Chapter 101 Brothers are friendly and sisters are respectful, fathers are kind and sons are filial

The inheritance of the three inner families of the Eight Sheqi Families was once interrupted, and the people of the five outer families have been trying to find the descendants of the three families who either ran away or wandered away in the war.

What is known to the outside world now is that both the Tachibana family and the Minamoto family have heirs and are in power, but the Uesugi family seems to have not yet found a successor.

If someone asked them to find four people named Uesugi at this time, even if the other party was a creditor, they would have to dig deep into their affairs.

If you dig deeper, you will find that the information of these four "Uesugi" all comes from the dream of an adolescent virgin.

Not to mention whether the Eight Snake Families could accept it, even Potato Chip Girl herself didn't have the face to say it out loud.

At this moment, a red-haired girl with the same name as Lu Mingfei's dream lover was concentrating on controlling the game controller. Next to her was a young man with a solemn face, as if he was thinking about something important concerning the survival of his family.

“Boom——!!!”

With a loud bang, the words "Game Over" appeared in large letters on the game screen, and Eri put down the game controller expressionlessly.

Although her face was still cold, there were traces of emotion in her eyes, like ripples on the surface of a lake, adding a bit of vitality to her agate-like rosy red eyes.

The girl glanced sideways and saw the young man sitting cross-legged next to her with his hands on his thighs and his brows tightly furrowed into a "川" shape. She couldn't help but wave her hand in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong with my brother?" She held up the writing board that always accompanied her. Her brother seemed absent-minded the whole day.

He looked very happy the past two days, with the corners of his mouth raised, but now they are pursed into a straight line, as sharp as a knife.

Yuan Zhisheng's thoughts were interrupted. After hesitating for a long time, he still did not speak out his worries. He touched the girl's head and said softly:

"Brother also dreamed of living abroad with Eri, but he's a little worried that he won't be able to dream about it tonight, so he's trying to think of a solution."

Eri is a simple girl. Although she lacks the ability to express her emotions, she is very sensitive to the emotional changes of others, so Gen Chisei never lies to her.

Even if there are some things that are not convenient to tell her, I will just change the subject with other things.

Just like now, he didn't want to admit that he dreamed that his sister was kidnapped, so he changed his story.

"real?!"

When Eri saw this, her rosy red eyes lit up instantly. She leaned forward and stared into Gen Chisei's eyes, as if to verify the authenticity of the news.

"Really." Gen Chisei smiled and picked out part of the dream content to share with Eri.

It’s strange to say, this dream was a bit weird, I can still remember it clearly after waking up.

Maybe it was too beautiful and so it was welded to the memory unit of the brain? If that damn emcee hadn't appeared, it would have been really beautiful.

The brother and sister compared their dreams and found that their timelines were slightly different, at least three or four years apart.

Now Yuan Zhisheng was finally relieved. He was worried that the damn emcee would also appear in his sister's dream, which might lead to an accident.

May Amaterasu bless him and let him continue his dream tonight. He will definitely bring Spider-Cut and Boy-Cut Yasutsuga to chop that bastard boy to death.

When Eri learned about her brother's troubles, she opened the door generously, took out a spare bed from the closet, and spent a long time choosing among the pillows on the bed. Finally, she put an ugly duck pillow on the quilt and patted the quilt to indicate to her brother that he should sleep here tonight.

When Gen Chisei saw her sparkling eyes and the words "Share Eri's dream with your brother" on the writing board, he was so moved that he wanted to agree on the spot.

But in the end he still shook his head. What if this dream... that MC boy was contaminating and ran from his dream into Eri's dream? Wouldn't that be like inviting a wolf into the house? Handing Eri over personally, that kind of thing was absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this, he gently comforted his unhappy sister, told her that it was getting late and she should go to bed quickly, and asked the chef to make her five-eye fried rice tomorrow and play games with her for an hour. Only then was he able to get away.

After leaving the Japanese-style cottage, the beautiful woman in a suit waiting at the door followed silently.

This is Sakura Yabuki, his retainer, special assistant, personal bodyguard, beautiful girl, and...

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly stopped and looked quietly at the woman with a cold but beautiful face.

She was in her early twenties, with a long ponytail, skin as white as snow, and a women's suit that perfectly brought out her perfect curves. She was a beautiful woman who was perfect to have around to show off.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Sakura blinked and moved aside, thinking that Gen Chisei had something else to tell the head of the Uesugi family.

However, the young master's eyes followed her movements and fell on her face.

Such a direct gaze made the snow-white face look slightly more rosy.

Gen Chisei stared at Sakura. Besides his sister, she was the only familiar person who followed him around in his dream and lived in the same room with him.

What this meant was self-evident, but Gen Chisei did not feel any ambiguous atmosphere between himself and Sakura.

Their relationship is like that of the lord and his retainers in the Warring States Period, where they trust each other and accompany each other, always in tacit understanding and inseparable.

Maybe he brought Sakura along because he couldn't take care of Eri by himself in the dream.

Yuan Zhisheng felt that the truth should be like this, so he nodded slightly:

"It's okay, let's go."

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving Ying stunned for a moment before quickly following him.

Although I don’t know what the young master was thinking just now, it should be that he noticed her rebellious intentions.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Yuan Zhisheng, who had passed through the checkpoints ahead, spoke:

"Where did Crow and Yasha go? They haven't been seen since dusk this afternoon."

"They made an appointment to go to Kabukicho for a drink." Sakura Yabuki did not hide the whereabouts of her two colleagues.

She, Crow and Yaksha are the only three retainers under the young master, but compared to her seriousness and rigor, the latter two are more uninhibited and freedom-loving, which fits the world's stereotype of gang members.

"Really? You didn't even call me." Yuan Zhisheng nodded and joked.

He doesn't mind his subordinates having dinner and drinking together after work, as this is an unspoken rule in the Japanese workplace.

If you don't go to a pub to eat and drink with familiar colleagues after get off work, it means you are unpopular and you will naturally be excluded.

But when they went to have a drink, they didn't even ask whether their young master would come or not. Could it be that they were going to complain about his sister-con behind his back again?

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Forget it, just say it. They have been joking around in front of me many times anyway.

Compared to other old-fashioned family heads, he was indeed easy to talk to, especially since he had just been promoted to the director of the Executive Bureau and it was indeed not suitable for him to drink and have fun in public.

After leaving the floor where Eri lived, he walked out of the elevator and said, "Ying, do you want to have a drink together?"

The special assistant lady, whose eyes had been following the tall figure in front of her, brightened up when she heard this. Just as she was about to agree, she heard her young master's cell phone ringing.

"Sorry, I have to answer the phone."

Yuan Zhisheng took out his cell phone and found that the caller ID showed "Dad". He nodded to Ying, turned around and walked to the window to answer the call.

Ying looked at the young man standing in front of the window with one hand in his pocket. The moonlight fell on him. His handsome face and tall and heroic figure were like a statue created by an ancient Greek craftsman with all his painstaking efforts. Once you see him, you will never forget him.

After a while, Yuan Zhisheng hung up the phone and walked back, smiling apologetically at the girl who was waiting there: "My dad asked me to go drink with him, so I can only make an appointment next time."

"As long as the young master wants, Ying is always here to accompany you."

Ying is a girl who does what she says and follows orders. Yuan Zhisheng has no doubt that if he wakes her up in the middle of the night to have a drink with him on the rooftop, she will change into her most beautiful clothes and come to see him without saying a word.

"Well, go to bed early." He nodded slightly, turned around and pressed the elevator button, heading to the floor where the head of the family was.

By the middle of the last century, three of the eight Sheqi families had long since lost their heirs, but decades ago, the head of the contemporary Tachibana family returned from overseas to trace his ancestral roots.

He single-handedly strengthened the nearly shut-down Executive Bureau, recovered the lost bloodline of the Yuan family, and successfully squeezed into the power center of the Sheqi Eight Families.

Afterwards, the head of the Tachibana family successfully passed the family election and was elected as the head of the eight Snake families. He carried the most powerful head family of the Japanese underworld on his shoulders, worked hard to make everyone rich together.

In the past two or three decades, the eight families of Sheqi have slowly regained their former prosperity and strength, and have even surpassed it. All this is thanks to the man who is respected as the patriarch - Tachibana Masamune.

"Dad."

Yuan Zhisheng arrived at the top floor and saw an old man in kimono sitting on the ground in the rustling evening breeze.

The old man had white hair and his back was not very tall, but one glance at him told you that he was definitely a distinguished figure, his sitting posture was full of calmness and ease.

"Zhisheng, come and sit down."

The old man turned around and waved to Yuan Zhisheng to sit next to him.

"Dad, why are you in such a good mood today?" Gen Chisheng walked forward and sat down next to Tachibana Masamune in a casual posture. After all, this man was no different from his father in his heart.

All of the eight Snake families called the head of the Tachibana family either the head of the family or Mr. Masamune, and he was the only one who could call him "Dad" in private.

The reason why Yuan Zhisheng can become the director of the Executive Bureau at this age is not only because he is strong enough, but also because he is following in his father's footsteps.

Back then, Tachibana Masamune single-handedly revitalized the messy Executive Bureau, and now he has let Minamoto Chisei take over and carry forward the legacy. This is a rare and wonderful story that will be passed down.

"I just suddenly remembered that I haven't watched the moon with you for a long time." The old man poured a glass of wine for Yuan Zhisheng, and his smile was as mellow as aged wine:

"I still remember that we often went hiking together to watch the sunrise, from midnight to the early morning, with only the moon in the sky."

Today he suddenly felt something and inexplicably wanted to connect with his "son".

"Yeah, back then, Dad, you could always pull out a bottle of ice-cold Coke from your backpack. I almost suspected you had a miniature refrigerator hidden."

The father and son smiled at each other, clinked their glasses gently under the moon, and drank the sake in the glasses.

(End of this chapter)