Rebirth of the super rich second generation

"Huh?" Lorraine was taken aback when he heard the words, but replied truthfully, "Room 816."

"Well, I hope you don't mind. In order to ensure your safety, I ordered Lu Chuan to stay overnight at the Blue Rain Hotel last night. He lives on the same floor as you. I will call him and ask him to find you. He Will drive you to the place where we meet."

Lorraine smiled when he heard the words, this Hu Yidao was very careful: "That's very good."

Sure enough, less than 3 minutes after the phone was hung up, there was a knock on the door.

Lorraine went to open the door and found that Lu Chuan was smiling, nodded respectfully and said, "Mr. Luo, let's go."

Chapter 176 Hatred

Lorraine and Liu Wanchuan sat in the car Lu Chuan drove to the agreed interview location with Hu Yidao.

At the same time, Liu Zhuangyang's side.

Liu's mansion.

Sitting on the sofa in the hall was a young man who was extremely listless and had bloodshot eyes. His name was Qian Hu.

When he got the news of his father's murder, he fell into this state. Obviously, he didn't sleep all night and looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown.The air around him seemed to be about to condense, and anyone who passed by him could smell a strong smell of hatred.

"Nephew, my condolences are changing. You have been sitting like this for a whole night. If you don't rest, your body will collapse." Liu Zhuangyang was sitting on the single sofa beside him at this time, smoking a cigar and taking a puff. He exhaled the smoke without a mouthful, with a sad expression on his face, and he said with relief, "Also, your father's funeral should be held as soon as possible. The longer it is delayed, the better it is. It's very disrespectful to him."

Qian Hu hasn't said a single word since last night, and he looks like he has lost his mind. Of course, this is understandable. His father, who was fine two days ago, was killed just like that. Zhuangyang said that the murderer who killed his father was still Lorraine!That bastard Lorraine who drove their father and son away from home and came to Silkyang City! ! !

However, Qian Hu, as Qian Wanwan's only son, did not speak. Liu Zhuangyang has no right to decide the time of Qian Wanwan's funeral and cremate him.

Having spent the whole night with Qian Hu, Liu Zhuangyang also had a very headache. He hadn't noticed this kid before, so stubborn, so pedantic. Now, seeing his terrifying appearance of wanting to cut his father's murderer into pieces, Liu Zhuangyang Still wiping sweat fiercely from the bottom of his heart, after all, no matter what, it was he who cut the knife with his own hands and ended Qian Wanwan's life.If Qian Hu knew that he did it, he would have no doubt that this hard-working child would do some crazy revenge.

However, after Liu Zhuangyang thought about it, although Lorraine knew about the killing of Qian Wanwan himself, but seeing Qian Hu like this, he would definitely not choose to believe Lorraine. No proof.Even if Lorraine spread rumors to the outside world, saying that Liu Zhuangyang killed Qian Wanwan with his own hands, Qian Hu would never believe it, he was still sure of it.Therefore, there is no need to worry that Qian Hu will hate him.

Now Qian Hu obviously regards Lorraine as the patricide murderer who killed thousands of knives. How deep is Liu Zhuangyang's city mansion talking about, and he thought, it is better to make good use of this point. If Qian Hu finally ends Lorraine's life with his own hands , that is of course the best, since I can save myself the crime of committing a murder with my own hands, and also be a favor, why not do it?

Besides, Qian Hu still has to rely on his old uncle Liu Zhuangyang, otherwise, how can a young guy with a whole body get revenge?

It's a pity... the wishful thinking in my heart is playing louder, and it's not appropriate if Qian Hu doesn't say anything... Liu Zhuangyang is waiting to quickly organize the funeral of Qian Million, and then use the funeral to obliterate Lorraine The black arrest warrant was released in the underground world of Silkyang City, and finally dealt a severe blow to Lorraine, and quickly strengthened his own power.

After a short pause, Liu Zhuangyang managed to suppress the irritability in his heart, and continued to enlighten him patiently: "Nephew... We'd better organize your father's funeral as soon as possible. Don't worry, there is an old man standing here. Your father will definitely be buried with honor, and then the old uncle will tell the whole world what a bastard that Lorraine is!! Believe in the strength of the old uncle, he will definitely be able to avenge you!"

Finally hearing Liu Zhuangyang's words to help his father avenge, Qian Hu's heart trembled slightly, as if he had recovered mentally. Obviously, Liu Zhuangyang's words still lifted his mood.During the whole night of meditation, he had only one thought in his mind: to seek revenge from Lorraine! !

However, Qian Hu is well aware of how weak he is alone. Without Liu Zhuangyang to rely on, he wants to find Lorraine Baocheng whose direct background is at least stronger than his own.

He knew that Liu Zhuangyang would never stand by and watch his father's death. With his underworld power in Silkyang City, Lorraine had to shed a layer of skin before he died!

"Uncle...my dad, how did he die..." Suddenly, Qian Hu said in a low voice, his eyes were filled with hatred, speaking to his hoarse and strange voice.

Hearing these words, Liu Zhuangyang's heart trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at Qian Hu's eyes, why did this kid ask how his father died? ? ?Is it possible to suspect that I can kill it? ? ? ... No, no, there is no doubt in his eyes.

What does he mean by this sentence? ?

After thinking about it carefully, Liu Zhuangyang suddenly realized, it seems that this kid wants to ask his father how he died, right?

"From here..." Immediately, Liu Zhuangyang slowly raised his hand and gestured on his neck, then gestured horizontally, and said slowly, "One opening, open here." Before he finished speaking, he put down his hand , patted Qian Hu on the shoulder lightly, "Nephew, condolences. Don't worry, as long as the funeral is successfully held, the old man will have the ability to issue a black arrest warrant. If we don't call the police, it will be too cheap to call the police to arrest him, that bastard boy , the old uncle wants him to become a street rat in Silkyang City and everyone shouts and beats him!! Wait until he is exhausted...and then kill him!!"

Hearing this, Qian Hu's body began to tremble involuntarily, and he cut his neck with a knife. The suffocating feeling of dying is so unbearable...Father, the death was so miserable...Last night Before knowing his father's sad news, he was still enjoying killing enemies with a knife in the game. In the end, this kind of retribution fell on his father Qian Wanwan. This world is too dramatic, God seems It's like punishing the father and son!

However, Qian Hu is well aware of the truth that the debtor has the owner, he must find Lorraine, and then...

Thinking of this, Qian Hu's eyes suddenly flashed a vicious look that he had never shown before. It was horrifying. The scarlet light made Liu Zhuangyang on the side tremble, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: " I... want to kill Lorraine with my own hands!!!"

Liu Zhuangyang wiped off a trace of cold sweat in his heart, the power of hatred is too powerful, it would make such a worthless, even a young boy who was once even more useless than his own son, show such a frightening expression.Fortunately, Qian Hu didn't know that his father was killed by Liu Zhuangyang himself, otherwise, Liu Zhuangyang would probably wake up from a dream.

"Nephew, don't worry, I will give the final blow to end his life...to you!! Let you avenge your father with your own hands!!" At the same time, Liu Zhuangyang patted Qian Hu on the shoulder and reminded , "So... without further ado, let's start preparing for your father's funeral now?"

Hearing these words, Qian Hu finally couldn't restrain himself anymore, tears poured out of his eyes, the hatred was deeply buried in his heart, his emotions completely collapsed, and the gushing tears washed away his sourness Painful and swollen eyes, and then, emotionally broken, he no longer had the support of the belief of extreme hatred, and his fragile physique, which was deeply hit, began to tremble, and his whole body was like a deflated ball. He slid off the sofa and sat on the ground with his mouth open, tears streaming down from his eyes in pain, without making a sound, but full of silent sorrow, Liu Zhuangyan couldn't help but twitch his nose when he looked at it. acid.

Anyway, the relationship between father and son is still moving.

It doesn't matter whether the father and son are heroes admired by everyone, or bears cast aside by everyone!

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In less than an hour, preparations for the funeral were finally completed quickly. At the right time, under the leadership of Liu Zhuangyang, Qian Hu, the only son of Qian Wanwan, dressed in linen and filial piety, holding his father's photo, sat at the front of the funeral car. In the passenger seat.The funeral car led the way, followed by more than [-] black cars of all colors. On the main streets and roads of Siyang City, paper money was sprinkled, and funeral music was blown, and people in some corner of Siyang City did not know about money. Millions of deaths.

After coming out of the crematorium, they drove slowly towards the burial cemetery that Liu Zhuangyang bought with a lot of money. It was located on a high valley, the location was very good, and the environment was good.Of course, the reason why the burial place was chosen in that cemetery is because... There are many people who can stand there. He wants to tell some colleagues on the road who are invited to participate that he, Liu Zhuangyang, wants to issue a "black message" to Lorraine. "Wanted"! !

The weather was fine, God didn't seem to want rain to set off the sad atmosphere, and even the cloudy sky was lazy.

Under the sun, with the burial of Qian Wanwan's ashes, the funeral music sounded, and Qian Hu knelt in front of the grave, crying until he was in tears.After the burial was over, Liu Zhuangyang stood in front of Qian Wanwan's newly completed tomb, and announced loudly to the eleven or twelve people who were more or less famous on the road who were more or less inclined to Liu Zhuangyang's side. Lorraine released the news of "Black Wanted Order", in the name of brothers! !In the name of morality! !Hunt down Lorraine!Until death! !

Speaking of which, Liu Zhuangyang expressed such impassioned emotion that at the moment he finished his last sentence, many people in front of him shouted in unison, clearly because Liu Zhuangyang did not hesitate to take revenge for his brother. Infected by his feat!

However, among the eleven or twelve people who were all in black funeral formal attire, the boss of the Jiangnan tribe, Lu Lian, had a faint smile on his eyes, and thought in his heart: Hehe, Liu Zhuangyang is indeed Liu Zhuangyang, I am afraid he wants to take advantage of this Take this opportunity, let's grow our momentum in Silkyang City! !Wishful thinking, hit so loud! !The poor orphan with millions of dollars is kept in the dark, but he doesn't know that someone is using his father's death to make some ulterior motives!

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In Silkyang City, one side is howling with sorrow, and the other side is chatting freely.

At the same time, on the top floor of the CNM International Business SOHO Building in the center of Siyang City, a mild monsoon blows in. A small white round table is placed with a French vintage red wine. Lorraine and Hu Yidao are facing each other. Sitting behind them, Liu Wanchuan and Lu Chuan stood respectfully.

"I just received the news..." Hu Yidao lightly sipped the goblet of red wine in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "Liu Zhuangyang has officially announced to the underground world of Silkyang City, sending you... Black warrant."

Chapter 177 Negotiations

"..."

Lorraine was silent for a while, then picked up the goblet in front of him, tasted it carefully, and said with a half-smile: "I heard that this brand of aged red wine can be eaten together with eight-year-old beef. Tastes like chocolate, doesn't it?"

Hu Yidao was taken aback by Lorraine's question, and didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he answered his question after thinking about it: "Wine tasting is a science, even though I have at least a glass of red wine with my meal every day. , but I'm actually not a qualified wine taster. Let me say that it varies from person to person. Indeed, someone said that this [-]-year-old French Marousse Lafayette series is aged Red wine can taste the taste of chocolate. The premise is that it depends on the mood of the person tasting the wine at that time, just like the authentic Mexican coffee without additives. After the entrance, it will be divided into two flavors. The aftertaste of the fragrance. Which flavor is more preferred depends on the mood when tasting."

"Well, what Brother Dao said is right, it varies from person to person." Lorraine smiled suddenly, raised the goblet in his hand, swayed the aged red wine in the glass, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the wine in the sun. Under the blood-red light, "The black arrest warrant is certainly terrifying. But it was Liu Zhuangyang who issued the arrest warrant, and I, Lorraine, received the arrest warrant."

"Oh?"

Hu Yidao raised his eyebrows. He understood Lorraine's meaning, raised his hand and touched the inconspicuous scar on the side of Gang Yi's face disrespectfully, and said with a smile, "So confident?"

"There are two types of self-confidence." Lorraine shrugged, looking very relaxed, "One is blind self-confidence, and the other is self-confidence."

"Hehe, I hope you belong to the second type. At least, you can't be the first type." Hu Yidao smiled slightly, put down his glass, and met Lorraine's gaze with his eyes, as if he wanted to see the young man in front of him thoroughly. Generally, "But seeing your demeanor that doesn't feel nervous at all, I should hope it's good."

"My confidence comes from you, Brother Dao." Lorraine also put down his wine glass, met Hu Yidao's eyes, and smiled, "As long as we can win a win-win situation, then this kind of cooperative relationship can continue wirelessly, even It's ... more in-depth cooperation."

Hu Yidao squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and looked at the clear sky in the distance. Instead of answering Lorraine's words, he snapped his fingers at Lu Chuan beside him. A cigar was handed to Hu Yidao, who had just put the cigar on his mouth when Lu Chuan lit a lighter and lit the cigar.

"Hush...huh..."

After taking a deep breath, thick gray smoke rose slowly from Hu Yidao's mouth, gradually condensed, diffused, and then diffused and disappeared under the clear sky.