Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Zhong Mengshen would never be willing to surrender his family business that he had worked so hard for decades, even if the other party was his nominal daughter and son-in-law, he also had the right to inherit his property.

However, not to mention that Zhong Yueqing is his least favorite daughter, and Peng Zhi has never been his favorite son-in-law. He is aimed at the two people's covetousness, love and leisure, even if this huge family business is handed over to them, Sooner or later, he will be completely defeated.

What's more, if all the family property is returned to Peng Zhi, what should they do as a big family? Are they all going to drink Xibeifeng?

This makes Zhong Mengshen willing!

Song Fengchen sighed softly and got it.

He was about to speak when there was a knock on the door, followed by someone respectfully saying outside the door: "Master, Miss and Mr. Peng are here, saying that they want to see you."

Hearing this, all the Zhong family members present showed an angry expression, and Zhong Mengshen said in a bitter voice, "What are the two dogs doing?"

After speaking, he clutched his chest and coughed violently.

Standing by the side, Jia Yan hurriedly stepped forward, slapped the back of his skinny hand with one hand, and put the other hand on his heart to give him comfort.

Seeing Zhong Mengshen's pale and out of breath, Jia Yan said with a cold face, "I just don't understand, you said that you were dead to her, but In the end, you half-footed into the coffin, but you still thought about her. Now it's alright, you still treat her as a daughter, but she is going to kill you with outsiders!"

"Ahem..."

Hearing this, Zhong Mengshen stared angrily, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Zhong Zanyu eagerly persuaded: "Okay, mom, it's about this time, you still say this, aren't you poking dad's heart..."

After a lot of juggling, Zhong Mengshen eased his anger and took a sip of ginseng tea with Jia Yan's hand.

He looked up at the door of the room, panting lightly, obviously suppressing something, his voice hoarse, and said: "Bring them in, I want to see what other tricks they can play."

"Yes." The man outside the door whispered.

The rapid footsteps faded away, and after a while, the door was pushed open from the outside to the inside with the clatter of high-heeled shoes.

"Oh, it's all here!" The visitor wore a black polka-dot shirt, red high-waisted shorts, a sun hat and light-colored curly hair. He was freshly dressed and looked young. He didn't look like a person in his fifties at all. .

Standing next to her was a man in his sixties, with oil on his hair, wearing a straight black suit, and a gentleman.

With a blushing face, he helped the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and bowed at first sight: "Dad, mom, brother..."

Zhong Zanyu looked at them coldly: "What are you doing back?"

While taking off her gloves, Zhong Yueqing looked at Zhong Zanyu's mother and her son. She sneered, "I am also surnamed Zhong anyway, do I have to get your approval to return to my own home?"

All the Zhong family members present were indifferent, and no one was in the mood to quarrel with Zhong Yueqing again.

Zhong Yueqing snorted, consciously boring, and she simply opened the door to talk. She looked at Zhong Mengshen, "Dad, this is the twenty-eighth day, have you made a decision?"

Zhong Mengshen's face was sullen, his eyes fixed on Zhong Yueqing, and he was in a posture of wishing to devour the other party alive.

Seeing his expression, Zhong Yueqing smiled even more. Her face was half relieved and half gloating, and continued: "It's not that I said, I blame Dad for what you did is a bit too wicked, and now I have been retributed. Right. Although Azhi’s grandfather’s methods are a bit straightforward, dad, you have to be considerate and considerate that his old man’s mood is not..."

"So you came here on purpose today to show off your power?" Zhong Zanyu said angrily.

Zhong Yueqing glanced at him, "What's the use of me, Zhong Zanyu, if you are really filial, you should persuade your father to make a decision early. Anyway, I married Peng Zhi, and the Peng Zhong family can be regarded as Qin Jin. It’s great, but now, because of this, Dad’s good person has become like this..."

When Zhong Yueqing finally said enough, Peng Zhi persuaded him to say: "Okay, Yueqing, you just need to say a few words at this time."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhong Mengshen, and said with a face of Chen Ken: "Dad, we don't want to make things like this, but who made Grandpa Grandpa angry at that time, so he would release such cruel words. ."

Peng Zhi softened his tone: "Actually, he didn't really want to do anything to you. After all, if he killed you, he couldn't eat and walk around. But even if you say that, you occupy the treasured land of my Peng family. It’s an indisputable fact, it’s not! But everything has room for maneuver. I came to you today just to discuss with you how to solve this matter."

The ridicule in Zhong Mengshen's eyes could not be more obvious, he said coldly: "If you have any words, just say it straight, don't talk about these and none, as if I would believe it."

Hearing this, Peng Zhi was not at all annoyed, "Actually, I know your concerns, so let’s just take care of your family of four for so many years. The Zhong family’s wealth is only 80% of the Peng’s family. ."

He stretched out his thumb and forefinger to make gestures, and then continued: "I think the remaining 20% ​​of the family property should not be a problem to feed your second elder and younger brother. What's more, with the Jia family as the backer, the younger brother’s business talent is naturally Needless to say, it is only a matter of time to create another Zhong family. What do you think?"

Peng Zhi's words sounded sincere, provided that Zhong Yueqing beside him did not show a charity look.

"Soldiers first, then salute, hit a stick and then give a sweet date, good calculation." Zhong Mengshen sneered: "In your eyes, is Zhong Mengshen such a bully?"

If Peng Zhi came to the door a few days earlier and he heard this, he could not agree with him. But there was Song Fengchen here at the moment, even if his knowledge of Song Fengchen was heard from Chen Bingwen, this did not prevent him from using Song Fengchen as a life-saving straw, and believed that the other party would be able to help him solve this matter.

Hearing this, the smile on Peng Zhi's face disappeared a little bit, and he said blankly: "Listen to what you mean, this is to toast and not eat fine wine?"

Without waiting for Zhong's family to reply, Peng Zhi raised his chin, condescendingly, and said unhurriedly: "Since you don't want to listen to me, Dad, let my grandfather come over and talk to you in person!"

The complexion of the Zhong family changed.

As soon as the voice fell, a harsh buzzing sound came from my ears, followed by the violent shaking of the chandelier on the ceiling. The lights were on and off, and a gust of wind rose on the ground.

As soon as the light returned to normal, a figure suddenly appeared beside Peng Zhi.

The old man’s gaze was dark, his gaze flicked over the Zhong family, who was terrified and afraid to take a breath, and finally landed on Zhong Mengshen, who was holding his head and howling in pain. He sneered and said: "Why, It's all for this, do you want to carry it?"

"Dad--" Zhong Zanyu exclaimed, and he rushed up subconsciously.

The old man frowned, and the light from the corner of his eye fell on Zhong Zanyu.

Zhong Zanyu's face was white, followed by a plop, and his legs knelt down uncontrollably.

"You are deceiving too much--" Zhong Mengshen panted roughly, gritted his teeth.

The old man sneered and said, “I advise you to stop struggling. Although I dare not directly kill you, there are still methods to torture people. You don’t want to have this one on your head every day. Your sarcoma."

Before the words fell, a few steps behind the old man, a golden light suddenly burst out, followed by an ear-piercing sound.

A strong anxiety surged into my heart, and the old man shrank, and hurriedly hid to the right, but it was too late. The golden light slammed on the old man's back, and as he screamed, the golden light passed through him. After his soul body turned into nothingness, only a bowl-sized cavity was left in his chest.

"Who?" The old man retreated in embarrassment and looked around. Finally, his eyes were fixed on Song Fengchen, who was incompatible with the panicked Zhong family: "Who are you, why are you attacking me?"

It happened so suddenly that Zhong Zanyu, who was kneeling on the ground, was the first to recover, and there was a flash of ecstasy in his eyes. He shouted, "Master Song——"

Song Fengchen looked calm, looked at the old man, and said: "If you have something to say, violent coercion is a bit too much."