books44 Chapter 1120 - 1122
Chapter 1120 - 1122
Zhao Rui stood at the upstairs window, looking at the car that couldn’t enter parked at the door.
In her heart was a cold sneer, thinking, "I let you leave me standing at the door for so long back then, so let you taste the feeling of a closed door this time."
"Xiao Rui, what are you looking at?" Zhao Zhi, craving a cigarette, couldn’t smoke in the hospital room lest Zhao Gang, that self-righteous guy, discipline him.
Zhao Zhi stepped out and saw his sister Zhao Rui staring intently downstairs.
Peeking out, he noticed the car parked at the door. "That car has been there for quite a while, hasn’t it?"
Why hasn’t it been let through yet, what’s going on?
"It’s our dad wanting to meet his so-called eldest grandson." Remembering how the old man, upon learning that Zhao Xuran had returned to Beijing, eagerly wanted to meet this grandson.
Before coming to Beijing, Zhao Rui had, of course, thoroughly researched Zhao Gang’s situation, and Zhao Xuran, Zhao Gang’s eldest son, was naturally a focal point.
The more she looked at the information, the more her heart was in turmoil; although her father hadn’t said anything, he occasionally lamented having no successor.
If he knew there was such an outstanding grandson, wouldn’t the old man support Zhao Xuran?
Zhao Rui really dared not think about what position they would hold in the Zhao Family if Zhao Gang’s side rose up.
"No way, he’s just a kid, and he’s driving already."
"Wow, it’s a Santana!" Zhao Zhi was surprised. "Zhao Gang is that rich, huh?"
They knew Zhao Gang was pretty wealthy, but not this wealthy.
"Do you think, as the elder brother returning to the Zhao Family, he should bleed a little?"
"I’m not asking for much, just to buy all of us a courtyard house in Beijing."
"And then a car for each family."
"Oh, isn’t there a factory? Maybe give us some shares, so we can live off the dividends each year."
Gong Tao and Cai Ming happened to come out and overheard Zhao Zhi’s shameless words, truly disgusted beyond belief.
All had disdainful expressions; they hadn’t had much contact with Zhao Gang’s so-called brothers, but they knew they were really a bunch of losers.
Besides rushing to grab benefits, they didn’t care about anything else, thriving only because the old man was still alive.
"When the old man passes, the entire Zhao Family will collapse." Cai Ming couldn’t help but feel a sense of caution.
It’s fake to say Zhao Gang’s father had no ability; otherwise, how could a kid from a rural village have such good opportunities?
But when the kids were little, he focused on power struggles, completely forgetting that family legacy requires capable heirs.
"A collapse might be good; they looked down on rural folks, always talking about them." Although Gong Tao and others weren’t from rural areas, they were farmers in the Northeast for many years.
If not for those experiences and hardships in the Northeastern Rural parts, would they have achieved what they have today?
"Farmers, as long as they tend the land well, reap rich returns and live comfortably, unlike them." Cai Ming eagerly anticipated how they’d mess things up later.
Cai Ming suddenly remembered something, glanced around, and signaled his brother-in-law to step aside. "Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard Zhao Yong telling his mom he wanted to store the old man’s money with him."
"Saying otherwise, who knows who’ll get the money when Zhao Gang returns."
"He even told his mom not to tell Zhao Zhi and Zhao Rui." Anyone who wasn’t a fool could guess Zhao Yong’s intentions.
No way, is Xie Ya that stupid? Even if Zhao Gang doesn’t return, there’s still Zhao Zhi, her eldest son.
"Did Xie Ya agree to it later?" If they really took the money out, Gong Tao had to discuss it with Zhao Gang.
The last thing they wanted was for Zhao Yong to have taken the money, and mother and son claiming it went to Zhao Gang, ruining reputations and bearing those flamboyant expenses.
"Xie Ya isn’t foolish; she said she’d think about it."
"Zhao Jiangnan isn’t comatose or senile; doesn’t he know how much money there is?"
"If this blows up, how would Zhao Zhi and Zhao Rui perceive it?" Each one is after Zhao Jiangnan’s money.
Even though they have their schemes, they must endure, forming small cliques or directly aligning with Xie Ya.
The concern was if this blew up, it could infuriate Zhao Jiangnan, their backbone; unless someone is brainless, they wouldn’t make such a mistake.
"Should we spread this idea around?" Gong Tao thought, since Zhao Rui already disliked them, let them know they should be more wary of Zhao Yong than Zhao Gang.
The idea was good, but, "Who do you think is the best to say it?"
If they came forward, would Zhao Zhi believe them?
Zhao Yong would shift the blame, turning things against them.
Zhao Jiangnan sat quietly at a distance, his heart filled with displeasure.
Especially seeing how Zhao Gang bore no resemblance to his face, but instead looked like his uncle, all sorts of displeasure arose.
Everyone said he abandoned his rural wife to marry another, not knowing he didn’t mind his parents’ choice of spouse as much as he resented her brother.
He went off with the villagers to join the army, not out of high moral enlightenment, but because he was truly oppressed by that brother-in-law.
Zhao Jiangnan stared at him knowingly, sensing his displeased gaze.
As for why it was so, Zhao Gang gathered bits and pieces from his uncle’s mouth after Xie Ya drove him away, quietly leaving without considering waiting for the so-called father to meet him.
"I take after my uncle, right?"
"If you don’t like me, then you don’t."
"If my mom hadn’t disagreed, I wanted to change my surname."
"Compared to the Zhao Family, the Xia Family took better care of me."
"Including grandpa and grandma, whom my uncle took better care of."
"I wonder if in your dreams you felt guilty about grandpa and grandma."
His parents? After Zhao Jiangnan left with the townsfolk from that small village, he didn’t return much, and each limited visit was either about divorcing Xia Shulan or his parents passing.
Thinking of his parents’ deaths, it was clearly Xie Ya who was his wife, but everything had to be cleared with Xia Shulan, and his brother-in-law dealt a heavy-handed lesson, all stirring various pains.
"I sent money to your grandpa and grandma every month; why would I feel guilty?" Although he didn’t return, he absolutely fulfilled his son’s responsibilities.
"I didn’t return because I was busy with work." Back then, how many people were too busy to return and care for their parents in their hometowns, only mailing money back?
Mailing money? Hahaha, that’s so stupid, "When you go back, ask anyone in the village who saw the money orders."
"You know why, after grandpa died, grandma wouldn’t speak to you? Because she didn’t want others to know about your lack of filial piety; even after grandpa’s death, they assumed they’d written and telegraphed you, but received no response."
"Grandpa died in despair."
To this day, he hasn’t wondered why, as the only son, his own mother wouldn’t pay him any mind.
This person used all his brainpower on promotions, never bothering to think twice about life’s matters; truly unworthy of sympathy.