Fang Lihui looked sideways at the hand on his shoulder, lowered his eyes and whispered: "I didn't understand before why he cared so much about fairness and justice, but now I understand it when I stand in this position. No matter whether the businessman is shrewd, cunning or greedy, The interests are profound, no matter how many overt and covert struggles in the market, how many wins and losses, it is better to go far in an upright and upright manner."
Fang Zilan retracted her hand, straightened her sleeves without haste, and said slowly word by word: "Perhaps Fang Liren is sensitive and delicate, and is not the best businessman, but he must be a very good head of the family."
After she said that, she asked lightly, "Fang Lihui, as Fang Liren's successor, can you do a good job?"
Fang Lihui said with a solemn expression: "I know that it is not easy to get a bowl of water, but since I have taken on the title of the head of the Fang family, I will walk on the path he walked with a clear conscience."
"I feel relieved if you have such an awareness." Fang Zilan curled her lips slightly and said with a smile: "At least I didn't entrust the wrong person with my business."
"I will definitely live up to Master Fang's trust." Fang Lihui saluted. He was completely different from the cynical and slutty boy before, with a very determined look in his eyes.
The old man raised his face, his white hair spread out a little, revealing his clear eyes, looking at the lush green top of his head, as if he was lost in reminiscence.
"The Second Young Master Zhuge back then was really amazing and talented. Not only was his calligraphy first-class, but his eloquence was also extremely good. He never lost in debate." The old man spoke softly, and there seemed to be light in his eyes, "That's Su Heng. All the teachers were full of praise for him, and Master Yi Nian, after talking with him, once said that if this son converts, there will be successors to Zen Buddhism, and the name of Hyakuye Temple will be worthy of the name of the national temple."
"What?" A flash of shock flashed across Fang Zilan's face, "Old man, who is Master Yi Nian?"
"The former abbot of Baiye Temple, his master." The old man said and looked at the noisy crowd. Fang Zilan followed his gaze and saw Master Lioyuan standing in the center at a glance.
The white robe is pure and spotless. The red cassock was like fire, which made his features more delicate, but there was no enchanting pyrotechnics at all. Instead, he exuded an inexplicable solemnity.
"The iron-blooded men who fight on the battlefield always have today and no tomorrow. If we say that we can see through life and death in this mortal world, who else can match him?" The old man snorted coldly, his voice a little colder, "Those who only know how to face each other all day long. Can an old monk, who carves wood and clay sculptures and sits empty-handed, become an eminent monk just because he is old enough to recite sutras? It is really ridiculous."
"Old man..." Fang Zilan was interrupted by the old man as soon as he opened his mouth. "With a heart of compassion and thoughts of pity for the world, how did it end up like this? If Master Yi Nian saw it, would he regret it at the beginning? Is he tonsured?”
"Old man, you already said that Master Yuan is extremely talented and beautiful, and he is not a person who has gained fame in vain." Fang Zilan said firmly: "In this case, no matter how far he goes, I believe he can get out."
"Good girl..." The old man's eyes suddenly turned red, "I... I just feel it's a pity that such a good person has to suffer so many crimes? Girl, please watch carefully. Today's scene will be a disaster for all generations to come. Will be remembered.”
Fang Zilan stood up and looked back. The monks had a good rapport with each other. The master was like the rising sun, talking and laughing freely and writing calmly, but...
When everyone saw the words on the paper, they all whispered. The mediocre words are indeed inferior to those of other eminent monks. Although words are not the key to success in debate, words like this...
"You guys have seen Master Yuan's hands!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. Fang Zilan pursed her lips into a straight line and watched as Master Yuan rolled up his sleeves for the convenience of writing, revealing the hideous scars on his arms. .
The old man looked at Master Yuan's calm face and murmured: "Have you let it go?"
Fang Zilan stood outside the crowd and heard the argument clearly. From the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle to holding flowers and smiling, Master Liao Yuan talked with great eloquence, every word of which was like Master Ran Deng who rarely spoke, with a look of approval and joy on his face.
Seeing that the debate was coming to an end, she turned her head and looked under the tree. The old man had left at some point, but his repeated words that seemed like babble lingered in her ears for a long time.
The old man said he was worth it.
"I don't believe it." Hongtai raised his eyebrows, "Little beauty, don't say whether this stupid method is effective, just say that you...can't bear to die." When he said the last half of the sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if to confuse generally.
Fang Zilan curled her lips and said close to Hongtai's ear: "Am I reluctant to die, or are you reluctant to see me die?"
"Little beauty, you take the initiative to throw yourself into my arms..." Hongtai raised his hand and held Fang Zilan's wrist, but she remained indifferent. She just said in a cold voice, "It's not that I don't understand the affairs between men and women, but I just don't want to. But if necessary, I don’t mind pretending to be weak and using a honey trap.”
Hongtai's hand tightened a little, "Little beauty, you can even take advantage of yourself when you are ruthless. I am really impressed."
Fang Zilan's eyes were filled with affection, and the smile on her face was even brighter, "We have each other, didn't the boss also use himself to act out a drama of deep and unbearable love with me?"
Hongtai didn't feel embarrassed at all about being exposed. His fingers rubbed Fang Zilan's wrist bones, like a silent seduction, "When did the little beauty notice?"
"From the moment I heard you say that you recognized me as Zi Xiu." Fang Zilan pushed Hongtai's hand away, "If I can be used by you, it will be a bargaining chip between you and Ji Ningtian. Later you learned about my true identity. Identity, this identity can not only deal with Ji Ningtian, but can even sell it to Li Shengxuan, which can always leave a way for you Hong brothers and sisters to survive, right?"
"According to what the little beauty said, I am hypocritical and unfeeling." Hongtai smiled on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Yes, I admit it. It's just..."
He suddenly put his arms around Fang Zilan's shoulders and brought her into his arms, "This is the first time I've seen someone as unmoved as a little beauty."
"If I had met you before I met Ji Ningtian, I might have fallen into your trap." Fang Zilan reached out and hooked the back of Hongtai's neck, "In terms of love, if he is ranked second, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to be number one in the world, otherwise you and I wouldn't have fallen to where we are today."
She tilted her head as she spoke and leaned on Hongtai's shoulder, "Not to mention that he is the best teacher when it comes to matters between men and women. He taught me a lot. I indulged in it and lost my life. Naturally We will not repeat the same mistakes easily again.”
The lingering breath was at her side, and the warm fragrance of nephrite was in her arms, but Hongtai felt a chill on her back and was speechless for a long time.
Fang Zilan straightened up and looked at Hongtai steadily, "However, you are right about one thing. I can't bear to die, so I can only let others die."
