Violators Club

Chapter 1128 Every family has a hard-to-read scripture
Wudang Wang Ye, a poor Taoist leader who couldn't afford 20 yuan in his pocket.

But in fact, Daoist Wang Ye's father is a super rich man on the Forbes list, and he belongs to the big guy who can be on the news when he goes out for a meal, and the old man Wang Weiguo is also Wang Ye's father.

As the chairman of China Shipping Group, he has three children.

The eldest son is Wang You, the second son is Wang Yi, and the third son is Wang Ye.

It needs to be explained that the Wang family is actually not simple, and the three sons of Wang Weiguo can be regarded as dragons and phoenixes.

For some unknown reason, the eldest son, Wang, was only in charge of the overseas business of China Shipping Group and never cared about the domestic business. Although the second son was a little inferior, he was able to manage the company's business in an orderly manner.

In fact, what Wang Weiguo admired the most was his third son, Wang Ye, and his youngest son was a man of deep fortune.

In today's world, there are many Taoists and monks, and there are countless people who believe in these things, but how many people have the ability to understand them, and can really understand them?

Whether it is cultivating the Tao or the Buddha, this is not an easy task.

First of all, we must be rich enough. Why is the Buddha a Buddha?

Because the other party is a prince, there is no need to run around for three meals a day since he was born, so he has the time to think about these principles. Most people have to worry about their livelihoods, so naturally they don't have the time and energy.

Beyond that, you have to be interested enough.

As long as people have money and power, they will inevitably have a higher level of enjoyment.

The world of flowers and flowers is fascinating, and there are too many temptations in this world of mortals. Only those who can abandon these temptations and persevere in delving into the mysteries of them are the real practitioners.

Those who are not wealthy, perseverant, and talented cannot embark on this path. As for whether they can achieve positive results, this is another matter.

Therefore, those who practice must have deep blessings, and they are almost out of luck.

And Wang Ye, the third son of Wang Weiguo, is a man with deep blessings.

From the bottom of his heart, Wang Weiguo hopes that his youngest son, Wang, can also inherit the family business. After all, people with perseverance and intelligence can succeed in everything.

But he also knew in his heart that his son was a man of deep fortune, otherwise he would not have gone to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest.

The Wang family is very rich, and Lao Wang is also a rich man who has been on the list.

Their home is naturally extremely luxurious. It was past six o'clock in the evening. Although they were a little preoccupied, they buried all their troubles in their hearts the moment they opened the door.

A chubby, very rich old aunt.

Holding a translucent glass basin in his hand, there are springy noodles in it, and celery, cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, etc. are also placed on the table next to him.

When she saw Wang Ye, the old aunt had a happy smile on her face:

"Xiao Ye, are you back?"

At the moment when he saw the other party, a smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on the face of Daoist Wang Ye:

"I'm back, mom, what are you doing delicious, it's so delicious."

Skillfully pour the watered noodles into the bowl.

The old aunt, to be precise, should be Wang Ye's mother. She glanced not far away, lowered her head, and kept talking about Wang Weiguo who was noodle:
"Zhajiang noodles, eat it while it's hot, or your dad will eat it all."

As he said that, he picked up a large bowl of cold noodles for Wang Ye, and added all kinds of noodles. A large bowl of noodles with fried sauce was full. Smelling the familiar smell, Daoist Wang Ye couldn't help but smile on his face.

On the other side, seeing his wife's undisguised eccentricity, Wang Weiguo was a little dissatisfied, he snorted coldly:
"I'm not full, not enough noodles."

But the old aunt who loved her son didn't care at all, she gave Wang Weiguo a look:
"They're all so fat, what to eat, they're hungry!"

After finishing speaking, looking at the emaciated Daoist Wang Ye, he said with a distressed face: "This child has suffered, and there is nothing delicious on the mountain. Let's see how hungry you are."

Is Wang Yedao thin?

Not thin, but with a perfect body, a strong and strong figure, except for the dark circles under his eyes, which are a bit heavy, enough to beat ninety-nine out of ten young people, and even participate in classical bodybuilding, with harmonious and beautiful muscle lines all over his body.

The standard dress looks thin, and the undress has flesh.

But in the eyes of my mother, no matter how many catties you have, the food must reach your throat, otherwise this is not mother's love.

Of course, because Daoist Wang Ye is a practitioner, his appetite is naturally much larger than that of ordinary people. Even if the big bowl of noodles in front of him is more than enough for two or three people.

But for Daoist Wang Ye, it is not unacceptable.

And when Wang Yedao was eating noodles, he ate the last few shredded cucumbers. Wang Weiguo patted his stomach, looked at the young son who was not far away and bowed his head to cook, and thought flashed in his eyes:

"Xiao Ye, you have been back for several days, do you have any plans?"

The voice fell, and before Wang Ye raised his head, the second sister-in-law, who is also Wang Yi's wife, suddenly said at this moment:
"Dad, it's hard for Xiao Ye to come back. You can't let him rest for a few more days."

Sighing in my heart, I don't know what Taoist Wang Ye was thinking.

I only know that the moment he raised his head, there was a smile on his face, but there was a bit of helplessness in the depth of the smile:

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

On the other side, Wang Ye's second brother opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by his wife. After a moment of silence, he handed over some of Wang Ye's favorite noodles:

"Come on, eat noodles. Mom specially fried fried sauce for you."

Seeing all this, the old father Wang Weiguo shook his head imperceptibly.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, Taoist priest Wang Ye, who was wearing a pair of navy blue Taoist robes, pushed open the door of the room, and just as he was about to go out, a voice sounded not far away:
"go out?"

Turning his head to look at Wang Weiguo next to him, wearing yellow-brown plaid pajamas, with a rich face, holding a thermos tea cup in his hand, with tea leaves stretched out one by one.

Daoist Wang Ye glanced at him and said angrily:

"Can you drink less tea at night, it's not good for sleep."

Drinking tea is a habit. Everyone was poor when they were young. If they want to live a good life, they have to work hard and work harder than others. Wang Weiguo's habit of drinking tea was formed from that time.

He loves to drink tea, and he is not interested in teas that cost tens of thousands or 10,000+ on the market.

I like to drink jasmine, and it must be strong tea with dark color and strong taste.

And looking at the younger son in front of him, the fingers of the old father Wang Weiguo subconsciously rubbed the teacup, with a bit of hesitation on his expression:

"Your second brother..."

Wang Weiguo has three children. The eldest is not at home all year round and is currently in charge of overseas business. Although the youngest Wang is a genius, he became a monk early.

At present, the company's domestic business is mainly for the second son to try to get in touch.

Doesn't seem too bad?

Children have their own favorite things, and everyone is trying their best to display their talents, but every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. In the early days, Wang Weiguo did not train the second son, but the eldest son.

In addition, there is also a young son Wang Ye who is talented and loved by his parents?
Many things should not be looked at on the surface, but at a deeper level.

For example, at dinner tonight, Wang Weiguo just casually asked what Wang Ye's plans were going to be, and whether his father would help arrange everything.

The daughter-in-law of the second child didn't give herself a chance to speak at all, and interrupted herself first.

In the shopping malls for dozens of years, what has Wang Weiguo not seen?

He could figure out his daughter-in-law's tricks with his knees. Isn't it because they are afraid that their youngest son will come back to fight for power?
But the problem is that the king is also his son and their younger brother.

The most ruthless emperor's family, this is not yet at the level of the emperor, it is all kinds of intrigue.

Where is home?
It is a safe haven for people to let go of all guards. Lao Wang never said that everything in the family should be handed over to the second child. His three children are not distinguished by high or low.

The youngest son, Wang Ye, has only been back for a few days, is this kind of virtue?

Those who knew it was his youngest son who had returned, but those who didn't know thought it was his illegitimate son born outside.

The attitude of the second daughter-in-law made Lao Wang very dissatisfied. He thought it was necessary for him to say something to Wang Ye, but before he finished speaking, Wang Ye, who already knew what his father meant, interrupted the other party in advance:
"Father, don't forget, I am a cultivator."

(End of this chapter)