The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

on the way home.

The driver became Zhang Songnian. It wasn't that Zhang Yifang was abusing him; it was that he insisted on experiencing the thrill of driving a Rolls-Royce.

Zhang Yifang and Zhang Suyao sat in the back row, with him holding the little one.

The child was particularly interested in the starry sky dome; his chubby little face was full of curiosity, and his little hands would occasionally gesture as if trying to catch those points of light.

"Uncle, your car is so beautiful!"

The little boy bit his finger and said in a childish voice.

Do you like it?

Zhang Yifang took her finger out of her mouth and pricked it with his stubble.

The little one was so amused he kept giggling.

"I like it~"

"After your uncle dies, all of this will be yours."

Zhang Yifang teased the child with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Suyao slapped him hard.

Auspicious! Auspicious!

Why do you bring up all this nonsense?

The little one listened attentively and looked up expectantly:

"Uncle, when are you going to die?"

Zhang Yifang was speechless, while Zhang Suyao burst into laughter.

After a long while, Zhang Yifang finally spoke slowly:

"What a filial and good child. But your uncle can live for a while longer, but you'll probably have to wait a few more years."

"Oh~"

She was quite disappointed!

……

back home.

The house, which the couple had messed up yesterday, is now completely transformed.

All of Zhang Yifang's properties have regular cleaning services, with cleaning ladies coming to clean and tidy up at fixed times every day.

Unless Zhang Yifang plans to stay home all day like yesterday, he will give advance notice that he doesn't need to come to the door.

As for how much this service would cost, he really didn't know.

I'm really sorry, but the housekeeping company is also a business run by his brothers, so he doesn't have to spend any money.

In Jiangcheng, there are only two types of business that Zhang Yifang and his gang won't do!

I won't do business that doesn't make money!

I won't do criminal business!

Of course, a crime is always a serious violation of the law, but a violation of the law is not necessarily a crime; this is common knowledge.

and so…

When Zhang Yifang got home, he changed his clothes. He had been wearing pajamas since last night.

I was halfway through my treatment last night when I went to the hospital; I really didn't have time to rest.

I've taken a shower!

The VIP ward has a private bathroom, with hot water in the shower 24 hours a day, and it also features a separate wet and dry area.

"sister…"

Back in the living room, Zhang Yifang had just opened his mouth when Zhang Suyao raised her hand to interrupt him.

"Wait a minute before you say what's wrong. Come here, let me ask you something first."

"What's wrong? Don't be so serious..."

Zhang Yifang knew what was going on, scratched his head, and sat down next to her.

Throughout the entire family, Zhang Yifang was only afraid of this one person. This was a bloodline-based suppression, and had nothing to do with how well he was doing!

Do not believe?

Then go ask Minglou!

"Stop talking nonsense, what's going on with you? Didn't you say you were running GG Company here? How did you become a gang leader?"

Zhang Suyao glared at him. Given her impatient nature, it was already quite remarkable that she waited until they got home to ask.

Zhang Yifang scratched his head and nose again. Why didn't the system notify her when it was fine-tuning the world?

I was a little nervous, but I still stubbornly insisted out of habit.

"Who's the mob boss? I'm a businessman!"

"Want me to say another one of those nonsense?"

Zhang Suyao looked over impatiently.

Zhang Yifang shut up and, after carefully organizing his thoughts, replied:

"GG ​​Company really does exist, and it's still operating! And, well, I'm definitely not a mob boss!"

"Yes, I did dabble in the underworld for a couple of years in my early years. But later, Lao Du wouldn't let me mess around, so I started doing business properly."

"What your classmate told you is all nonsense! It's all fabricated. I've never committed a crime, I don't have a single criminal record."

Zhang Suyao glanced at him sideways:

"Keep making things up! I have more than one friend in Jiangcheng. Oh, so everyone's talking nonsense, huh? And everyone's talking the same nonsense?"

Zhang Yifang gave an awkward laugh:

"Well, it's not all nonsense. I do have a bit of a reputation."

"But this is not my fault! In the early stages of capital accumulation, it is inevitable to use some low-level methods! Ford I did it, Rockefeller did it, and even Bill Gates, in the early days of building his Microsoft empire, also used some underhanded tactics."

Old Zhang sneered from the side:

"You think you can bully your sister because she's never seen Black Ice, huh?!"

"...Would it be alright for you to take care of the child?"

Zhang Yifang glared at his old man, then turned back to his sister and continued speaking.

"Really, sis! When it comes to business, the pie is only so big. If we eat some, others won't get any, so it's inevitable that there will be some bumps and bruises."

"Besides, that was years ago. Look how much society has progressed now! We're on the right track a long time ago, who would bother with those useless things?"

"Sister, I'm a legitimate businesswoman! Look at my life, how wealthy I am! Why would I bother being a gangster?"

Zhang Suyao tapped the table and questioned:

"Why did you keep it from your family? It's one thing not to tell your parents, but you didn't even tell me."

Old Zhang suddenly looked up. What was that all about? What did he mean by "it's one thing to not tell Mom and Dad"?

Does this sound like a word?

Then I thought about it again, and it seemed to make sense!

Zhang Yifang was quite helpless. He hadn't intended to hide it from them, and he had only found out a couple of days ago!

He forced himself to explain:

"I was just afraid you'd worry!"

Just then, their savior appeared! Their little devil's stomach rumbled like a drum, with a "gurgle".

Zhang Yifang quickly got up, picked up the child, and asked:

"Little one, you're hungry! Come on, Uncle will take you out for something delicious."

"Yay! Time to eat something delicious."

The little bean sprouted a cheer.

Zhang Suyao rolled her eyes and then went along with it; she was just worried about her younger brother.

Since the child was already hungry, Zhang Yifang didn't specifically choose a restaurant and just found a decent-looking one nearby.

This restaurant is newly opened, and the food is really good.

As a result, after he had eaten and drunk his fill, the restaurant still caused him some trouble.

The child kept clinging to him, so he couldn't pay the bill; his sister did it instead.

As soon as the cashier saw her coming to pay, they quickly refused.

"Sister, you're joking! You came with Mr. Zhang, so you don't need to pay for the meal. Mr. Zhang doesn't spend money when he eats here."

Zhang Suyao: ? ? ?

Zhang Yifang had no idea that the restaurant was owned by one of his subordinates.

He was happily holding his child's little hand, strolling around at the door.

In this weather, I really don't want to hold a child outdoors, no matter how cute they are.

"Uncle, look! It's Xiao Dou! It's Xiao Dou! How cute is Xiao Dou!"

The little girl saw a girl passing by holding a puppy, and she was extremely envious.

She kept tugging at Zhang Yifang's clothes.

Zhang Yifang thought, "Does the foreign student like little puppies?"

What's so rare about this thing?

She wants the stars in the sky, but her uncle can't get them for her. And wanting a puppy? That's just ridiculous.

"Good boy/girl! We'll go home in a bit. When we get home, wait a little while and lots and lots of puppies will come and play with you."

Zhang Yifang gently pinched her little nose and coaxed her with a smile.

"Really, Uncle?"

"Pinky promise."

After making a pinky promise with the child, Zhang Yifang called Shi Lei.

"Hey, Stone! Do you have any puppies at our dog farm? Okay, have someone pick a whole truckload, take them for a bath, and then deliver them to my villa."