Chapter 313 A Better Future
In Haicheng, if you were to ask who the biggest backer is, it would undoubtedly be Commander Lou.
The entire three provinces of East China are under the control of Commander Lou. With him as a backer, anyone who wants to touch Old Master Zhou should think twice before taking action, considering whether they have the ability to withstand Commander Lou's retaliation.
Even if Old Master Zhou is lucky enough to escape today, it doesn't mean the person behind the scenes will give up. The assassin was dealt with today, but next time the assassin comes, he may not be so lucky.
Two unarmed old people are like fish on a chopping board, to be killed however others want.
Shen Zhaolin felt uneasy and immediately said, "Teacher, the house here is not safe. Why don't you move to my house? My house is big with many empty rooms. You and your wife will be safe there."
Lou Fengju's gaze fell on him: "Mr. Shen, are you planning to steal my person?"
"It's not a matter of snatching him away. Mr. Zhou is also my teacher, so naturally I'm worried about his safety," Shen Zhaolin said with concern.
Lou Fengju said, "If Mr. Zhou agrees, I will send someone to protect him closely. I think there is no one more reliable than my men in the entire Haicheng."
Shen Zhaolin shook his head slightly, not daring to make the decision on behalf of his teacher.
He looked at Old Master Zhou, who was deep in thought.
Whether or not to agree depends on Old Master Zhou's own decision.
You should know that agreeing to this wasn't just about getting bodyguards; it also meant agreeing to work for Commander Lou.
Just before this unforeseen event, at the crossroads, Old Master Zhou had refused decisively, declaring that even if Commander Lou himself came to persuade him, it wouldn't make a difference. Would he agree?
Shen Zhaolin felt uneasy.
He naturally hoped his teacher would be safe and sound, but he also knew that some principles should not be abandoned even at the cost of one's life.
Zhou Shaoyan was also silently drinking tea.
His expression suggested he was deep in thought, making a decision on a scale.
But in reality, Zhou Shaoyan was in a daze.
The little girl sitting not far away was eating so adorably that onlookers couldn't help but glance at her. The meat mooncake wasn't big, and Mao Mao finished it quickly, even picking up and eating the crumbs of pastry that had fallen onto her clothes.
She licked her lips, still wanting more, her eyes fixed on the remaining mooncakes on the table. She swallowed hard, her face full of longing.
"Eat up," said Grandpa Zhou. "Eat as much as you want."
Shen Zhaolin and Lou Fengju were both taken aback.
Mao Mao's eyes lit up, and she happily thanked him, "Thank you, Grandpa."
She immediately grabbed another mooncake, so happy that her little feet, which were dangling in mid-air, started to sway.
Zhou Shaoyan put down his cup and said in a deep voice, "Young Marshal Lou, I have already made my meaning very clear. I will no longer work for anyone. Even if you put a knife to my throat, Young Marshal Lou, I will still give the same answer."
Lou Fengju: "Old Mr. Zhou wouldn't even listen to me properly, so how could he be so certain?"
Zhou Shaoyan stroked his gray beard.
He was very old, his eyebrows were white, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were still clear and bright, shining with a resolute light.
“A few years ago, I also listened carefully to people talk about his ideals and ambitions. But people’s hearts change.” Zhou Shaoyan said, “The young marshal has seen what became of me.”
Everywhere he looked, the room was a mess, and the still-dampened dark red blood on the floor was the consequence of his trust.
Lou Fengju added, "That person betrayed Mr. Zhou's trust, but that doesn't mean my father and I will..."
Old Master Zhou interrupted him directly: "I don't believe you."
Lou Fengju picked up the teacup, slowly took a sip, and did not object.
Getting someone to give up their trust is certainly not a simple matter.
He had prepared himself for being turned away before he arrived, so he wasn't flustered at all.
Moreover, compared to the expected outcome, we now have an added debt of gratitude for being saved.
Thinking of this, Lou Fengju leaned back in his chair, his posture becoming even more relaxed. The military uniform had bound his strong body, but as he relaxed, he resembled a leopard stretching, his imposing presence undiminished.
He spoke casually, as if in a chat: "I saw Mr. Zhou coming back with my sister just now. Did you know my sister before?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing her brother calling her, Mao Mao raised her little head in confusion.
Lou Fengju beckoned to her: "Mao Mao, come here."
"oh!"
Mao Mao responded, climbed down from the stool, and ran to his side. Lou Fengju immediately picked her up and put her on his lap.
"Brother, do you want to eat mooncakes too?" Mao Mao looked at the unfinished mooncake in her hand and generously handed it over: "Here you go."
She had taken a bite out of the mooncake in her hand, and there was still her saliva on the edge. Lou Fengju didn't mind at all and lowered his head to eat it from her small hand.
"Brother, is it delicious?"
"tasty."
With bright, sparkling eyes, Mao Mao said, "I know where Grandpa bought them. When we get home, I'll buy more mooncakes for my brother."
Lou Fengju smiled and said, "Okay."
He pinched Mao Mao's soft cheeks before looking up at Grandpa Zhou: "Mr. Zhou, my sister is four years old and just started kindergarten."
Zhou Shaoyan wasn't sure what he meant, but nodded in agreement.
“She’s still so young, she doesn’t know how dangerous it is outside, so we never dare to let her go out casually.” Lou Fengju: “This world has been in chaos for a long time. If I were to say that the world is at peace, it would be too abstract and grandiose, and you wouldn’t believe me anyway. But I don’t want my sister to be living in a country in dire straits when she’s fourteen or twenty-four years old.”
Zhou Shaoyan sneered: "Isn't what the young marshal said a big deal?"
Lou Fengju chuckled and said, "Haicheng has several million people, and the three provinces of East China have even more. If you don't have bigger ambitions, how can you take care of so many people?"
Zhou Shaoyan: "So what do you plan to do?"
Lou Fengju: "Therefore, I have come to ask Mr. Zhou for his help."
Zhou Shaoyan: "..."
The room quieted down again.
Mao Mao listlessly fiddled with the badge on her brother's military uniform, curiously touching the patterns on it.
Shen Zhaolin stood up, picked up the teapot, and filled their teacups.
He sat down again and looked at Old Master Zhou, who was deep in thought.
After a long pause, Zhou Shaoyan asked again, "What if I still refuse to listen?"
Lou Fengju became even more casual: "Don't I still owe you a life-saving favor?"
Old Master Zhou: "..."
Lou Fengju: "If you really don't want to listen, I'll tie you up and take you to the military administration office, and blast music through a loudspeaker right next to your ear for three days and three nights. Considering that life-saving grace, I suppose you won't hold it against me."
Old Master Zhou: "..."
Shen Zhaolin: "..."
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