"What?" Li Dashan furrowed his brows, his face full of disbelief.

Li Dongdao: "A few days ago, I was instructed by a master and received a lot of gifts, not only did I enter the path of cultivation, but also this alchemy and talisman writing technique is also a great achievement!"

"Dad, that elixir was refined by me, and this spirit rune was written by me, and now, I also have the capital to subvert the Jun family and even the Honglie family!"

"Our father and son now have the ability to return to the top of the past! During this time, we have endured too much, and all the humiliation we have suffered has reached the moment of full recovery!"

A surging wave of air filled the room, teacups on the coffee table tumbled to the floor, and cheap yellow light bulbs clicked and flashed.

Li Dashan looked at his son, who was booming, and couldn't help but feel a little short of breath: "Xiaodong, Xiaodong!"

Li Dong came back to his senses, restrained his breath, looked at his father, and said nothing.

Li Dashan felt dizzy, and his son's behavior made him a little unacceptable.

He looked at Li Dong and asked, "Son, what you said is true?"

Li Dong said flatly: "Father, the elixir and the spirit rune are all in front of your eyes, if I hadn't refined it myself, who do you think would help our down-and-out father and son?"

Li Dashan groaned.

Yes, things are right in front of him, and although they are outrageous, he can't help but believe them.

But after more than three years of tempering, Li Dashan's heart has long been sunk to ashes, and he has lost his domineering demeanor of looking down on the world in the past.

"Xiaodong, even if you have such magical powers now, but you are alone after all, the Jun family, and even the Hong family, are all behemoths on one side, how can you defeat them?" Li Dashan said worriedly.

Then he sighed: "Xiaodong, since you have received such an inheritance, you will be a cultivator over there, and you will become a cultivator in the future, and you will have a good future, even if your father is at ease." ”

Li Dong's eyes were about to split: "Father! I said, you are Li Dashan, Li Dashan of Bincheng! The family is weak, do you have to be as cowardly as them and let others bully!"

Your severed fingers and legs, will you let them go?

My father and son were driven away like bereavement dogs, so that's it?

Can't my mother's spirit in heaven get even a little comfort?

Shouldn't those who add shame and hatred to us fall into the eighteen layers of hell and never be able to turn over?!!!"

Li Dong's roaring and questioning made Li Dashan's mouth grow, and he only felt his blood churning.

"Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou ......"

After a while, Li Dashan buried his head, covered his face with his hands, and cried helplessly about Li Dong's mother's nickname.

Li Dong stopped talking, and looked at the man quietly, his eyes were also blood-red.

For nearly half an hour, Li Dashan slowly raised his head, looked at Li Dong, and said:

"You're right, your father is Li Dashan, Li Dashan of Bincheng!"

In the cheap apartment hut, Li Dashan's back was straight, the decadence on his face slowly dissipated, and a domineering spirit that had not appeared for a long time was gradually growing.

Li Dong smiled, and there was a little bitterness in this smile.

......

When he returned to Chen's house in the evening, Li Dong handed Tang Yiruo another golden shirt talisman and told her to wear it on her body at all times.

At night, Li Dong did not fall asleep, he sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes drooping slightly, like an old monk in a fixed place.

A murmur, breaking the darkness.

"Jun family, I am here, you are the first step of my father and son's triumph. ”

......

The next day, Saturday.

Li Dong and Li Dashan, father and son, came to the high-end luxury hotel in Decheng, Jin Shangyuan.

Standing in front of the hotel, looking at this more magnificent hotel than a few years ago, Li Dashan felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and his lips fluttered.

Li Dong patted his father's back comfortingly and said, "Dad, go in, I'm here." ”

The two walked into the hotel.

The lavishly decorated hall features a golden ceiling chandelier and a band playing the violin next to the artificial fountain in the center of the hall.

In the lobby, the staff came and went, very busy, not like the state of a high-end hotel, and occasionally there were men and women with extraordinary grace walking by, talking and behaving to show their identity.

Today, the hotel is much more lively than usual, just because today is the chairman of the hotel, Junma's father Junli's birthday, and the bigwigs from all walks of life in Decheng come here to cheer.

Of course, those who come here are generally people with insufficient qualifications, and those who are really close to them all go to Old Man Jun's house to pay homage to his birthday.

The two people, who were dressed inappropriately for this high-end place, approached, and the waiter greeted them, who were stunned for a moment because of their dress, but still asked politely:

"You two, do you have an appointment?"

Li Dong looked at her and said:

"There is no appointment. ”

The waiter laughed: "I'm sorry for that gentleman, there are a lot of customers today, if you don't have an appointment......"

Li Dong interrupted her, and then said, "We don't need to make an appointment," and then raised his breath, and his voice suddenly filled the audience:

"Let your chairman Junma come over and apologize to my father!"

This loud noise made the people in the restaurant all look at it, and then the whispering suddenly started.

"Did he just say Junma? I heard you right!"

"There's something wrong with this kid, isn't there anything wrong with him, he is not ashamed, and he wants Mr. Jun to come over?"

"I'm here to make trouble!"

The waiter was stupid, and at this time, a balding fat man trotted over here.

"What's going on?" the fat man looked at the waiter threateningly.

The waiter pointed at Li Dong: "This person said that he wanted to find Mr. Jun to come and apologize." ”

The fat man Ma Xuebin looked at Li Dong and Li Dashan, seeing that they were dressed in working-class clothes, and suddenly there was a burst of disgust between his eyebrows.

Ma Xuebin was originally the lobby manager, but two days ago, their general manager suffered some setbacks and was sick at home, and during this time, the big and small affairs in the store were handed over to him to take care of.

The reason why the general manager is sick is, of course, because of Li Dong.

Li Dashan looked at this Ma Xuebin, and there was a cold look in his eyes.

This person, he naturally knows, when he was working in this store three years ago, Ma Xuebin was still a runner, and the relationship between the two was not bad at that time.

Three years have passed, and Ma Xuebin has soared.

"What are you called Hanako, what nonsense are you talking about! Get out quickly, we have a big happy event here today, don't come to stir up!"

At this time, Li Dashan raised his head and met Ma Xuebin's gaze.

Ma Xuebin's eyes widened, the expression on his face changed sharply, he raised his hand, pointed at Li Dashan and said, "You, you are ......"

Li Dashan said coldly: "Do you still recognize me? Ma Xuebin?"

Ma Xuebin's voice suddenly raised: "Li Dashan?"

Ma Xuebin's rich face trembled with fat, and he looked at Li Dashan, his face became more and more gloomy.

Then, I saw Ma Xuebin pointing at Li Dashan, and scolded at once:

"I really didn't expect you to dare to come here, get out, get out!

The diners next to him felt strange and observed Li Dashan one after another.

"Who is this person? Manager Ma knows him?"

"Why did you suddenly get so angry?"