Chapter Twenty-Five: A New Goal, One Million!

"Aha! Zhao Yan, why did you come here, this is the old man's favorite place, but even he is reluctant to come! "As soon as Chen Li came in, he found Zhao Yan like discovering a new world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Huh? What about the two girls and two dogs? Didn't come with you? Zhao Yan found that only Chen Li was the only one who came.

"Yes, Wang Erya has to invite Chen Ergou to eat ice cream, so I came by myself, what's the matter, who was looking for you just now?" Chen Li asked.

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"It's okay, let's not mention this! How about a sip of this tea? I've heard it's expensive! Zhao Yan said with a snort. He didn't want to annoy his best friend.

But Chen Li understands Zhao Yan's character, his good friend, the more he doesn't say it, the more it means that something is wrong. Where is there still the heart to taste tea, in fact, from Jiang Cong's departure, he can also associate a few points, and the tea in his mouth is only bitter.

"There's nothing good about this tea, I haven't seen my brothers for so long, and we should drink it! Let's go, drink and go! With that, Chen Li walked out directly.

Unknowingly, after an afternoon of competition, coupled with dinner and Jiang Tao's negotiations, it was already dark, and he didn't go far, just drinking beer and skewering at the food stalls on this street!

Maybe this is the place to sway youth, only stabbing and skewering is the taste that young people should have.

"The old rules?"

"The old rules!"

"Boss, two bottles of two pots and six bottles of beer!"

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"Brother, how have you been floating outside all these years! Is it really good? ”

After three rounds of drinking, Chen Li was already drunk, and opened the conversation box to chat with Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan thought about it, and it has not been good or bad in the past few years! said that it was good, I earned a lot in the past few years, but I couldn't say it well, and in the end, the brother who was brought out single-handedly pit the bamboo basket and fetched water.

In fact, he really wanted to find someone to talk to, but saying it also added to his troubles, and a thousand words turned into one sentence.

"It's fine."

"Hey, in fact, if you don't say it, I also know, how can there be such a good mix in the capital, since you're back, it's good! What is there to say to buddy not to carry it. If you ......"

"Poof!" Speaking of this, Chen Li fell directly on the table, unable to bear the drunkenness that hit like a tide.

Zhao Yan shook his head, in fact, he is now on the verge of falling headlong, but Zhao Yan's wine has always been very good, he has never been drunk, and he has never cried or made trouble. For him, those who play by drinking too much are looking for trouble.

got up and wanted to help Chen Li up, this was difficult, Chen Li's physique was much fatter than him.

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"Brother...... So many years...... I miss you! With drunkenness, Chen Li said the words that had been buried in his heart.

Zhao Yan's nose was a little sour, and a gust of wind blew, and the night was a little cold.

But the brotherly friendship has never cooled down, this is a good brother for a lifetime! It's not the friendship that fame and fortune change! He Zhao Yan has lost, but he has not lost it.

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"Put it down, you can't lift him."

A white-haired old man appeared behind Zhao Yan at some point, and said to Zhao Yan with a kind face.

"Sit down, let's talk. It's been a long time since I've been on this stall. Waiter, come and burn the knife for half a catty. ”

The white-haired but very tough old man sat down on his own, and picked up a skewer of beef on the table without hesitation.

Zhao Yan was a little speechless in his heart, what is it and what is it today, why is it that every time he eats, he is interrupted? Who is this, whose old man is idle and has nothing to do with cerebral palsy, right?

Although he has been taught to respect the old and love the young since he was a child, Zhao Yan has experienced too many troubles today, and he still can't help but say: "Old man, who are you?" ”

Zheng Yuanhong was a little embarrassed, how many years has no one dared to call him by the word 'old man'? He cleared his throat and said in a very serious tone: "Zheng Lin calls me grandpa, who do you say I am?" ”

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"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yan had already sat down honestly, thinking that he had called his father-in-law's father an old man just now, and his head was as big as a fight. But I couldn't help but think of Jiang Tao's coming to him today, could it be that this old man also wanted to hit him with a check? gradually became cold in his heart, how could he and Zheng Lin cause such a big wave when they were together?

"I can only give you two years."

Well? Zhao Yan suddenly felt that his brain couldn't react, what does two years mean?

"In two years, you have to make some achievements and have at least a million personal assets. Let the Zheng family feel that you have this value, and the Zheng family will fully support you and Zheng Lin, otherwise for the sake of the Zheng family's family business, Zheng Lin can only choose Jiang Cong! ”

Zhao Yan understood! The other party means that he is willing to give himself a chance, but he must make a career in the past two years. But how easy is it to make a million-dollar career in two years? Maybe for the richest man with a small goal of 100 million, 1 million is easy.

But for ordinary people, making millions in two years is simply impossible! The renminbi has not yet depreciated to the point of the baht.

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"Back then, it was your grandfather who gave me such a pot of burning knives, so that I wouldn't be frozen to death in that mine!"

Looking at the liquor served by the waiter, the old man fell into memory. Zhao Yan was puzzled, could it be that Zheng Yuanhong knew his grandfather? Zhao Yan had never met his grandfather, and he heard that his grandfather died in an accident.

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, three generations and one ditch, not to mention the old and young who are separated by countless generations, there is not much reply, but Zhao Yan is drinking alone with Zheng Yuanhong, until finally Zhao Yan can no longer stand the same headlong on the table.

When he woke up the next day, he was in a hotel, and Chen Li was still sleeping in another bed.

It seems that Zheng Yuanhong placed them here.

With a splitting headache and a gradual recovery of the memory in his brain, Zhao Yan understood that Zheng Lin would not encounter anything for the time being, but his time was very short, only two years! Clench your fists, two years! For Zheng Lin, everything is done!

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"Yanzi, what are you doing......

"Yanzi, you let me sleep again......"

"Yanzi, you are my brother, you are my own brother, don't call the police when I get up, I get up!"

Seeing Zhao Yan dialing 110 with his mobile phone, Chen Li finally sat up from the bed and reluctantly said goodbye to Zhou Gong's daughter.

Zhao Yan now has to cherish every minute and every second of time to struggle, and he can't let go of Chen Li, well, the people around him must grow up with him.

Thinking that if he failed, Zheng Lin would marry Jiang Cong, that scumbag, and since he was born, he has risen such a strong fighting spirit for the first time except for e-sports. No man can tolerate the presence of his beloved woman.

If all the disadvantages are caused by the lack of ability of the parties! Then try to change it! Break it!

"Zheng Lin, don't worry! I will definitely try! Whether it's for you or me! Zhao Yan shouted at himself in his heart!

He even lost his dreams, like a lost dog swept away. He doesn't want to lose another woman who is already in a clear relationship! This time he has to fight back to protect his woman! Even if anyone comes, they can't snatch Zheng Lin away in his hands!

The former Zhao Yan lost his dream! But now Zhao Yan can't lose his woman anymore! Because he is a man, he can't keep a woman under pressure for himself!

But first there is a question in front of Zhao Yan, that is, how can he obtain millions of assets in two years?