The endless flow of traffic on the street, the busy crowd, and the coolly dressed beauties all attracted Han Wenxuan's attention.

Led by the navigator, Han Wenxuan came to a slightly secluded villa area.

Xiao Yun stared in the rearview mirror for a few moments, and suddenly frowned and said, "Young Master, someone is following!"

Han Wenxuan didn't dream of getting rid of the Zhao family's followers in the capital area at all, after all, this was the base camp of the people.

It's just that he didn't expect the other party to follow so quickly, and immediately ordered in surprise: "Get rid of them!"

As soon as Han Wenxuan's words fell, Xiao Yun was just about to speed up, when he heard a roar of air waves, and the car behind him suddenly accelerated, and it was level with Han Wenxuan's vehicle in an instant.

Han Wenxuan frowned and glanced over there.

Xindao, this Zhao family's follower is too domineering, isn't it!

I was about to ask Xiao Yun to teach him a lesson.

saw that the vehicle slammed into the steering wheel, and it actually hit Han Wenxuan's vehicle hard.

Fortunately, Xiao Yun reacted quickly, braked urgently, and the vehicle stopped suddenly.

The black car, with a twist, pulled out a few black brake lines not far away and stopped.

Han Wenxuan was taken aback by Fang Cai's scene, and immediately became angry: "Damn, these people are still killing people with the whistle?"

Xiao Yun and Wang Changwen glanced at each other, and they already smelled a trace of unusual smell.

The two got out of the car with a wary face, but they recognized that Han Wenxuan was fine, and then walked towards the car.

A few people came down from the opposite body.

One of them was wearing a bandage on his right hand, and it was Zhao Kuo, who was broken by Xiao Yun last night.

The other pale, looking weak, was Zhao Feng, the king of wine in the capital who was drunk by Han Wenxuan last night.

There were also several black-clothed guards, holding two pistols in their hands at the moment, aiming at Han Wenxuan with an unkind face.

Seeing that it was these two people, Han Wenxuan raised his eyebrows, pushed Wang Changwen away, stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?

Zhao Kuo roared with some embarrassment: "Let you tmd bullshit! If it weren't for your kid playing tricks, how would Lao Tzu lose! Tell you, I have already checked your details, and I will give you two choices today, either kneel down and kowtow and admit my mistake, and return my jade pendant to me, otherwise, Lao Tzu will open a hole in you and take back the jade pendant with his own hands!"

Yesterday's incident made the two of them lose face in the Zhao family, and they were severely reprimanded by Zhao Shuo afterwards.

Suffering from such anger, after thinking hard all night, the two of them decided to give Han Wenxuan a disadvantage.

At this moment, being pointed at two guns, Han Wenxuan was not afraid at all.

Xiao Yun on the side was already holding two dinner knives in her wrists, staring at her side coldly.

Whenever she tried to shoot, the knife in her hand would cut their throats mercilessly.

"The Zhao family's family rules, but the descendants of the Zhao family are forbidden to kill each other! You should also know my identity, so you are not afraid of being punished?"

"Go to TMD punishment! Do you also admire?" At this moment, Zhao Feng, the wine king of the capital, had not yet eased up, and he roared, and the wine was almost spitting out.

After calming down for a long time, he pointed at Han Wenxuan and scolded fiercely: "You are just a pariahs surnamed Han! The rules of the Zhao family do not protect you! Besides, now that the Zhao family is Young Master Zhao Shuo, it is as easy as crushing an ant to death if we want to stick to you! Now hurry up and return the jade pendant to me, kneel down and call Grandpa, forget this matter today, otherwise I will let you lie down and go back!"

Zhao Kuo on the side had a grim smile on his face: "I originally wanted to do something, but I didn't expect you to get rid of the people sent by the Ministry of Supervision by yourself!

Sent by the Ministry of Supervision?

Han Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had misunderstood the young man in black.

It seems that this is really coming to protect him.

However, there was no panic in his eyes at this moment, but he couldn't hide his disappointment, staring at Zhao Kuo and Zhao Feng and shaking their heads.

These people are the young people who will succeed the Zhao family in the future.

One by one, what else will they do besides fighting bravely?

It's not even as good as Chen Batian's brain agent.

That's the mess his dad left behind.

To be honest, Han Wenxuan was quite disappointed in his heart.

He turned his head to Xiao Yun and the two of them: "Hurry up and solve it, don't delay time!"

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the car and sat down.

Seeing that Han Wenxuan was so contemptuous, Zhao Kuo and Zhao Feng were furious.

"Han Wenxuan, I know that your guard is a bit capable, do you think I'll bring some small shrimp to deal with you? These two are ......."

Zhao Feng didn't finish his words yet, only listened to a whoosh.

Two wails of pain came from behind him.

The black-clothed guard standing behind the two men with guns had a knife in his arm and in his own arm, blood gushing out, and all the guns in his hands fell to the ground.

And in the blink of an eye, the gray-haired old man had rushed in front of the two.

The two fists blew the hair of the two men backwards with a whirlwind, and they couldn't open their eyes.

"Do you want to fight?"

Wang Changwen's old voice sounded.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Kuo's bodies trembled, and they looked back at the bodyguards they had brought with them and hired a lot of money at home.

At this moment, the two of them were holding their bloody hands and wailing in pain.

Not far away, Xiao Yun turned a dinner knife in his hand, and when he saw the two of them looking over, he smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

There is an iron fist in front of him, and a throwing knife in the distance.

These two rich children panicked and sent Wang Changwen to kneel.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight, we won't fight, this time it's really served!"

It didn't take long for the car blocking the road to be quickly moved, and Xiao Yun drove away.

Zhao Kuo on the side of the road, Zhao Feng's face was ugly, he turned his head to stare at the two bodyguards, suddenly stepped forward, and punched and kicked.

"Fucking shit. An old man and a little girl have cleaned you up, what's the use of you?"

After so many years, the years have not left any mark on her face.

Looking closely, the woman's eyes were somewhat similar to Han Wenxuan's.

A few words are simply written below, the tomb of his beloved wife Lin Wanrong.

There is no inscription on who erected the tombstone.

Xiao Yun held a bouquet of flowers, trotted over, put it in front of the tombstone, and then stood beside Han Wenxuan with a solemn face.

Han Wenxuan stood there for a while, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and shouted in a slightly trembling voice: "Mom, my son has come to see you!"

When he learned from Zhao Tiankuo that he was not an orphan, Han Wenxuan was a little happy just now, and then learned the news that his mother had passed away.

Han Wenxuan always wanted to come to his mother's grave to take a look.

It's just that at that time, Zhao Tiankuo rejected Han Wenxuan on the grounds that the time had not come.

Now, after half a year, I finally came to my mother's grave.

Han Wenxuan was excited, and the grievances he had suffered for so many years instantly came to his heart, and he wanted to say a lot, but he didn't know what to say.

I thought I had found my parents, but now my mother has died tragically, my father is critically ill, and I may not even see my father for the last time.

Others thought that he entered Beijing to fight for family property.

But only he knew it in his heart.

He just wanted to see his biological parents when he came to Beijing.

However, such a simple wish is so difficult to achieve.

After a long time, Han Wenxuan and his party left the cemetery and came to the villa area that they had just passed by.

Because of its close proximity to the cemetery, this villa does not sell very well, and there are few residents in the sparse area.

However, the goal of Han Wenxuan's trip is that an important person of the Zhao family lives here.

Han Wenxuan and others walked around the villa area a few times, and finally stopped at a garden villa in imitation of Jiangnan style combined with modernity.

The two-storey house, in the courtyard, with small bridges and flowing water, bamboo forests, white walls and black tiles, is very similar to the room where the head of the Zhao family lives.

This is the goal of Han Wenxuan's trip, Zhao Kuan, president of Zhaojia Bank.

He was a close friend of his mother.

After the death of his mother, he bought a house here, and what kind of feelings it contained, outsiders do not know.

Zhao Kuan is ranked first in the list given by Zhao Tianyu, and he is also one of the personnel that Han Wenxuan must fight for.

This person controls more than 80% of the money of the entire Zhao family.

With the support of this person, it is equivalent to mastering the economic lifeline of the Zhao family.

Han Wenxuan is naturally invincible.

However, this human nature is indifferent, and since the death of his mother, he has cultivated himself and never quarreled with others.

Under his management, the entire Zhao Bank is pure-hearted, but in this state, the performance is very good, ranking among the top ten banks in China.

Originally, Han Wenxuan planned to bring a few gifts, but after reading this person's introduction, he finally decided to come to the door empty-handed.

After getting out of the car, he stood in front of the yard and stared inside.

There are a lot of flowers and plants planted in the yard, plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums, and the four gentlemen are together.

Xiao Yun stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and after a while, a slightly dull old voice came from inside: "If you give gifts, don't come in, I'm not free here!"

Han Wenxuan was overjoyed in his heart, and his guess was good.

He stepped forward and waved his empty hands at the monitor at the door and said, "Jicheng Han Wenxuan! Come and meet Mr. Zhao Kuan! Please take the time to meet him!"

"Jeseong Han Wenxuan?"

There was a sound of confusion on the other side of the microphone.

The camera on the door turned around and took a picture of Han Wenxuan's face.

A moment later, there was a click, and the door opened.

"Come in!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Han Wenxuan vaguely heard a murmur coming from inside.

"It's like that!"

After entering, walk through the stone corridor and enter the house.

An old man with crane hair and a childish face and wearing a Tang costume was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a book and reading it seriously.

Hearing the knock on the door, the man waved his hand slightly and said, "You guys sit down first! I'll finish reading it right away!"

This person is Zhao Kuan.

They each found their seats and waited slowly, and several people began to look at the furnishings in the room.

Although it is a modern decoration, all kinds of appliances are in the same style as the Zhao family's house.

It seems that it should also be an old object brought out of the Zhao family's house.

Han Wenxuan was very interested in the book in the old man's hand, and quietly glanced at it, it was a yellowed ancient book, and there were only two cursive characters on it, "The Mean".

Han Wenxuan doesn't understand the part of Chinese culture very well, after all, he only went to a technical school at the beginning, and even the name Zhongyong was known by watching the Internet in his spare time, and he didn't understand the content.

For a moment, he was a little flustered.

If the old man were to talk to him about this kind of book in a moment, how would he respond?

was thinking about it, but I heard a hearty laugh from the other side.

When I looked up, I saw that the old man had already raised his head and stared at Han Wenxuan, "Why did you start learning to figure out other people's minds at such a young age?"

But it was Han Wenxuan who stared at the old man in a daze, which made this Zhao Kuan misunderstood.

Han Wenxuan hurriedly explained with a wry smile: "I didn't speculate on your thoughts! I just saw that you were a little curious about the book you read!"

Zhao Kun was a little surprised when he heard this, looked at the yellowed ancient book, and asked, "What's the matter?"

After speaking, he raised his eyes and stared at Han Wenxuan with interest, as if he wanted to hear his explanation.

Han Wenxuan couldn't wait to raise his hand to slap himself twice at the moment, why didn't he open any pot and lift it?

He smiled awkwardly: "The younger generation didn't read this book, I didn't study well at the beginning, I went to a technical school, and then I was forced by life, and I didn't have much time to read!

"Bad at studying?" Zhao Kuan smiled: "I read your junior high school transcript, with your grades at that time, it should be more than enough to get the best high school in your province, and there may even be a scholarship, why didn't you go later?"

Unexpectedly, this big guy had already read his information, Han Wenxuan's face was a little gloomy, and he didn't know how to explain it.