"That's it." Sikong Ling replied matter-of-factly.
"Okay, come here."
Sikong Boyuan nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, and waved to his son.
With doubts in his eyes, Sikong Ling walked to his father and bowed to listen to the instructions.
Snapped--
A slap hit that handsome face hard. Sikong Ling was caught off guard and was whipped away. He rolled twice before stopping.
The left side of my face swelled up at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.
"dad!"
Sikong Ling was shocked and angry, looking at his father in disbelief.
"Why do you hit me!"
"Are you asking why?" Sikong Boyuan's eyes were like a hawk, staring at his youngest son who had hurriedly climbed up over there, and his voice was stern, "You can think about some things in your heart, but don't get involved.
"No one involved in the long table meeting can be calculated by you."
"You think you are so smart. Do you think this position in the Ten Directions Alliance is easy to sit in? The stability you have now is earned by me, Sikong Boyuan, protecting you from wind and rain, but it is not for you to lose."
Sikong Ling stood there blankly. He never expected that his plan would be so belittled. Coupled with the slap just now, his self-esteem exploded and his eyes turned red.
"Why can't we participate! Father, you said that what you admire most is the bloody courage of the young man. He is alone, without the huge power of the Tiger Shark Society as a backing, and he is not the white gloves of some big shot. Just because he is 8 Star Warrior, can you just ask for 20% of Shang Nan’s black market profits?”
"Today's 8-star war will cost 20% of the profit, and tomorrow's 8-star war will cost 20% of the profit. If it could be obtained so easily, Shang Nan's underground black market would have turned upside down. No matter how powerful an individual is, he is just an individual!"
"Father, it's not that I don't have courage, it's just that you worry too much!"
Sikong Ling roared at the top of his lungs. He covered his face and stood up, looking directly at Sikong Boyuan without giving an inch.
It was quiet in the huge study room.
Liu Kui still looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose looked at his mouth, standing like an old pine, without saying a word.
Sikong Boyuan looked at his youngest son indifferently, and waited for five seconds before speaking slowly: "Do you think I am cautious because I have too many worries? Then why don't you think I said it to you after careful consideration?"
"You watched the long table meeting with me in the study. What did you see?"
Sikong Ling replied without hesitation: "I heard that kid talk nonsense, but I admit that he is very strong, because I saw him knock Wu Duo out of the French window, and then I saw him come back not long after."
"Then what?" Sikong Boyuan was noncommittal.
"Then? Then he asked Lin Zhidao, the second generation ancestor of the Lin family, to attend the meeting for him, and he left. Is there anything wrong with this?" Sikong Ling's tone was filled with a sneer. He, Sikong Ling, was not stupid enough to be deaf or blind. .
Sikong Boyuan sighed and shook his head. He looked at Sikong Ling seriously, "Now that I think back to the scene when I asked Lin Guangming to marry you and Lin Guangming rejected it without hesitation, I feel uncomfortable several times. , after all, you are my most beloved son. But now, I suddenly realize that I, as a father, don’t know as much as my neighbors. I really don’t blame Lin Chujun for looking down on you. "
Hearing this, Sikong Ling's face instantly turned pale. He never expected that his father would suddenly mention these words, and in a rather disappointed tone.
What did you say wrong?
Is it wrong to contradict you?
With resentment brewing in his heart, Sikong Ling's face became even more ugly.
Sikong Boyuan pinched his eyebrows and looked out the window at the lush greenery.
"You saw him knocking Wu Duo out of the window, but you didn't see how he instantly killed Wu Duo in three seconds. Naturally, you didn't see that he was one step away from the realm of stepping on Qi as hard as stone. If not It just so happened that one person was sitting at the edge of the arena, and our Sikong family happened to offer a good price, so maybe I would have missed this wonderful scene.”
"You saw him leave, but you didn't see the Falcon rotorcraft hovering in Changyang Street when he left. This armed vehicle is unique to Shangnan Base within a radius of 200 kilometers."
"It really doesn't matter if a person is strong. This is determined by the times. Just as Wu He is an 8-star general, he is at most a master guard of our Si Kong family. But what if the Yanhuang military is standing behind him?"
"You only care about what you see, but you don't take the initiative to think about why the situation in front of you occurs, so naturally you haven't checked the boy's file. Even I am not qualified to check it. Except for the Yanhuang military , I can’t think of any other force in Shangnan City that can do it.”
Four plain sentences, but each one was more enlightening than the last. Sikong Boyuan's words sent chills all over Sikong Ling.
"I'll hit you, haha~~"
"If you were not my son, Sikong Boyuan, it would be a miracle that you lived to be 20 years old."
Sikong Boyuan finally stood up, his figure in the Chinese tunic suit making him look extremely majestic.
"This world is not in chaos yet where the aristocratic sects dominate everything. In front of the huge state machine, who do you think you are?"
"Twenty percent profit? Do you really think it's for that young boy?"
"That was given to the Yanhuang military by all the underground forces in Shangnan. It must be given, it must be given! To be honest, the two percent profit is due to the fact that the Shangnan military respects us."
"Liu Kui, you will continue to attend later. Then, Sikong Ling, stay by my side and remember the demeanor and tone of the twelve people at the long table...every word they said."
"Of course someone will do this, but remember, it must not be done by our Si Kong family. We are all understanding people. If you don't speak, you will not look stupid, but if you speak too much, you will instantly become the target of public criticism. You , do you understand?"
Sikong Boyuan glanced at the lost Sikong Ling, looked at Liu Kui who bowed slightly, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's Liu Kui's duty to share the master's worries."
Sikong Ling stood there blankly, looking at Liu Kui's back as he cautiously left, and his mind was still churning over what Sikong Boyuan had just said to him.
[So, this fight, and this anger...]
[I can only endure it? 】
Finally, Sikong Ling came up with such a soul torture in his mind, and he returned to the origin of his thinking.
When Sikong Boyuan saw his youngest son's thoughtful look, a trace of relief finally flashed in his eyes.
Knowing shame and then being brave, Sikong Ling was not unlearned after all, and he was still able to listen to his words.
My hard work is not in vain.
…
…
Lin Zhidao sat at the tea table, pouring himself one cup after another.
His eyes were downcast, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
For five minutes, not a single word was spoken. Coupled with the tall and straight suit, he now seemed to have the aura of a noble man from an aristocratic family that Sikong Ling had shown before at the auction house.
