"The young master's face is so ugly..."
"The eldest young master is angry again, and the second young master is probably going to be in trouble again!"
Zhao Wenjiang walked in the second-bedroom villa of the Zhao family with a gloomy face, and there were whispers from the Zhao family's servants around him from time to time.
Zhao Wenjiang is twenty-six years old this year. He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is tall and straight, walks with strong steps and is full of magnanimity.
He walked into a large hall and looked at a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a white mink coat, with no emotion in her eyes.
"Where is Zhao Wenhan?"
He asked in a bad tone.
The beautiful woman was minding her own business putting on her makeup, and never raised her head to look at Zhao Wenjiang. It took a long time before she said lightly:
"It's so rude. When you see an elder, you don't even know how to say hello..."
"Where is Zhao Wenhan?" Zhao Wenjiang repeated again, with a trace of impatience in his tone.
The beautiful woman slowly raised her head, revealing a delicate and delicate face.
Zhuang Yulan is thirty-eight years old, but her skin is fair and delicate, like a girl in her twenties.
She has a pair of bright eyes, revealing a bit of sharp light, which is not to be underestimated. Her lips were painted with light lipstick and raised slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.
Wearing two jeweled bracelets on her hands, her nails are painted with pink nail polish, exuding a light fragrance.
Zhao Wenjiang looked at the beautiful woman and couldn't help but feel a little pressure. He knew that this woman was difficult to deal with.
However, he still refused to be outdone and continued to ask: "Where is he? I have something to ask him!"
"That's your brother. He should be sleeping upstairs right now. Why are you disturbing him so early?"
Zhuang Yulan responded coldly.
After hearing this, Zhao Wenjiang became even more angry. He snorted and walked straight upstairs.
He pushed open the door of the study room and saw Zhao Wenhan lying lazily on the sofa, still holding the phone in his hand, seeming to be looking at something.
He looked a little sleepy, probably not fully awake yet.
Zhao Wenjiang stepped in and said coldly: "You, get up!"
Zhao Wenhan was startled by the sudden sound. He raised his head and saw that it was Zhao Wenjiang. He frowned and said:
"What are you doing? I have to get up if you ask me to?"
Zhao Wenjiang raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily: "Do you know that because of you, the results of more than ten days of hard work by dozens of employees in the company have been ruined?"
"Don't accuse people unjustly!"
When Zhao Wenhan heard this, he immediately jumped up from the bed, pointed at Zhao Wenjiang's nose and cursed angrily:
"I haven't been out much recently, how could it affect the company's operations?"
Snap~!
What he responded to was a harsh slap from Zhao Wenjiang, "Who are you?"
Zhao Wenjiang said with an angry face: "You dare to talk back? If you hadn't had a conflict with Mr. Tang of Tang Dynasty Group at the Poly Auction House, how could the company have missed the construction project of Tang Dynasty Group's Tenaroa Island? ....."
"Poly Auction House..." Zhao Wenhan remembered his previous experience in the garage of Poly Auction House.
At that time, he was planning to teach Tang Song and Yuan a lesson, but instead he was ridiculed by Tang Song and Yuan, and was finally humiliated and expelled by Zhang Dehai.
He did remember that Zhang Dehai once called the other party's surname Tang, but he never expected that Tang Songyuan at that time was the Tang Dynasty Group's president.
"Remember?" Zhao Wenjiang looked at him coldly and said:
"This Mr. Tang purchased a private island in the Seychelles Islands and is expected to spend 500 to 800 million yuan on development."
"If it weren't for you, the company would definitely have taken over this private island development project..."
"Why are you going to Poly Auction House if you have nothing to do?"
Zhao Wenhan was speechless by Zhao Wenjiang's question. He paused for a moment before answering in a nonchalant way: "Of course I'm going to participate in the auction."
"Participate in the auction?" Zhao Wenjiang said angrily like a firecracker being lit: "Do you think you are going to participate in an ordinary auction?"
"That's a special auction organized by Poly Auction House for Shengtang Salvage, a subsidiary of Tang Dynasty Group. Don't you have any idea?"
"You actually dare to conflict with Tang Song and Yuan, who gave you the courage?"
Zhao Wenhan was so lectured by Zhao Wenjiang that he couldn't hold his head up. He also knew that he had indeed caused a big disaster in this incident and was caught by Zhao Wenjiang, but he still said harshly:
"So what, isn't it just a project worth hundreds of millions? It's not like our Zhao family has to live by this order. If we lose it, we'll lose it!"
Snap~!
Another heavy slap fell on the other side of Zhao Wenhan's face.
He covered his cheeks that were red from being slapped and roared:
"That's enough, Zhao Wenjiang, are you done yet?"
"I went to the auction to take pictures of the two traditional Chinese paintings of the Wu family, "Ten Thousand Miles of the Yangtze River" and "Ba People Drawing Water,"
"This matter involves the grievances between the Zhao and Wu families. Grandpa is supporting me behind my back. If you dare to hit me again, try again!"
Then, a joking smile appeared on his face again, and he said: "Zhao Wenjiang, you are so angry because you still have unresolved feelings for Wu Qianxun of the Wu family."
"It's such a pity that the modern version of Romeo and Juliet still can't be together in the end."
"Now the Wu family is in ruins, everyone is running away, and Wu Qianxun is nowhere to be found..."
When Zhao Wenjiang heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of deep pain flashed in his eyes.
He clenched his fists and the veins on his forehead jumped, obviously extremely angry.
However, before he had time to attack, Zhao Wenhan continued:
"What? Are you heartbroken? You look so affectionate and loyal, it's really disgusting to see you."
"Zhao Wenjiang, just admit it, you can't beat me at all."
"The Wu family has fallen and Wu Qianxun has disappeared. What can you do now? Hit me? Haha, that's all you can do..."
"Shut up!" Zhao Wenjiang shouted sternly: "I'm talking to you about the company's order and it has nothing to do with the Wu family!"
Zhao Wenhan was startled by Zhao Wenjiang's reaction. He had never seen Zhao Wenjiang so out of his mind. He knew that he had hit Zhao Wenjiang's pain point, and he couldn't help feeling a little proud.
He sat up, straightened his messed up clothes, looked at Zhao Wenjiang provocatively, and said:
"What, did it hit your sore spot? Zhao Wenjiang, you are just a coward who can't bear to part with glory and wealth!"
"Shut up!" Zhao Wenjiang was furious again, grabbed Zhao Wenhan's collar, and slammed his fist on Zhao Wenhan's head.
The two brothers started fighting in the study room, and the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong continued to be heard.
Zhuang Yulan heard something was wrong and ran up quickly. When she saw the two of them fighting fiercely, she stamped her feet in anger.
"Both of you, stop it!" she shouted loudly:
"Stop it, you two, stop fighting!"
Zhao Wenhan was beaten by Zhao Wenjiang, but he still showed off his strength and responded: "Mom, let him beat me if it's okay. If he can't beat me, I will kill him sooner or later!"
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