Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

There was dead silence in the silent fortress.

As the old man finished speaking, in the corridor of the fortress, only the prisoners’ bodies trembled, causing the iron chains to make a crisp and heart-pounding sound.

Li Zihang stood quietly by the side, staring at the imprisoned person.

His expression was serious, without any surprise or emotion.

He understood that being born into such a family and being the head of a clan, such things were unavoidable.

The imprisoned man's trembling became more violent, and the sound of the chains became louder.

Every tremor seemed to convey endless pain and fear, making people feel pity for his situation.

However, Li Zihang's heart was not swayed by this emotion.

He knew very well that the current situation was not accidental and that there must be some unknown truth hidden in it.

In this quiet atmosphere, time seems to have stood still.

When the old man saw the imprisoned second butler, he seemed to recall old memories.

The old man said in a heavy and hateful tone.

"Jianwei, do you know why I kept you here for so many years?"

The second butler, whose ankles were locked with iron chains, did not move and was still trembling in the corner.

The old man said to him

"I locked you up for 25 years and tortured you for 25 years."

"Now, your last bit of usefulness is gone. This is the last time I see you."

The second butler, who was originally trembling in the corner, heard the old man's words.

The shaking stopped instantly, and since its tongue had been cut off, it could not speak.

He used half of his palm to pry open his eyes which were blocked by his hair, and took a deep look at Li Zihang and his grandson.

Li Zihang saw a look in his eyes that seemed to show a look of finally being relieved.

The old man continued.

"You didn't expect that I would not be without descendants. Next to you is my grandson."

"He's very good, even better than when he was younger than me."

"Your last wish can be shattered now."

"Oh, let me tell you one more thing. The master has gone overseas. Those prodigals are not having a good time now."

"What you desired then is not worth mentioning now."

The old man saw the person he once trusted the most being tortured by him for twenty-five years.

All kinds of emotions suddenly arose, and the old man continued in a complicated tone.

"At the beginning, I trusted you 100%, why did you still betray me?"

"In the first few years, I couldn't figure it out. But thank you for teaching me a lesson."

"It taught me a lesson firsthand, and it also taught me that no one can be trusted 100%."

When the old man said this, he looked a little depressed and regretful.

"This lesson cost me a pair of sons and daughters."

"This is a lesson I will never forget~"

"Whenever I think of you, I can't sleep."

After the old man finished speaking, he was lost in memories for a long time.

Li Zihang frowned, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.

He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, already knowing the general situation in his mind.

He could imagine how the old man had given full trust to the second butler, but the second butler chose to betray for the sake of power and status.

In this dark and damp corner, a man was imprisoned for twenty-five years.

His body was thin, his face was haggard, and his eyes revealed endless pain and regret.

Once, his betrayal resulted in the death of his second uncle and aunt.

When the old man learned the truth, he was furious and locked him up here, causing him to suffer physical and mental torture.

Every day, men suffer in the small, dark, damp underground abandoned coal mines that never see the light of day.

At this moment, the second butler curled up in the corner, recalling every detail of the past, his heart filled with self-blame and sadness.

The walls were engraved with his regrets, the dark torture, and the physical pain that left his body old and weak.

The memories and mental torture made his days feel like years.

He longed for forgiveness and to be free, but death seemed just a luxury.

In this endless torment, he gradually lost hope in life, and his soul seemed to be trapped in this dark place forever.

Until he heard the old man say that he was no longer of any use.

Now he knew he was finally free.

At this moment, he felt relaxed physically and mentally. Sometimes death is really a desire, a luxury, and also a relief.

The old man now came out of his memories.

He turned his head to look at his grandson and said.

"Xiao Hang, this is the mastermind behind the murder of your second uncle and aunt."

"I kept him to remind myself that people at our level should never trust anyone 100%."

"Even if it's your own family, you have to leave some room for them."

"The people who often kill others are the ones they trust the most."

The old man looked at Li Zihang with deep eyes.

Then he said to him.

"Grandson~"

"I learned this truth only after my two children died."

"You must keep this truth in mind and engrave it in your bones."

The old man said with a stronger tone.

"No one can be trusted 100%."

"You can't completely trust anyone, including me and your grandma."

"Sometimes, good intentions can lead to bad results, and some people will act on their own. There are also some idiots who will misunderstand your meaning."

After the old man said this, Li Zihang was completely stunned.

He seemed to be in the dark abyss of his own heart.

He has always firmly believed in his outlook on life, values ​​and world view.

At this moment, his three views all collapsed.

When he heard the warning from his grandfather, whom he trusted 100% in his heart.

You have to be on guard against him, and even your grandmother has to leave some room for him.

There was despair and confusion in his eyes, and his past determination was shattered into countless pieces.

His grandfather's words were like a sharp sword, piercing his last bit of beautiful ideals for the world and making him begin to doubt his own cognition.

Once upon a time, grandpa was a safe haven in his life.

He is someone he trusts unconditionally.

But now, he had to re-examine this trust and felt an unspeakable pain.

He was struggling inside, his thoughts tangled like a tangled mess.

The subversion of his worldview made him feel confused, and he began to doubt everything around him.

The old man looked at Li Zihang who was confused and in pain.

There was also a hint of heartache in his eyes.

It is really not something that ordinary people can do to personally break the three views of his grandson, whom he trusts the most.

The old man also destroyed with his own hands the last bit of kindness that Li Zihang had in this world.

The old man looked at his grandson who was doubting his life, and his tone was somewhat resolute.

"Xiao Hang, go and avenge your uncle and aunt with your own hands."

"This is why I kept him all these years. This is also my last lesson for you."

"From now on, you will shoulder the heavy responsibility of this family."

After hearing this, Li Zihang walked into the cell like a walking corpse.

Without hesitation, he decisively kicked the second butler, Zhao Jianwei, in the chest.

The force of this kick was so great that his chest collapsed instantly.

Second steward Zhao Jianwei, at the last moment of his life.

There was only a look of relief in his eyes.

The second butler collapsed on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. He forced himself to turn his head and gave Li Zihang a deathly smile.

Li Zihang saw Zhao Jianwei who was lifeless.

On his dirty face, with blood on his mouth, he still had a sincere smile.

Li Zihang's expression showed no sign of being touched.

There was only confusion in his eyes.