A month ago, somewhere in the east, south, west, and north of the Great Han Dynasty, an explosive news was rapidly spreading to the hinterland of the four major families.

"Young Master!"

"Oh no, something is wrong!"

A uniformed family member rushed straight to the inner courtyard in a panic, looking nervous, as if a loved one had died.

"What's the matter?"

In the inner courtyard, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, very fat, this thing did not know what he ate to grow up, not tall, but not ordinary fat, walking all over the fat swaying, from a distance it looks like a piece of walking pork belly.

Look at what he is wearing, it is also very strange, there are two clothes on the top and bottom of the body, a big pants hanging on the buttocks on the lower body, and a cute red vest on the upper body, the eyes are small and almost invisible, the chest is open, and the breasts are exposed, and I think it is the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha from a distance!

If you see one, you probably can't help but sigh: The four major families are talented!

The little fat man is none other than Qian Wanjun's youngest son, Qian Fatzi, who has no hobbies, just greedy for money! People give nicknames money bags.

While speaking, the fat man put down the piggy bank in his hand and said impatiently.

Hearing this, the man didn't speak, but looked around, and when he saw that there was no one around, the man said hesitantly: "Young master...... Master...... He ...... him, sir."

Before he could finish speaking, the man could not stop crying, as if he were a dead man in his house.

"Don't mention him to me, don't take me with you when you go to eat delicious food alone, it's better to die outside, I've never seen such a selfish father!"

Hearing this, the fat man scolded and scolded, and he was a verbal output at his father, and he was really a filial son.

"Young master, my lord has been killed!"

Seeing the fat man's absent-minded appearance, the man hurriedly said.

"Isn't it? Really dead? ”

"Okay, okay, I finally boiled you to death, all the money of the Qian family is mine when you die!" When the fat man heard this, not only did he not feel a trace of sadness, but he was quite glad that Qian Wanjun was not his father.

There is only the property of the Qian family in his eyes!

In the middle of a big family, the fat man knows the importance of the heir, and the child Qian Wanjun is such a stupid son as him, otherwise he will not be able to take his turn with his bear!

"Young Master...... Master, are you alright? ”

When the man saw this, he couldn't help but feel for a while, he had never seen such a strange son, his father was killed, and he was so happy!

Is this TMD still human?

No, it's better to be a brute!

"Master, what can I do, go and help me settle it, how much property is left in the family, bring me all the account books here!" The master wants to check the accounts himself! ”

The little fat man said seriously, not like he was delirious.

"This ...... What about the master's side? ”

When the man heard this, he was a little confused, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and when he met such a wonderful young master, he didn't know how many lifetimes he had been moldy.

"People die like lights go out, find a better cemetery to bury!" When the fat man heard this, he said casually, not caring at all, as if everything had nothing to do with him except for money.

Even his father's funeral was saved, if Qian Wanjun knew, I was afraid that the coffin board would not be able to cover it!

"Yes, young master!"

Hearing this, the man didn't dare to talk much, after all, he was just a subordinate, standing in front of him was the future heir of the Qian family, offending him, isn't this a lantern in the toilet, looking for death!

"Come back!"

As soon as the man stepped out of the inner courtyard with his front foot, he was called back by the fat man!

"What else does the young master command?"

Turning around, he asked with a respectful look on his face.

"Do you know when the old ancestor will be out of the customs?"

If you want to sit firmly on the throne of the helm of the Qian family, you must have the approval of the ancestors of the Qian family to be safe, otherwise everything is illusory, so he must curry favor with Qian Bicheng before Qian Bicheng leaves the customs, and let him support him as the helmsman of the Qian family.

"Calculate the time, it should be just these days!"

The man replied truthfully.

"Okay, I see, you go and get busy with yours!"

As soon as the words fell, Qian Fat Man slipped into his room, carefully put his piggy bank in the safe, and after repeated checks, to make sure that it was closed, Qian Fat Man left with peace of mind.

Immediately, I saw the fat man walking towards the forbidden place in the back mountain.

Although he trotted all the way, he didn't feel tired at all, and the pork belly on his body kept swaying up and down, looking very rhythmic.

After a while, Qian Fatzi came to an extremely hidden cave, surrounded by weeds, if Qian Fatzi hadn't been here before, he couldn't believe that he had been killed, this was the place where the ancestors of the Qian family cultivated.

"Ancestor, I am the 999th generation descendant of the Qian family, my name is Qian Fatzi, I have something urgent to report to you!"

With his voice raised, the fat man shouted loudly, and the sound resounded throughout the back mountain, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

"Come in!"

Suddenly, there was a low voice in my ears, the sound was not loud, the penetration was extremely strong, no need to guess, it must be the voice of Qian Bicheng, the ancestor of the Qian family.

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

After three bows and nine knocks, the fat man of Qian went out of the cave in a hurry, passing through a dark cave, and the fat man quickly entered the depths of the cave, which was a space of 100 meters in radius, with bookshelves, platforms, swords, guns, swords, and halberds...... Everything you need, like a small warehouse.

Sitting on the platform, I saw a bad old man, with a gray beard and unkempt hair, no need to guess, this person is the ancestor of the Qian family, Qian Bicheng.

It's just that the shape of this body is a little similar to that of the fat man, it's all wonderful!

"Hehe, old ancestor, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are a lot older and younger, if you are in the world, you may not be able to charm many disabled women!"

As the saying goes, only sycophants don't wear thousands of clothes, and it is obvious that the fat man knows this well.

"Haha......"

"I love to hear this, let's say, what's going on today?"

Qian Bicheng had a kind face, and seemed to like this product very much.

"Ancestor, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, you see that I am almost eighteen years old, I want to contribute to the Qian family as soon as possible, but I am soft-spoken, and others don't listen!"

"It's hard!"

"It's really hard!"

Money fat man is serious nonsense.

"Well, it's worthy of being my descendant of Qian Bicheng, responsible, I like it...... In this way, when your father retires, you will be at the helm of the Qian family! ”

Qian Bicheng didn't hesitate at all, and without thinking about it, he handed over the future of the Qian family to a child under the age of eighteen, which is really nonsense!

"Ancestor, this time is different from the past, my father's set is outdated, and he can't keep up with the pace of the times, I want to ......"

In the front plate, he wanted to talk and stopped, the drunkard's intention was not to drink, but to be at the helm of the Qian family!