"Marriage is the children's private matter, and this matter is about family inheritance and tradition. How can they be mixed up?"

In response to Sun Jingzhi's sarcastic questioning, Zheng Yixuan's answer was very official, but it was also impeccable.

"Oh, it turns out that President Zheng is so clear about the distinction between public and private affairs. I really admire him."

Sun Jingzhi is also an old hermaphrodite. His weird tone and deliberately artificial expression almost made Zheng Yixuan, who thought he was a top-notch person in terms of qi cultivation, go berserk.

"President Sun, so you support Li Zhenyu and want to fight against old President Li Jianxi with him?"

The eerie voice in the corner went straight to the heart of the matter and interrupted the atmosphere that Sun Jingzhi had deliberately created.

He looked expressionlessly at President Lotte in the corner, half of his body hidden in the shadows, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

The gloomy temperament, the cold and ruthless eyes, and the playful and sarcastic smile on the corners of his mouth make him extremely annoying no matter how you look at him.

"Tui~The Japanese's running dog."

South Koreans also hate living an easy life, and among the top five chaebols, Lotte is the most despised.

But the situation is stronger than the person. The other party has the support of a small life and is related to my father's father, an American.

With the support of his grandfather, Lotte is still doing well in South Korea even though he has many enemies. This also makes Lotte more convinced that he will have a good life if he holds on to his grandfather.

Therefore, this loyal dog still lives a happy life even though people in South Korea hate dogs.

"President Sun, please be careful with your words."

Chairman Lotte narrowed his eyes and sneered viciously, clearly threatening him.

How could Sun Jingzhi tolerate this? A bastard is a bastard. He really thinks he is a grandfather.

Who can sit here without some bad luck? He slammed the table and stood up.

"Xin Geuk-ho, stop being so sarcastic with me here. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Sun Jingzhi put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "Not only is Lotte trash, you are trash too. What I hate most is trash. What? You have an opinion?"

Not stopping yet, Sun Jingzhi took a deep breath and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm from his throat, "he~~tui."

A lump of white and yellow sputum appeared on the precious handmade carpet.

Among the big men present, some turned their heads away to suppress their laughter, some frowned in displeasure, but Li Jianxi, the host, stood steadily with both hands on the crutches in front of him and said nothing.

Keep arguing, he likes to see dogs bite each other.

If they stopped arguing and sat together calmly, that would be a big problem.

"Sun Kyung-sik."

Shin Kyuk-ho was about to stand up with the help of the wheelchair, but as soon as he lifted his butt, he sat back down heavily.

His body had long been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.

Before coming to the meeting, she had just visited the company's newly recruited female reserve group with her beloved eldest son. She looked weak from head to toe and could hardly stand up.

"Haha, Shin Kyuk-ho, I think you should go to a nursing home as soon as possible. Be careful that you might run out of breath while walking on the street and die one day."

"When the time comes, I wonder whether your filial sons will be busy organizing your funeral or fighting for power. Lotte is worth a lot of money."

Sun Jingzhi's mixed feelings almost made Sing Gehao faint.

When it comes to sarcasm, this old guy who has worked in the radio station for most of his life believes that he is as good as anyone.

However, before, everyone was still concerned about their status and could not let go of their identity and face as chaebols. No one would stand up and curse at others like a street thug.

They are all the heads and representatives of various chaebols, and they give people an idea of ​​what it is like.

But now, putting aside my pride and airs, I feel like I can speak directly to him...

It’s refreshing. Drinking a bottle of ice drink in the dog days of summer, the coolness passes through the mouth, through the throat and directly into the body, then diffuses and evaporates to the internal organs, making the whole person feel extremely comfortable.

The body feels light, as if it is floating, and the brain feels waves of intense pleasure.

Comfortable, very comfortable.

"You...Sun Jingzhi, you..."

"I, what do you mean?"

Sun Jingzhi was possessed by the madman of the Joan, so there was no chance for him to speak, "No, we are not that familiar with each other.

Look at you, your health is so poor that you can’t even speak clearly, you you you…I I I…”

"You should really consider my advice and find a nursing home as soon as possible, and don't make the children unhappy at home. In the future, when you eat, try to be more careful and ask someone to try it before you eat it, ah, hahaha..."

Laughing wildly, Sun Jingzhi felt so refreshed that his whole body felt numb and every cell in his body was cheering for joy.

Hey shit, what face and airs, it feels so good to curse them.

Shin Kyuk-ho, half of his body hidden in the shadows, stared at him intently, with countless evil thoughts in his mind. He wished he could just jump up and hit him to death with his cane.

But deep down in my heart, I felt an inexplicable fear.

Eat...try food...

Poisoning!

No one admits whether this kind of thing has ever happened in the chaebol, but everyone knows the fact.

In the face of huge interests, family affection is no more reliable than any other emotion, especially in the Xin family. Betrayal, fratricide, repeated enmity for profit, and mutual betrayal are not news.

This is history that has already happened, and history tends to repeat itself. Shin Kyuk-ho has always been afraid that those things will happen to him one day.

But his pride and arrogance did not allow him to consider these issues. He stubbornly believed that he could always control everything.

But as his body weakened, cracks began to appear in his strong heart. 'Will I suddenly collapse at the dining table one day...'

Seeing that the two were no longer arguing, Chung Eui-sun repeated his old words: "Hyundai Kia will support Vice Chairman Lee Jae-yong."

Such a firm performance made people doubtful. The smile on Sun Jingzhi's face gradually faded, and he hesitated and asked tentatively: "Is this what you mean, or..."

"It was my father's idea."

Hearing what Zheng Yixuan said, Li Jianxi smiled happily for the first time. The influence of these three words "Zheng Mengjiu" in South Korea is rarely matched by anyone.

With his support, Hyundai Kia will certainly fully support Jae-yong, coupled with their own attitude.

This time, they, father and son, will make a great comeback.

At this time, Li Zhenyu didn't know that Quan Junxu's trusted family members were already standing against them.

Compared with these little fights of children, Zheng Mengjiu obviously attaches more importance to stability and the benefits brought by Sanxin. At the same time, he does not want to see the emergence of a behemoth that combines power and wealth.

The combination of the two Lees is not in the interests of Hyundai Kia, not to mention that Lee Zhenyu is closer to his former family, Little Hyundai.

The cooperation between Ssangyong and Hyundai Electric Power makes the sharp-eyed Zheng Mengjiu feel extremely threatened. He wants to nip the so-called danger in the bud before the other party has a chance to grow.

(End of this chapter)