland."

"We will bear in mind the entrustment of relying on the motherland and connecting the world, and give full play to the hub role of Haojiang. We will not only allow 'Haojiang cars' to enter the Greater Bay Area, but also let 'Shenzhou Road' lead to Portuguese-speaking countries, and play a new chapter for Haojiang in building a new development pattern."

It was not appropriate to reminisce in front of the reporters. Someone just smiled, did not interrupt, and walked forward.

Someone passed by, and He Yihui, who had just answered all the questions, felt something and turned her head subconsciously.

then.

Her eyes danced, and then the corners of her plump lips, which were different from those of traditional oriental beauties, unconsciously raised up a gentle arc.

The reporter who was about to say thank you and leave caught this detail. Working in the media, observing people's words and expressions is a basic skill. The cameraman did not think twice and just moved the camera out of professional instinct. The lens swept across the charming He Yihui and turned to the man passing by.

In the synagogue square.

In the shaking lens.

A young man and woman passed by each other without talking to each other, but they both smiled from the side, and they looked very compatible. (End of this chapter)