Chapter 3 The Unpredictable Tyrant
This was the first time Zhao Siyuan had ever seen his uncle so angry.
His head was smashed open, and blood slid down his forehead. He winced in pain, but dared not even utter a sound of agony.
The tablet had already fallen from my hand, and I was no longer in the mood to care about any beautiful woman.
He hurriedly knelt down, his voice trembling: "Uncle, I don't know her."
Zhao Zonglan lowered his gaze, calmly smoking, "Then what's the matter with Song Jin?"
Song brocade?
Zhao Siyuan tried to recall for a few seconds before honestly replying, "I... I had my assistant go to Suzhou a while ago to buy a batch of Song brocade and gave it to my third sister. She's been researching some traditional Chinese clothing lately."
The Zhao family has many descendants. The third sister he mentioned is Zhao Luoxi, the daughter of Zhao Zonglan's fourth brother.
Zhao Luoxi loves traditional Chinese style and makes short videos in her spare time, gaining a large number of fans. She also enjoys designing clothes and jewelry for fun, and her family spoils her.
Zhao Siyuan didn't understand, was there something wrong with this batch of Song brocade?
This prompted his uncle to personally come and inquire about it.
It's just a few pieces of Song brocade made using intangible cultural heritage techniques; although rare, they're not worth much.
"Uncle, I really don't know the person in the video, and I don't know why she came to find me."
Young Master Zhao felt that he was having the worst luck today.
He wasn't feeling well, so he didn't come to accompany him today and was still at the hospital getting an IV drip when Chang An called him over.
His head was also broken by his uncle.
The girl in the video is beautiful, but I guess her birth chart clashes with his.
Zhao Zonglan got up and stood by the window smoking.
It's snowing.
Tiny snowflakes drifted down, landing on lanterns and fences, then quickly melting into water.
This appears to be the first snowfall of the year.
His eyes were cold and clear as he ordered in a deep voice, "Chang'an, send someone to escort the Second Young Master back to Shanghai."
Zhao Siyuan suddenly shivered.
He was previously sent to the Shanghai branch by his uncle for training because he was not doing his job properly, but he has been performing well recently. He was only transferred back for two days, and now he is being sent away again.
Most importantly, he believed he hadn't done anything wrong this time; it was a completely undeserved disaster.
tyrant!
My uncle is such a capricious tyrant.
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Shen Jingni came out of Wangjing Tower in a hurry, wearing only a cheongsam, and was shivering from the cold.
The snowflakes landed on my skin, chilling me to the bone.
Her car was parked far away, so she had to walk there. As she walked, she called Song Yu: "You said that guy surnamed Zhao at Wangjing Tower isn't Zhao Siyuan, then who is he?"
Perhaps it was because it was too cold, Song Yu's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "Zhao... Zhao Zonglan."
Shen Jingni's hand holding the phone suddenly froze.
A cold wind whistled, constantly lashing against her thin body.
Song Yu apologized on the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Jing Ni, I didn't know Zhao Siyuan didn't come today..."
The issue is no longer about Zhao Siyuan.
Shen Jingni sighed heavily.
She's so unlucky.
The person they provoked turned out to be that great Buddha.
When Shen Jingni first inquired about the Zhao family, the first name she heard was Zhao Zonglan, the head of the Zhao family.
Rumor has it that he took over the Zhao family eight years ago, and is known for his ruthless actions, high position and power, making him a top international capital tycoon.
To be able to establish prestige within a century-old family and manage such a massive capital group, it's no exaggeration to say that he could control everything and was incredibly wealthy.
No wonder a single visit to Wangjinglou could attract so much attention from both the political and business circles.
Shen Jingni's hands and feet were freezing cold. She hung up the phone and sniffed.
She then remembered that she had left her hairpin in Zhao Zonglan's lounge.
It was left to her by her grandmother before she passed away. It wasn't particularly valuable, but she was determined to get it back.
That night, Shen Jingni fell ill after returning home.
He had a high fever and was coughing badly.
This terrified Shen's parents.
The doctor came to see me and said that I caught a cold, and the cold air entered my lungs and internal organs. In addition, I haven't been resting well recently, so my resistance is a bit weak. I need to take good care of myself.
Shen's mother, Xu Ningwan, grabbed Shen's father's ear and scolded him: "Shen Zhuoyuan, you are such a heartless father."
“Miaomiao has been frail since she was a child. You insisted on letting her work hard to start a business outside. Now look what’s happened, she’s worn herself out.”
"Are you trying to drive me crazy so you can remarry a younger, prettier woman?"
Mr. Shen's ears were pulled red, and he begged for mercy repeatedly: "Ouch, be gentle, be gentle, I don't have that thought in my mind, wife."
"How could I not feel sorry for my own daughter?"
He mustered his courage and muttered in a low voice, "Besides, when Miaomiao was crying and begging to start her own business, you didn't stop her, did you?"
So he got to be all the bad guys?
"Are you still trying to deny it?" Xu Ningwan tightened her grip, causing Shen's father to gasp in pain.
"No, no, I wouldn't dare."
"Honey, let's talk this out. Don't disturb our daughter's rest."
Xu Ningwan then let go.
The Shen family came to Beijing twenty-one years ago.
The Shen family was once wealthy in Hangzhou, but because many of their descendants were incompetent, things became difficult for Shen Zhuoyuan.
The year Xu Ningwan was pregnant with Shen Jingni was the most difficult time for the Shen family, and they suffered a lot during that period.
Fortunately, Shen Zhuoyuan was capable. After Shen Jingni was born, his career improved, and the whole family moved to Beijing.
Perhaps because Xu Ningwan did not get enough rest and nutrition during her pregnancy, Shen Jingni has been weak and sickly since childhood.
The old lady invited a highly respected master to perform a divination.
It is said that Miss Shen's five elements are lacking water.
Therefore, she was given the nickname Miaomiao.
Mr. and Mrs. Shen felt indebted to their youngest daughter, especially Xu Ningwan, so they always gave her the best, pampered and doted on her, afraid that she might get hurt.
Shen Jingni has a bad stomach, so Xu Ningwan found a specialist to adjust her diet and prepare medicinal meals for her every week.
She wanted to start her own business. Although her family didn't want her to suffer, they didn't stop her, hoping she would give up after facing difficulties.
To everyone's surprise, this girl was very stubborn and carried everything on her own.
The snow fell for two days in a row.
The red brick walls of those grand mansions in the capital have all turned white.
The plum blossoms were covered by snow, leaving only a touch of bright red to add a touch of life.
Fenghua Palace.
The largest money pit in the capital.
The decor is luxurious and elegant, with beautiful scenery, beautiful women, and delicious food—it has everything. The construction alone cost billions. Naturally, the cost of living is also extremely high.
Those who come to patronize the business are all wealthy young men.
In the ancient pavilion in the courtyard, waiters dressed in apricot-colored modern Chinese-style jackets and skirts served tea, fruit platters, and other items.
The male waiter in the dark blue uniform carefully looked after the heater.
Today is a gathering hosted by Xie Chengsui, the master of Fenghua Palace, who invited several friends to enjoy the snow and watch the dance.
Zhao Zonglan and Song Yanting arrived at the same time.
Song Yanting sat in a chair, took the warm tea handed to him by his assistant Nanfeng, took a sip, and said in a gentle tone, "I heard you got angry at Wangjing Tower a couple of days ago?"
Zhao Zonglan didn't speak, but held a cigarette between his fingers.
Chang An, who was behind him, understood and flicked the silver lighter, then bent down to light the cigarette.
With a smile in his eyes, Song Yanting put down his teacup. "I heard that the woman who barged into your room that night was one of the most beautiful women in the capital, surnamed Shen."
Zhao Zonglan lazily smoked his cigarette, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. "Your information network is quite impressive."
However, it's not surprising that Song Yanting knew about this.
Among these people, there are no secrets unless they are deliberately concealed.
Looking at the stage slowly rising in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Song Yanting said seemingly casually, "I have a cousin from a collateral branch named Song Yu, who seems to be on good terms with that Miss Shen."
"These past two days, she's been asking my people about your private address in Beijing, and she even wants Chang An's contact information."
"I thought I should ask you first. If I give it to you rashly and upset you, I can't bear your anger."
Zhao Zonglan leaned back in his armchair with a cold expression, flicking off the ash from his cigarette, without even lifting his eyelids. "You're very noisy."
Song Yanting adjusted his frameless glasses, but smiled without saying a word.
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