Chapter 7: The Father-Son Transaction

"Expensive? How expensive can it be? Sika pursed his lips, picked up the watch casually and looked at it, saw the crosshair on the watch his pupils shrink slightly, and pretended to be indifferent: "What happened to Vacheron Constantin?" It's not like we can't afford it! ā€

The girls nodded, indeed, although Vacheron Constantin is a luxury watch, it is more than enough to buy an ordinary piece with their current income. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"This is the Vacheron Constantin Patrimony Legacy Collection, and it costs more than 100 million won!" As soon as Pani said this, there was a sound of chopsticks and spoons falling to the ground.

"Pani, are you sure? Could this watch be a fake? How could such a rich person borrow money from us?! ā€

"That's right, the net income of the nine of us in three months is only more than 100 million won, how could that person casually mortgage such an expensive watch?"

The girls were questioning for a while, and Xu Zhuxian quietly put away Han Yiren's watch, in case one of Ernie accidentally broke it, it would really cry.

After a period of noisy noise, the girls looked at Xu Zhuxian with a serious expression and said:

"Xiaoxian, no matter whether this watch is true or not, you should give it back to that Han Yiren, so as not to have any problems."

In the face of everyone's proposal, Xu Zhuxian's face was filled with a smile like a spring breeze, and he shook the mobile phone in his hand and said, "I've already sent him a text message." ā€

Han Yiren roared back to his mansion on the heavy motorcycle, and at this time his talent was truly in the mansion, the interior of the house was full of high-tech modern atmosphere, the cleaned marble floor, the precious carpet on it, the clear and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and the large swimming pool.

"Ding Dong Dong~" The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated slightly, sending out a melodious text message prompt sound, Han Yiren took out his mobile phone and saw that Xu Zhuxian, who had just helped him pay for the meal, sent a text message.

"Mr. Han Yiren, the watch you mortgaged here is too valuable, please come and retrieve it earlier."

Han Yiren remembered her cute face that was a little chubby, a warm smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to reply when he saw Uncle Li, who had called before, standing at the door of the living room waiting for him.

As soon as I saw Uncle Li Han Yiren, I felt an inexplicable emotion in my heart flowing, sour, and warm, probably because the memory of his predecessor Han Yiren was too completely integrated, his eyes couldn't help but reddened slightly, and the mobile phone in his hand was put back in his pocket.

Uncle Li is a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a decent suit, and his black and white shiny hair is meticulously groomed.

Uncle Li remembered the sofa with bullets embedded in it and blood stains, looked at Han Yiren carefully with a worried face, and only after seeing that he was okay did he breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Young Master, you are back!" I'm waiting for you inside. ā€

Han Yiren pursed his lips and stepped forward to hug Uncle Li, the memories of Han Yiren's childhood in his mind kept playing back, there was no father who had been busy with work in the picture, and there was no mother who had long since passed away, only the Uncle Li in front of him, whose hair had not yet turned gray and had not aged, accompanied him.

Under this hug, Uncle Li's body also stiffened slightly, and then he relaxed and patted Han Yiren's shoulder and said, "It's okay if you're fine, go quickly, the master is waiting for you inside." ā€

Han Yiren nodded silently and walked into the living room, his father Han Jingming sat on the sofa with a calm face, his appearance was similar to Han Yiren, only with some more gray hair and wrinkles, a rather elegant black suit tightly observed, and his hair was neatly trimmed, giving people a kind of prestige that was not intimidating.

Originally, Han Yiren wanted to bow respectfully to Han Jingming and pull the relationship in, but who would have thought that his body was actually driven by inexplicable hatred, and he sneered and lay on the sofa and asked, "What?" What is the wind that blows the busiest people in Korea? ā€

Han Jingming's eyes were full of deep guilt when he saw this, but this guilt did not last long, and was soon replaced by a serious face.

"What's the deal with the couch?"

"What's going on, don't you think about what enemies you've had lately? How do I think that a small prosecutor who is still in practice will not offend people to the point of burglary, right? ā€

Han Jingming's face was full of two completely different emotions, anger and guilt, and the living room suddenly fell into a long silence, while Han Yiren smiled coldly and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Han Yiren, who closed his eyes, kept flashing in his mind the picture of his ex's biological mother dying when he was seven years old.

In the picture, the former person knelt down in the mourning hall late at night, looking at his biological mother who could only be seen in the photo forever, and his heart was filled with sadness and resentment.

Through the fusion of memories, he clearly knew that the man named his father in front of him, the husband of his dead mother, from the unknown death of his mother to the preparation of the aftermath until the mourning hall was completed for three days, he never came to take a look!

This hateful predecessor is deeply remembered in my heart and engraved in my soul! He swore then that he too would become a prosecutor and defeat his cold-blooded and ruthless father where he was most proud and cared about the most!

Looking at these pictures, Han Yiren was unconsciously assimilated by this resentment in his heart, his originally slightly rhythmic breathing began to be rapid and chaotic, his chest rose and fell violently, he suddenly stood up and pointed out the door and shouted: "Since you didn't care about your mother's life or death, why bother with me now?!" You're not welcome here, get out of here!! ā€

Han Yiren's heart-rending roar startled Uncle Li outside the living room, and he hurriedly trotted in to stop Han Yiren's words that he was about to blurt out.

Hearing Han Yiren's words, Han Jingming's body trembled, sighed dejectedly, waved his hand at Uncle Li and said, "You don't have to worry about it here, you can go out." ā€

Uncle Li looked at Han Yiren, who was still emotional, worriedly, and then looked at Han Jingming, who was firm, shook his head and withdrew softly.

Han Jingming's mood was still calm, and he couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation from his body, only to see him say indifferently: "Since that's the case, I'll make it clear, I didn't come to you this time to ask you this, but to make a deal with you." ā€

Han Yiren's heart was cold, the coldness emanating from the depths of his heart froze all his emotions that burst out, he never thought that a father could be cold-blooded to such an extent!

But since he ignored this blood relationship between father and son, why did Han Yiren care? immediately lowered his face, went back to the sofa and said, "What deal?" It shouldn't be a simple matter for the Supreme Commander in the inspection system to make a deal with me, right? ā€