Han Feng took the opportunity to ask Mr. Zhao about himself and the second son of the Wang family.
But according to Mr. Zhao, there was no grudge between the two, and there was only some friction that day. The two sides had a casual quarrel and then went their separate ways.
Han Feng still had doubts in his heart, but it was inconvenient to ask more questions.
Then the two began to chat. Most of the topics were dominated by Mr. Zhao, and most of them were emotions and memories of how they had known each other.
Under the memories of Mr. Zhao, some scattered fragments in Han Feng's mind were gradually reorganized, and the image of Mr. Zhao finally became clear.
This Young Master Zhao is the only son of the head of the Zhao family. Logically speaking, he should be admired by all the stars and receive countless favors.
However, because Mr. Zhao's appearance was so ugly, it is said that when he was born, the head of the Zhao family held him in his arms and cried bitterly.
In the next few days, I couldn't sleep at night and couldn't eat.
According to Han Feng's understanding, the head of the Zhao family probably wanted to test Mr. Zhao's DNA to see if this guy was his biological son.
Mr. Zhao is not only ugly in appearance, but after testing, although he has spiritual veins, the quality of his spiritual veins seems to be extremely poor, even worse than many of the descendants of the family.
Now, like Han Feng, he is seventeen years old, but he still stubbornly stays at the one-star level of martial arts. In the county, he is implicitly known as the "second waste" in Bailong County.
Han Feng and Young Master Zhao had known each other since childhood. At that time, Han Feng was still the young master of the Han family and was running rampant in Bailong County, while Young Master Zhao was bullied by the children of several other major families.
Once, Han Feng didn't know whether it was on a whim or not, he saved Mr. Zhao who was being beaten, and also taught the perpetrators a lesson for him. From then on, the two became like brothers.
After Han Xiaotian died and Han Feng was in trouble, Mr. Zhao did not look down on Han Feng. Instead, he helped Han Feng many times and rescued Han Feng. Therefore, Han Feng always regarded Mr. Zhao as a close friend.
Recalling the past of the two of them in his mind, Han Feng sighed in his heart. No wonder the two of them could become brothers. Only if they were both good-for-nothings could they cherish each other.
At this moment, Han Feng finally remembered Mr. Zhao's name, which was "Zhao Weinan".
It is estimated that the owner of the Zhao family saw that his son was too ugly and hoped that he would become a "weird" man and establish a great career when he grew up.
When Han Feng remembered the name, he couldn't help laughing, feeling that there was a lot of ambiguity in it.
However, Han Feng's smile suddenly turned bitter when he thought of some "stubborn illness" that he still had.
He is a great man, but he is a weak man!
Han Feng felt bitter in his heart and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Zhao, you and I are both miserable people."
This sentence seemed to hit Zhao Weinan's heart, and his extremely embarrassed face was filled with sadness and sorrow.
Zhao Weinan lifted up his long sleeves with both hands, revealing his scarred arms with streaks of blue and red, and said with a cry.
"Brother Han, I am suffering more than you. Although you have lost your position as young master, as the young master of the Zhao family, I have to be beaten up by my father every day. I am suffering so much...!"
When Han Feng saw this, he couldn't help being stunned and confused.
"Brother Zhao, why did the head of the Zhao family do this to you?"
Zhao Weinan's eyes were moist, his face was also full of doubts, he grabbed Han Feng's arm and cried.
"I don't know. Sometimes I make mistakes and my father beats me, but I can still think better of it.
But sometimes, when I obviously didn't make any mistakes, my father would drag me over and beat me up indiscriminately when he saw me. It's unreasonable! "
Seeing the ugly look of Zhao Weinan's two frowning eyebrows twisting together, his nose twitching, and tears streaming down his face when he was crying, Han Feng resisted the urge to "beat him up" and nodded in realization.
"I think I probably understand."
After Zhao Weinan cried for a while, he wiped away his tears and looked at Han Feng, who looked much more energetic than before. His two small eyes suddenly lit up, he blinked a few times and whispered.
"Brother Han, I have nothing to do today, why don't we go to the county brothel to drink a few glasses of wine, and then go to the gambling house to play some games?"
When Han Feng heard this, he shook his head and refused. He had just made a perfume and had to find a way to sell it. He had no time to drink flower wine.
When Zhao Weinan saw that Han Feng was not going, he just said that the other party was short of money, so he immediately patted his chest and said.
"Brother Han, don't worry and follow me. I'll cover all the expenses!"
Zhao Weinan rarely showed his heroic spirit. Although he was ugly and mediocre in talent, he was the only son of the head of the Zhao family after all.
Whenever Mr. Zhao was severely beaten, perhaps out of his father's guilt, Mr. Zhao would give Zhao Weinan a large amount of pocket money. This also made Zhao Weinan feel pain and happiness every time he was beaten.
As Zhao Weinan said this, he took it out of his pocket, and a dozen gold tickets worth a thousand gold coins were shaking in front of Han Feng.
Han Feng originally had a calm face, but when he saw these golden tickets, his eyes widened. In his eyes, these were not golden tickets, but they were all spiritual stones.
I originally thought that Zhao Weinan only had a small amount of savings, but I didn't expect that this guy was so wealthy.
"Gudu..."
After swallowing dryly, Han Feng couldn't help but said calmly.
"This...do you need so much money to visit a brothel or a gambling house?"
Zhao Weinan said with an indifferent expression.
"Of course you don't spend a lot of money visiting a brothel, but you can spend money on gambling. Brother Han, don't you know? I lose nine out of ten times when I gamble. The total money I have lost over the years must be nearly one hundred thousand gold coins."
"One hundred thousand!"
Han Feng's eyes widened again. One hundred thousand gold coins, if exchanged for spiritual stones, would be as many as one hundred. This guy actually lost them all.
At this moment, Han Feng felt that the head of the Zhao family was too kind to Zhao Weinan. This kind of prodigal son deserved to be beaten to death!
Feeling the unkind look in Han Feng's eyes, Zhao Weinan felt a chill running down his spine and couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Han, you...what's wrong with you? You really don't have to worry about money. I'm not short of money, brother."
Han Feng remained silent and stared at Zhao Weinan for a long time. His eyes suddenly became gentle, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Han Feng knew that his big problem had been solved.
The key to solving the problem is Mr. Zhao, who is "foolish but rich in money". The other party's length and size are just right!
Zhao Weinan was a little panicked by Han Feng's gaze. Before he could speak, Han Feng said calmly.
"Brother Zhao, you and I are not young now. When other family members reach our age, they either work hard to practice and become the pillars of the family in the future, or they study business methods and create more wealth for the family.
Brother Zhao, don’t you have a “dream”? "
"dream!"
Zhao Weinan was struck hard by this novel and hopeful word, and his face could not help but reveal a look of confusion and longing.
In Han Feng's eyes, his expression was similar to that of "Little Red Riding Hood" who was about to open the door to the "Big Bad Wolf".
Obviously, this guy has all the "good attributes" that people deceive.
