After paying respects to the Tu family couple, Chen Zaohua asked Tu Hong, "Brother, what do you want to do next?"

This question left Tu Hong completely bewildered.

He had been holding back his anger, feeling that his father had wronged his mother, and he wanted to take revenge on his father.

Of course, besides separating the two graves, the way to retaliate against Tu Lao Er was that, as his father's only descendant, he absolutely could not give the Tu family any face.

Adhering to this philosophy, he continued to drift along until his thirties.

He's neither married nor established in his career, and it seems he hasn't made a name for himself yet.

But things are different now. Now he is the descendant of a martyr who acted bravely and righteously, and he has to make a name for himself in life.

"I... I haven't thought about it yet. But I can't keep drifting along like this."

Seeing that he had resolved his inner conflict, Chen Zaohua had a plan in mind. However, she could not make this decision on her own; she had to go back and obtain Li Xiangdong's consent first.

The two reached a fork in the road. Tu Hong greeted them and was about to leave when Chen Zaohua grabbed his arm. "Brother, come with me first!"

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Just as Li Xiangdong had someone send Chen Zaohua and Tu Hong's hair, along with the hair follicles, to Yanjing, Chen Zaohua and Tu Hong returned to their rented courtyard.

Zhou Hongsong was practicing boxing in the yard. He had recently sparred with Yu Shi and benefited greatly from it.

So now Zhou Hongsong practices in the yard whenever he has free time.

Tu Hong had just stepped in when he saw Zhou Hongsong's eyes widen, and he was shouting in a low voice as he threw a powerful punch.

"Wow!"

Tu Hong nimbly pulled his leg back, saying, "Zao Hua'er, I'll come see you again tomorrow..."

Chen Zaohua was baffled, not knowing why he had gone back on his word. With a slip of the hand, Tu Hong had slipped away.

"Hey! Bro! What are you doing—"

Tu Hong disappeared in a flash, leaving Chen Zaohua anxiously stamping her feet in front of the door.

Zhou Hongsong clenched his fist, let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and told Chen Zaohua, "He was scared away!"

"Huh? It ran away in fright?"

Chen Zaohua looked completely bewildered.

Just then, Li Xiangdong came out and told her with a smile how Tu Hong and Xu Si'er had planned to ambush them with clubs that night, but were instead killed instead.

Chen Zaohua suddenly realized, "No wonder he was like a mouse seeing a cat the moment he saw Hongsong!"

"What a coincidence! I never imagined that you two had this connection!"

"Sigh, I really didn't expect him to turn out like this."

As they chatted, they walked into the house, and Chen Zaohua seized the opportunity to tell Li Xiangdong about her thoughts.

"Xiang Dong, no matter how much of a scoundrel Tu Hong is, he's still my benefactor. He's currently unemployed, and I was wondering if we could let him work for us?"

The experiences of the past few years have transformed Chen Zaohua from a timid and repressed young wife into a mature and stable career woman.

“I’ll pay his salary myself! I just want him to be able to live a normal life as soon as possible.”

If you keep swaying like that, you'll ruin your life.

Li Xiangdong waved his hand, "Sure, there's a job coming up right away, let him come and help."

Chen Zaohua happily agreed, and Li Xiangdong added, "I'll still pay the salary."

"That won't do! This is already very..."

"Alright, Sister Zaohua, it's settled then."

They had just sat down and hadn't even spoken when Li Guoqing came over.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were bright, and he looked very excited.

"Second Brother, the phone! Boss Qian's phone!"

"..."

Qian Shiren across from him didn't say anything more than coldly, "I've bought all your clivia."

Since the major investor has said so, Li Xiangdong and his team have no objections whatsoever.

Just as everyone was busily preparing to sell flowers, Qian Shiren threw another tantrum after hanging up the phone.

Li Hanzhong, who was originally living in Shanghai with his wife and children, oh, now he should be called Qian Hanzhong.

Originally, Qian Shiren wanted to change his name to Qian Chengye, but changing the surname was Li Hanzhong's bottom line. He refused to change his name no matter what, so in the end, they compromised and called him Qian Hanzhong.

Qian Shiren originally thought that since his son and Li Xiangdong were cousins, he could use their relationship to his advantage and save money.

Qian Hanzhong didn't understand business. He frowned as he watched his father laugh one moment and get angry the next.

"You're coming with me in a bit!"

Qian Shiren put his hands on his hips and frowned.

"I don't know anything about business, what would I do there!"

"You, you...you're my son! This family business is so big, you don't understand it? Are you suggesting I hand it over to someone else?!"

Qian Hanzhong's eyebrows were so tightly knit they could trap two flies. "I don't know how to do that either. All I know is farming and raising fish..."

Qian Shiren felt a sharp pain in his heart. He had done something wrong in his past life, which was why he had no children other than this peasant son...

Sigh, if all else fails, I'll just have to raise my grandson.

While worrying about having no successor, Qian Shiren recalled the words that person had told him.

“I checked, and Li Xiangdong did have a lot of contact with Liu Donglai before. When Liu Donglai was working at the provincial party committee of Zhao Province, Li Xiangdong was running a food factory in the provincial capital. It is said that Liu Donglai was the one who made the connection.”

At that moment, Qian Shiren's heart sank.

"Later, Liu Donglai went to Yanjing, and Li Xiangdong never lost contact with him."

The meaning behind these words is quite clear.

Li Xiangdong is so arrogant because he has connections.

Moreover, the people on top are very tough!

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