Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

Soon, it’s New Year.

Wu Sanxing, Jie Lianhuan and the others are going out after the New Year.

Several families gathered at the Crescent Hotel, including the Wu family and the Jie family from Jiumen, as well as the Huo family.

Huo Xiangu always has a cold face, but Huo Xiuxiu is very cute, although she is a little timid in front of her grandma.

Er Yuehong looked around with emotion, and finally his eyes fell on Mu Mu.

Mumu was smiling as he played with a group of friends, his eyes were smiling and he looked very cute.

He has no regrets...

At Mumu's strong request, several people took a group photo. The young man and Zhang Rishan in the same frame made Zhang Rishan very restrained.

Almost a month after the Chinese New Year, Er Yuehong passed away.

He died in February and was buried next to his beloved wife.

His favorite disciple was in charge of the overall situation and guarding the mourning hall.

At night, Yin Qiaomu, with red eyes, knelt in the mourning hall and muttered to his master, "Master, you haven't even worn the costume I made for you yet."

"I just learned how to make plain noodles, and you haven't tried it yet."

"Why are you so anxious to meet Master's wife?"

"Master's Wife, you must scold Master. He may... may... finally get what he wanted!"

Yin Qiumu choked up for a moment, he couldn't say anything bad about the old man.

When Chenpi climbed over the wall, he saw only him.

He walked over and said, "Humph! Cruel old man, you would rather die than let me see you!"

Yin Qiaomu glanced at him coldly and said, "Get lost!"

Chenpi pretended not to hear and was about to kneel down and kowtow to Er Yuehong.

Yin Qiaomu swung a whip and said, "Master won't see you. He has never had a disciple like you!"

"Don't dirty Master's mourning hall! Get out!"

Chenpi also got angry, and he was about to take a step forward.

Luo Que, Qingniao and three other people pointed guns at him.

Chenpi suppressed his anger and said nothing. He just glanced at the gentle person in the photo.

He left, and before leaving he laughed, "You are quite something, manage the Hong family well, you won't be so quiet!"

Xie Yuchen rushed over when the burial was taking place. He didn't care about the dirt on the ground and knelt down and kowtowed.

He had no choice. The Xie family was eyeing him covetously, and his father and third uncle had not returned yet.

Yin Qiaomu helped Xie Yuchen up and said, "I'm here."

Xie Yuchen turned his face away. He didn't want Mu Mu to see his tears.

"I'm going back."

Yin Qiaomu looked at Xiaohua's back and was silent.

Children always grow up in an instant.

With the death of Wu Laogou, Wu Sanxing's return with the death of Jie Lianhuan, and Wu Xie's silence, the Jie family fell into chaos.

Yin Qiaomu was at the Crescent Hotel, watching them singing and dancing, toasting each other.

The longer the chaos lasted, the longer Yin Qiumu remained silent.

Yin Nanfeng felt very distressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Finally, Yin Qiumu put on light clothes on this day.

He was holding a whip and a pistol, and was leading Luoque, Qingniaoyiying and Sifeng, with a bunch of stick slaves following behind him.

The stick slaves abandoned their sticks and each picked up a submachine gun.

The submachine gun was covered with cloth, after all, it could not be displayed in public and embarrass the government.

A group of people came in a mighty procession and broke into the door of the Lijia branch.

The first one was Uncle Jie Wu, the old man who led the clamor.

He kicked the door open and walked into the hall.

Yin Qiaomu said expressionlessly, "Those who caused trouble that day were all killed."

Yin Qiumu sat in the main seat in the hall, listening to a group of people screaming.

The gunshots lasted less than half an hour. Yin Qiaomu sighed and said, "That's all?"

Master Jie Wu was trembling with fear. This guy is a madman!

"Young Master, please be magnanimous and spare my life!"

Yin Qiaomu stretched out his hand. "I want shares! The market price!"

"Give, give, give! I'll give!"

Master Jie Wu nodded repeatedly. This kid and Jie Yuchen are of the same mind.

Can't you see? This guy is here to seek support!

He just made things difficult for Jie Yuchen yesterday, and now he comes to my house today.

In the spirit of "a friend's death is better than my own death", Master Wu Xie said, "Master Liu and Master San of the Xie family have been making things difficult for the head of the family, and even called him a sissy!"

Yin Qiaomu nodded and looked at him with a smile, "You are very good. I hope you can remember this title of head of the family for the rest of your life!"

After the group of people left, Yin Qiaomu stood at the door and said to Master Jie Wu, "Jie Yuchen, the one behind you is the Crescent Hotel! You are the second master of the Red Mansion!"

"Those who offend him should think twice before committing suicide! You will offend the Crescent Hotel and the Hong Family!"

On the same day, Yin Qiumu took back most of the shares and quotation.

Of course, two-thirds of the Xie family branch died.

The second master of the Yin family, his behavior and reputation of protecting his son, became known completely.

Don't mess with him, Yin Nanfeng is at most engaging in a business war with you, she has her reservations.

But this man, you have no moral principles at all! I'll just kill you!

That evening, Xie Yuchen received a pile of contracts and looked at the thick notebooks, bills and contacts on the table.

Xie Yuchen wrapped his arms around himself, buried his head in his arms, and chuckled with a trembling voice.