There are many dirty wealthy families, and any family that is closely related to interests will inevitably have this kind of bloody story.

Not to mention a wealthy family, it is an ordinary family, and when faced with issues related to money, there will be all kinds of disputes. Brothers kill each other, fathers and sons turn their faces, not to mention big families like Betancourt and Cape. This kind of family marriage has a certain purpose, true love? Yan Murong would rather believe that Larson likes men than that he is true love for Mojana.

"You shouldn't be a doctor." Morgana chuckled.

"Are you saying I can open a private detective agency?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

"No, with your imagination, you can write a novel." Morgana said. "I'll admit that half of what you say is true, that the first choice of the heir to the Betancourt family is a woman - of course, if I do marry Larsen, then the heir will fall to Vincent, but these decisions are not made by Vincent, but by the family."

"Weird, isn't it?" Seeing Yan Murong's puzzled face, Mo Jiana explained. "Of course they're thinking about what happened after my marriage to Larson, and likewise they're worried that the Capetian family will take advantage of the marriage to swallow up our estate, and they've all thought of it—it's just that they'd rather gamble once in the face of great profits."

"Maybe you're a little upset if I say that." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. "But I have to say, your parents are stupid."

"They're stupid." Morgana said. "Still, I'm still sober."

"You're not very awake either." Yan Murong shook his head. "At least what you're doing tonight is stupid."

"What do you mean?" Morgana asked with a frown.

"Just look outside." ――

Yanjing, the capital club.

Zheng Wuming leaned on the sofa, sat by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand, stirring the spoon in his hand while looking at the neon night scene outside the window.

"I said big and small." Kunlun looked at Zheng Wuming and asked with a puzzled expression. "If there's anything I can't do, come here at night, sit for two hours, who are you waiting for?"

Zheng Wuming turned his head, put down the cup in his hand, looked at Kunlun and smiled. "Kunlun, you say, what will our Zheng family look like in another hundred years?"

"A hundred years?" Kunlun scratched his head and said angrily. "How do I know, I'm not a prophet, who can tell what it will look like in a hundred years, but our piece of land may be more valuable, right?"

"You guy, your head is full of money." Zheng Wuming smiled helplessly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the box, Kunlun walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and laughed when he saw the people outside. "I said who are our family waiting for, it turns out that the eldest young master of the Chang family is coming. Okay, you talk, I'll stand at the door and let you out. ”

"Thank you." Chang Xiaopeng thanked him, watched Kunlun go out and closed the door, and then slowly walked to the opposite side of Zheng Wuming and sat down.

"Xiaopeng, you're late." Zheng Wuming said with a smile.

"I don't want to." Chang Xiaopeng shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "It's been a bit of a big deal lately, and the old man of our family has shut me up."

"Yan Murong is not in Yanjing." Zheng Wuming said.

"That's what I told our old man." Zheng Xiaopeng said with a smile. "It took me more than an hour to salivate, and I promised not to cause trouble, so the old man promised to let me come out to let the wind out, and I must go back before two o'clock."

"Looks like you're pressed for time." Zheng Wuming raised his wrist and looked at the time, then stood up, took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured two glasses, handed Chang Xiaopeng a glass, and then held the wine glass and said. "Come on, toast to your temporary freedom."

When- the wine glasses of the two collided together, Chang Xiaopeng drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp, and said. "Brother Zheng, call me out so late, what's wrong?"

"Something is true." Zheng Wuming nodded, put down the wine glass, his expression became serious, and he said bluntly. "I need you to do me a favor."

"What's the busy?" Chang Xiaopeng also restrained the smile on his face. The time I have known Zheng Wuming has also continued, and it is rare to see Zheng Wuming ask him for help with such a serious expression, and his intuition tells him that this help will definitely not be small.

"Yan Murong went to France." Zheng Wuming said in a deep voice. "Tomorrow, I will lead Su Qingwu to France, and what you have to do is to catch her in France."

"What? Catch Sue Light Dance? Chang Xiaopeng was shocked. Brother Zheng, I'm afraid this kind of thing is not easy to do, right? You know, this time has been very sensitive lately, I've been locked up by the old man, and it's impossible to go abroad - I wonder, why do you do that? ”

"For the future." Zheng Wuming said. "Xiaopeng, do you know why the Ning family, the Chang family and our Zheng family have such a close relationship?"

"I don't know." Chang Xiaopeng shook his head and said.

"I don't think you know." Zheng Wuming chuckled twice and said. "I can tell you why, though."

As he spoke, Zheng Wuming pushed the computer on the table in front of Chang Xiaopeng and said. "Take a look, you'll know why."

Chang Xiaopeng took the computer with a strange expression, and after a while, the expression on his face became extremely weird.

"Is this true?"

"I have no reason to lie to you." Zheng Wuming said in a flat voice. "Thirty years ago, Yanjing was turned upside down by him, don't you want such a thing to happen again thirty years later?"

"You mean, our Chang family is also involved?" Chang Xiaopeng asked with a frown.

"It's not just Changjia." Zheng Wuming said. "The Ning family, the Chang family, our Zheng family, and many other big families at that time were involved."

Chang Xiaopeng was silent for a long time before he raised his head, looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "Okay, I'll do it."

After Chang Xiaopeng left, Kunlun, who was standing at the door and took the wind, walked in. "Zheng Shao, he believes it like that?"

"He had to believe." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "Even if he knew that what happened thirty years ago had nothing to do with their Chang family, but after he saw what I showed him, it became irrelevant."

"Alright, let's go too." Zheng Wuming put away the computer and walked towards the door.

"Zheng Shao, I've been thinking about your question just now, and now I've figured it out." Kunlun said suddenly.

"What's the problem?"

"On the question of a hundred years from now." Kunlun said. "A hundred years later, I don't know what will become of the Zheng family, but I know that at that time, we will be dead a long time ago."