Chapter 297 Zhang Molan's White Hair

"Get out of here!"

"Okay, brother~"

Realizing that he was really angry, Zhang Hailou immediately backed down and stood up immediately, putting on an attentive and ingratiating smile.

Zhang Benling sneered.

"Useless thing, you've only been managing the group for a few days, and you have Zhang Haiqing and the others helping you, and you're already asking for your life or death.

I'm in charge of the overall situation and several companies, and I'm still doing well. Can't you just try harder?"

Zhang Benling pursed his lips with an unhappy look on his face, feeling very disappointed with his friend, and sighed in his heart.

If you continue to be so useless, when will I be able to retire!

The patriarch planned to pass down the system of the three parallel branches of the family. Zhang Moyu was responsible for selecting the leader of the craftsman branch, and Zhang Molan was responsible for selecting the martial arts leader of the martial arts branch.

As the former chief hexagram master of the hexagram clan, Zhang Benling had to choose a successor from the new generation of clan members.

This successor will not only be the next head of the Zhang family, but also the next person in charge of the Qilin Group. The requirements cannot be low.

Among the new generation, his favorite is Zhang Hailou, who is the most malleable candidate. He is very satisfied with his adaptability and coordination abilities, and the rest can be learned slowly.

But there was one thing that concerned him, and that was that Zhang Hailou was really shameless and too despicable!

Although he and Zhang Molan are two different kinds of meanness, they are both equally annoying.

Zhang Benling had reason to suspect that if Zhang Hailou really took over, this man might offend most of the family members in a few days.

Back then, Zhang Molan was so foul-mouthed but still alive today. That was because his professional ability was so strong that no one else could replace him.

He has strong psychological ability to withstand pressure, is not afraid of ambushes, group fights, or poisoning, and can break through all obstacles with his own strength.

He is also narrow-minded and has a strong desire for revenge, so others dare not provoke him easily.

Changing to Zhang Hailou...

Zhang Benling felt that this poor kid would probably have to lie in the hospital all year round, working hard for his family with injuries every day.

After giving instructions to the little Zhangs one by one, Zhang Benling went to pick up Zhang Molan.

Zhang Molan had been eating and sleeping well at the official place these days, and he had also quietly gotten a lot of useful information from those people. Except that no one fought with him to practice, he was very satisfied with his treatment.

Of course, it is unknown what those officials who were poisoned by him think.

He was still a little unhappy when he was leaving, and was taken away with a stern face by Zhang Benling, who had lost face in front of the officials.

Sitting in his car, Zhang Molan picked out the information he thought was useful and told some of it to Zhang Benling first.

After he felt he had said enough, he started his usual bad mouthing again.

"By the way, why aren't you wearing a skirt anymore? Could it be that your old lover, Zhang Benchu, thinks you're flirting and wants to talk to you?"

These two sentences completely ripped apart Zhang Benling's originally gentle and dignified mask.

"Molan clan elder, I emphasize again, I have nothing to do with him!"

Zhang Benling said this with gritted teeth. Sometimes he really hated Zhang Molan for having such a strong bloodline. He was immune to all poisons and had maxed out his poison resistance, making it difficult to find a medicine that could make him mute.

“Oh~~”

Zhang Molan looked indifferent, and it was obvious that he didn't listen to his explanation at all. He even crossed his legs in the car, acting like a big boss.

"You two souls are so compatible, there's nothing wrong with you being together. Our family is very open-minded, and society is gradually becoming more open-minded.

Even if it didn’t matter in the past, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter now.”

Zhang Molan grinned at him and said something that almost angered Zhang Benling to death on the spot.

"He's had women before and you haven't, so it's hard to say if you have a one-sided love for him.

And if I remember correctly, you took good care of his son and thought about any benefits he could get.

Zhang Benshan has always called you Uncle Anrong, right? You two are so close that you almost have him calling you Little Daddy."

Look at this intimate name, he doesn't even believe that there is nothing behind it.

When Zhang Benling heard what he said, he didn't know how to refute it.

He and Zhang Benchu ​​have a pure socialist brotherhood, without any adulteration.

At most, we can add a little family affection, it can't be more complicated, but love is absolutely impossible!

But although Zhang Molan's conclusion was wrong, what he said was true.

Zhang Benshan is indeed a simple and likable child. He likes him very much and takes care of him on weekdays.

The more Zhang Benling thought about it, the gloomier his heart became, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Could it be that his original premonition was finally coming true?

After finally crawling out of the coffin and starting a new life, she still couldn't escape the romantic scandal with Zhang Benchu?

This damn soul compatibility!

Tired, destroy it...

I don’t love this world anymore!

Zhang Benling turned his head away with despair and gave up struggling.

Seeing that he had accepted his fate, Zhang Molan's eyes flashed with disappointment. He closed his mouth with a lack of interest and looked out the window with his chin in his hand.

The kitten stopped responding and he lost interest in teasing it.

Zhang Benling, whose ears suddenly became quiet, moved his eyes slightly and turned back as if he had noticed something.

So that's how it is...

He had never spent much time with the elder before, nor did he have a deep understanding of him, so he thought that he was the kind of person with a bad taste and would never give in.

So he is the kind of person who likes to tease cats and dogs and loses interest if others ignore him?

Zhang Benling, who suddenly discovered a little trick to get along with others in the future, breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he pretended not to see and ignored it, this big guy would probably go and mess with someone else.

Zhang Benling felt relaxed, but when he accidentally glanced at Zhang Molan's head, he was stunned for a moment.

"Elder..."

Zhang Benling's hesitant look made Zhang Molan frown impatiently. Thinking that he was surprised by the fact that his long hair had been cut off, he snorted in displeasure.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so hesitant. You've been wearing women's clothes for so long, do you really think you're a woman?"

Zhang Benling took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and felt a little itchy.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say that you have white hair."

He really regretted feeling pity for the clan elder just now. He should be the one who is pitiful. Zhang Molan's mouth is too lethal to people. He shouldn't have taken the initiative to speak and meddle in other people's affairs!

It’s just that Chief Mo Lan’s hair has turned white now, and he’s probably getting old, so he’s feeling sad for a while.

People like them who have special bloodlines will not easily show signs of aging. Once they start to grow white hair and wrinkles on their faces, it means that their end is near.

Thinking about the family's growing business and the shortage of manpower everywhere, especially high-end talents, Zhang Benling wanted the elder to work for two more years.