But on the contrary, he has the ability, the means, and the ambition.

And he, and that child, are mortal enemies who can't coexist.

It's difficult, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, although I love that one more, but this one is also my own biological son, and I have been raising it by my side for more than 20 years.

I once really had high hopes.

Zhao Zhiyong sighed lightly.

Zhao Pingjin sat down leisurely, his eyes drooped slightly, he took off his watch and put it aside, moved his wrist, and folded his sleeves.

It's just so careless, and there is a nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Pingjin, I came to you today, and you probably already know why."

Zhao Pingjin's fingers resting on his lap, his fingers curled up slightly.

"As long as you accept him, your younger brother, let him go back to the Zhao family to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors openly, persuade your grandmother and mother, recognize this child, and give him a legitimate background, the Zhao family is still yours, as for the child, I will give him another asset, which will not touch your interests, what do you think?"

I see, it turns out that Zhao Zhiyong is having such a wishful thinking.

Let him admit the identity of that? Do you even want your mother to swallow this shame with blood?

Let him return to the Zhao family openly and become the second young master of the Zhao family, then, what are his mother and him?

"Why do you want to do this, I remember that I told you last time, I don't want anything from the Zhao family, since I don't want it, you are now using this to negotiate terms with me, do you think I will agree?"

"Pingjin, you are still too young, in front of the future of interests, seriously, what is the meaning of these false names, he is originally my flesh and blood, your own brother, even if you and your mother don't nod, I can still bring him back to the Zhao family, I just want to maintain the face of the Zhao family, I don't want things to make people laugh."

"Your mother's health is not good, and it is an ordeal for her to be emotional at every turn, a husband and wife, and I don't want to hurt her, so I just took a step back, you are good at persuading your mother, and she will listen to you, so that the child also has a place to live, and you are still the only heir of the Zhao family, your mother can still enjoy her old age, everything in the Zhao family has not changed, but there is just one more person to eat, not to mention, you are your own brother in the end, and when he becomes an adult in the future, he can always support your brother and use his own brotherIt's better than using outsiders, isn't it? ”

Zhao Zhiyong felt that Zhao Pingjin would choose to agree to his conditions if he was smarter.

And what he wants is that the child will smoothly recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and with his identity, he will be able to plan for others in the future, which is also justified.

If Zhao Pingjin was still young in the early years, why would Zhao Zhiyong want to negotiate terms with his own son, he would have brought people back directly.

It's just that now, the lion cub is getting stronger, and the former male lion is getting worse and worse, and there is still some fear in my heart.

"You don't have to talk to me about this, I don't have a problem with Tongsheng you handing it over to him, I said, I don't want everything in the Zhao family, so don't threaten me with this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Zhao Pingjin nodded slightly.

Zhao Zhiyong stood up: "In this case, you are so backbone, then return all the things that the Zhao family gave you." ”

As he spoke, he looked around at the Lufeng Mansion and said with a smile: "This house is also owned by the Zhao family, as well as the cars, houses, land, and companies under your name, which one is not the Zhao family?" Didn't Lao Tzu give it to you? Zhao Pingjin, do you think that without the Zhao family, what are you, those people in Kyoto who originally surrounded you to meet you will fall into the well and step on you when they turn their faces, do you believe it or not? ”

Zhao Pingjin stood up calmly, he threw the car keys out, took out the wallet again, and threw out the card inside.

"I don't want it all, okay?" Zhao Pingjin smiled: "The clothes on this body are also from the Zhao family, do you want to take them off too?" ”

Zhao Zhiyong's eyes were dull and uncertain, like a wolf about to show its fangs.

"Pingjin, I'll ask you ...... one last time"

"Don't ask, there is no way for him to enter the door of the Zhao family, as long as I live for one day, he will always be just a wild seed, yes, the most lowly wild seed, who can't be on the table."

Zhao Pingjin's eyes were bloody, but he was still smiling calmly: "Otherwise, you see that you will kill me now, otherwise, I will kill him one day." ”

Zhao Zhiyong turned around and walked out, walked a few steps, stopped again, and instructed the people around him: "Come over tomorrow, remove all the servants here, renovate all the rooms, fill in the swimming pool, build all the gardens, only plant gardenias, the construction period is faster, two months later, Chenglin's birthday, this is the first birthday gift I gave him." ”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Pingjin, and saw him standing there, with no waves between his eyebrows, Zhao Zhiyong snorted coldly, shook his hand and left.

He didn't believe that a son and brother who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth could survive a few days of hard life.

Of course, the old lady and Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear to see him suffer, but they could make up for it financially, but they couldn't do it at all in other aspects.

From Zhao Dong of the future Tongsheng Group, who is sought after by thousands of people, to a rich idler who has no future, Zhao Pingjin will soon taste the gap.

He will know that those who are accustomed to standing at the top of the pyramid will not be able to bear it at all.

Zhao Pingjin finished smoking half a box of cigarettes before taking his coat and walking out.

He walked over to the black Bentley.

This is the one he often drives every day, and it is probably the only one that Xu He can remember the appearance and license plate.

But from then on, none of these things were his.

Zhao Pingjin doesn't have any nostalgia, including Lufeng Mansion, he doesn't have any nostalgia.