Xiong's life has always been very regular, and as the supreme leader of the Rothschild family, his luxury is far from being highlighted by the red light and green wine of the night sheng song.

The minister's family of the elite club, in fact, the glory of the real minister is still in Xiong alone, and behind the glory that countless people peep at and compete for, it is destined to carry more responsibilities and images.

Xiong was rich, but he spent very little money, and even except for some very necessary social occasions, most of the time, the first head of the family lived a simple life.

The castle in London is not the headquarters of Rothschild, such a scale, even far more exaggerated than this scale of castles, Rothschild has no less than a dozen castles all over Europe, like a splendid and luxurious palace, and the headquarters of this first family is from a certain overseas archipelago.

The seas that did not belong to any country there, only to the Empire, the Rothschild Empire.

It was a position that overlooked the whole of Europe, so for a long time, the male would stay there, read books every day, raise birds, walk the dogs, feed the fish, and countless intrigues were transmitted to the Rothschild's spheres of influence on the island, and then they were carried out very thoroughly.

This family, this surname, and this empire are like a huge magnet, frantically absorbing fame, fortune, wealth and status in various countries in Europe.

Xiong can not be regarded as the only master of the Rothschild decline period, but it is definitely part of the Rothschild master of the revival of the family, the head of the family has been sitting firmly in the position of the head of the family for nearly a hundred years, Xiong's father, Xiong's grandfather, plus himself, the efforts of three generations, the family that completely fell to the altar during World War II is on the altar.

Xiong took charge of the family at the age of thirty-five, and now at the age of fifty-seven, twenty-two years, he led the empire behind him and re-established the family's supremacy in Europe.

This is the greatest pride of his life.

In addition, what he is most proud of is Yulan, a daughter who has completely inherited his ideas.

But now, his two lifelong prides are beginning to clash.

This conflict is likely to plunge Rothschild into an unprecedented internal conflict again.

More importantly, he doesn't seem to have much time left to mediate this conflict.

Advanced brain cancer.

Xiong didn't believe in fate, but when he learned of such a result, he had to admit that fate chose him, and it didn't give him too many reasons and chips to resist.

Then it's time for him to make a choice.

Or, choose the one with a success rate of less than five percent.

Or, use the little time you have left to make a choice for the future of the empire.

Xiong finally made up his mind, with an almost resolute attitude, to sit in London himself, despite the family's likely civil war, firmly support his daughter, so that this second proudest daughter in his life will inherit the family he is most proud of.

"People are selfish."

Xiong smiled, but his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of undisguised pain in his eyes.

It is difficult for him to rest well, and the headache is becoming more and more intense, and he is often woken up in deep sleep, especially at three or four o'clock in the morning, in this case, the male can only choose to get up and do light activities to relieve the headache and disappear, but the pain cannot disappear permanently, and it will recur again not long after.

"Father, maybe you should have had that surgery."

Arashi stood behind Xiong and massaged his head, and whispered, with a hint of sadness in his ice-blue eyes.

She likes power, but she has not lost the bottom line of being a human being after all.

Now that she is in power, her father can wait, it doesn't matter how long she waits, Lan has never felt that loving her father is an obstacle to her upwards, on the contrary, his existence is a big tree that can shelter herself from the wind and rain.

If she could, she still hoped that Xiong could continue to sit in this position, looking at the world, looking at Europe, looking at her.

Strictly speaking, there is hope.

But it's so low that everyone feels terrified.

Less than five percent of the surgery has a success rate.

It's almost much worse than nine deaths.

In other words, letting Xiong go for this operation is basically equivalent to sending him to death.

Xiong is now dragging his illness along, which is a helpless choice for the father and daughter after weighing the pros and cons.

But seeing that his father was getting more and more haggard and weak day by day, Lan with a complicated heart finally made up her mind to say this.

Five percent of hope is also hope, isn't it?

What if a miracle happens?

"My daughter, you're acting cowardly right now, you know?"

Xiong sighed softly, closed his eyes and said slowly, although he closed his eyes, but in fact, the eyelids did not merge, and to outsiders, Xiong seemed to have squinted his eyes.

The symptoms of brain cancer were happening to him one by one, and he was no longer able to close his eyes completely.

Lan pursed her lips and didn't speak, but the force of the massage became softer and gentler.

"As a human being, you can't expect miracles to happen, especially those in high positions, you know? When you put your hope in miracles, it proves that your heart has begun to weaken. Hey, a weak man, a weak woman, can't carry the future of the empire! ”

Xiong's voice is calm, but it has an undeniable power.

"Do you want me to watch you die?"

Lan was silent for a while, and then spoke bitterly, her voice trembling with a hint of crying.

"No, it's not about watching me die."

Xiong reopened his eyes, turned his chair a little, faced Arashi head-on, reached out to hold her hand, and smiled, "I'm using my last time to let you inherit the family right now, oh, my time is running out, you know." And I don't want to do that surgery, so I don't like it when I think about it, life is a very meaningful existence, since the time of existence is running out, then we should do something more meaningful, right? Do whatever you want, do whatever you want, fuck it, it's better than dying on the operating table, right? ”

Lan was a little stunned and looked at his father, who seemed to rarely swear in front of him, and was stunned.

Xiong's breathing was a little heavy, and his face gradually became irritable, he stood up, walked around the study, and suddenly stopped: "You're not watching me die, you're watching how I embody the meaning of life, understand?" Well? My daughter? I don't want to die, but this can't be cured, it can't be cured! You know? You cowardly girl! ”

He twitched, frowned again, and said to himself, "What smell?" Is the rice in the kitchen burned? Oh shit, it doesn't seem like this is the time to eat. ”

Arashi's heart sank.

Tumors located in the frontal lobe of the brain can destroy the mental activity of the frontal lobe, causing emotional excitement, restlessness, depression, depression and other mental abnormalities, which is one of the common symptoms of brain cancer.

The temporal lobe, located in the lower part of the brain, is stimulated by the tumor, and brain cancer patients often smell odors that are not actually there, which is called olfactory hallucinations.

"Father, are you tired? I think you might need to take a break. ”

Lan took a deep breath and smiled quietly, trying her best to hide the sadness in her eyes, and her tone was calm.

"Rest? No, no, no, I don't need to rest, you're old and confused, aren't you? I've just gotten up, I don't want to rest! Sleeping every day is a waste of time, and for me, it's a waste of life! ”

Xiong seemed to have some signs of anger, he looked at his daughter, his chest rose and fell violently a few times, pointed to his position, and said to Lan, "You sit down!" Let's talk, talk about something that should be talked about. ”

Lan hesitated, nodded reluctantly, sat in his position, and looked at his father, but his eyes were a little absent-minded, as if his gaze did not meet.

"Focus! Baby! ”

Xiong roared in a low voice, but his spirit became obviously excited: "Hey, I heard that a stranger lived in the castle yesterday? Oriental? Are the Celestial Empire people right? Oh, it's Wang Fuxing's funny guy who found a helper, right? Does this little bastard want to solve the problem by force? It's so irrational, but I like it, Lan, you tell me, is it really your intention to cooperate with him, for a long time? I don't feel like he's a trustworthy person, I don't like him, he's a young man who can give me a sense of threat. ”

"It is true that someone entered the castle yesterday, and they are responsible for protecting the safety of Wang Fuxing, and they are from the Xia family."

Arashi's tone was slow, but he still answered his father's question seriously: "Father, I think that the toughest and simplest way is often the most effective way, and I believe that he is a trustworthy person, he may not be a trustworthy ally, but he is definitely a trustworthy man." And it just so happens that I'm female, and I'm very pretty, isn't it? ”

"The Xia family? Did they finish in the club's top 10? This family, he does not have the strength to meddle in the internal affairs of Rothschild, I can't trust them. ”

Xiong's speech gradually became incoherent: "The simple and crude method is indeed effective, but it can also bring a lot of trouble to people, Wang Fuxing killed Ming!" A few old foxes of the patriarchal group, I don't know how much pressure they have put on me these days, it's terrible, they even have to elect an heir, their candidate turned out to be Chuan, ha, is there no one in their faction? Who is Chuan? When I met him a few years ago, he was a kid who only knew how to follow the patriarch! Okay, okay, that's fine, I've reached an agreement with Ming's faction, I won't kill Wang Fuxing, but if you want revenge, I won't stop it, originally I wanted to send someone to protect Wang Fuxing, but now it seems that there is no need, no need, right? ”

Lan frowned, thinking for a moment before she realized the meaning of her father's incoherent words and completely illogical words.

One of the most important points is that Ming's faction has elected a new heir, Chuan, who is likely to come to England in the near future.

There is only one purpose, to kill Wang Fuxing and prove his strength to the elders within their faction.

And the sudden extra guards around Wang Fuxing are undoubtedly his biggest bargaining chip against Sichuan.

Xiong was still walking around the study, muttering to himself, and his mental state was almost out of control.

"Enough, father!"

Arashi suddenly said loudly, not so much screaming as screaming.

Xiong's body suddenly froze, and he stood in place and looked at Arashi with a dazed look in his eyes.

Lan felt sour in her heart, and she wanted to cry for no reason, she took a deep breath, forced herself to show a smile, stood up and said, "Father, you are tired, sit down and rest for a while, okay?" ”

"I'm tired."

Xiong's spirit seemed to calm down, he nodded, his eyes gradually cleared, and sat back on the couch.

Arashi made him a cup of coffee, put it in his hand, and sat beside him and looked at him, as if he wanted to impress his father's appearance in his heart.

"I'm tired."

Xiong repeated it again and nodded.

Arashi turned her head to the side, her pretty face tilted slightly.

"In my life, there is only glory."

Xiong said in a low voice, stretched out his hand to pick up the coffee cup, and said in a low tone: "My daughter, do you know?" I gave up a lot of things to get to where I am now, love, freedom, principles, kindness, happiness, these are all things that I have to give up because I want to stand in a position where no one can restrain me. But when I got to this position, I found that no one could restrain me, but my identity could, and the glory in my body, the power in my hands, restraining me every moment, as if they were going to choke me by the neck. Being the head of the house is not as easy and beautiful as you think, you know? My daughter. ”

Arashi pursed her lips tightly and didn't speak.

Xiong glanced at her, and suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile: "In my life, except for you, there is nothing but intrigues, except for power and status. Intrigues, positions of power, ha, you look at these, you look at these, the things I hate the most, the things that bind me the most. And I want to use what I hate the most to defend and restrain me the most, this is your father! This is the master of the empire! A wretched worm! Live in a painful paradox for the rest of your life! ”

"But at least I can control my life, at least, not by others."

Lan said lightly, in a very light tone, but unusually firm.

"Oh."

Xiong nodded and glanced at her, "Have you really decided?" My daughter? ”

"Yes, I decided."

Arashi's face was solemn, and the simple conversation seemed like a ritual to her.

"Good."

Xiong seemed to become more old and haggard for a moment: "I hope your decision is right, dear daughter, my time is running out, but I will try my best to do everything for you, remember, Daddy loves you." ”

Lan's nose was sour, and she bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

"You get out."

Xiong waved his hand simply, with a hint of kindness in his tone.

Arashi took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, and walked to the door.

"Please..."

Behind him, a voice rang out.

It's still a familiar sound, but it's unfamiliar content.

and a weakness that made Arashi feel completely unfamiliar.

Arashi's footsteps paused suddenly, and he turned stiffly, his mind blank.

"Please... My daughter. ”

Xiong sat on the sofa and looked at Arashi with a pleading in his eyes: "You must let the empire continue to be brilliant, please, don't let me be a sinner of the empire..."

He seemed to be rapidly aging, and the weakness of pleading in his eyes was even more evident.

Lan's nose was sore, and finally she couldn't hold it anymore, squatted on the ground, and cried.