Chapter 1141

Charles looked at the backs of Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan and shrugged his shoulders, and muttered in displeasure, "You think you're a god? Do you know my father's whereabouts?"

Charles paid the bill, and then wandered out of the bar. As soon as he went out, he was surrounded by people, and Charles was obviously taken aback.

"Master!" The leader of the man in black bowed to Charles, and then said, "Excuse me, please come with us..."

"You guys? How did you find this place?" Charles was stunned and asked inexplicably.

"Master is in the car over there..." the leader of the man in black said calmly without saying much.

"Hey!" Charles had no choice but to sigh helplessly. At this point, he could only follow the man in black to meet his father.

Old Charles is sitting in an RV not far away at the moment, and what he is holding is a GPS navigation and positioning device, Yang Ming's guess is correct. In Charles' mobile phone, old Charles had already ambushed a GPS chip. It's just that he didn't turn it on easily. When he just called, Old Charles felt that something was wrong. He felt that Charles should be nearby, and he silently observed the movement in the tea room.

So old Charles activated the GPS positioning device and found Charles' location. Sure enough, Charles was nearby, and he ran from the direction of the tea room to the direction of a bar.

Old Charles smiled and got into the RV. Head towards the bar.

Turning off the GPS device in his hand and hiding the device, Old Charles saw his son get into the RV.

"Dad!" Charles got into the car very displeased, and sat on the side with his head down, looking annoyed.

Old Charles frowned: "Charles, what do you mean? Play hide and seek with me?"

"No." Charles said without looking up.

"Then what do you mean? You came near the tea room, didn't come in, and ran away again?" Old Charles said here, but he still didn't forget to explain: "Don't think that my people didn't see you."

"Huh? See me? I guess you installed a GPS chip on my phone or something?" At this point, Charles took out his phone and threw it in front of Old Charles.

Old Charles was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that Charles would find out about this. He coughed and changed the topic: "You're not a kid anymore. What kind of car do you always play? Do you know? The family business still needs to be Are you going to inherit it?"

"Dad, I understand what you think!" Charles suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "Dad, let's have a good talk!"

"Talk?" Old Charles was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay, okay, let's talk, let me see what you want to talk to me about!"

"Dad, I'm not joking, I'm telling you this matter very formally, and I hope you can complete this conversation between us with an equal and fair attitude, and I don't want you to always use your My own subjective consciousness is the topic." Charles hesitated, then said.

"Oh?" Old Charles smiled: "Interesting, well, I'm up to you, what do you want to talk about, let's talk!"

"Okay, Dad, I hope you keep your promise, and after listening to what I say, you can be more rational and don't yell." Charles said.

"Okay, I'm such an adult, I'm still more sensible than you!" Old Charles took a breath. Said sternly. He also realized that Charles might want to talk to him about his future life planning this time.

Old Charles also knows that the relationship between their father and son has obviously become tense in recent years. Old Charles is very sad. As he gets older, what he wants most is that his son often visits him and talks to him, but because of the tense relationship , Charles ignored him at all. And avoid him. This made old Charles very uncomfortable.

"Dad, in fact, you also know that my ambition and hobbies are not to engage in those killer careers at all. I have no interest in those things at all!" Charles said: "My hobby is racing. , I can find the joy of my life, other things are boring to me."

"I know this too, but if you don't manage the family business, what will happen to the family business?" Old Charles sighed and said, "I'm not young anymore, and I can't last a few years, so what will I do then? Don’t care about these brothers who have been born and died? Seeing the huge killer group I established break down and disband? I really don’t want to do this..."

"Dad, in fact, to put it bluntly, the family business is in my hands, and the ending will still be like this, because I am not good at these." Charles said: "Everyone has their own strengths, and everyone has their own strengths. Personal ideals, I don’t want you to bind me and let me do things I don’t like, not only will I be unhappy, but I believe you will not be happy either.”

"You...really think about it? Will you make racing a career in the future?" Old Charles said this after a while, and looked at Charles with some old eyes: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, father!" Charles said firmly, "I've thought about it, this is my career, my pursuit, I don't want to be a killer, I want to be a racing driver. Galloping on the road !"

"But, what about the family business?" Old Charles was a little helpless. It could be seen that Charles had already made up his mind, otherwise it couldn't be like this

"I..." Charles was also a little embarrassed. He also understands that his father attaches great importance to family affairs.

"I personally created a small organization left by your grandfather and turned it into a deification of the killer world and the third-ranked killer organization in the world. You can't imagine how much effort I have put in. For me, This killer group will also be my son, although not as important as you, but he is also a part of my life!" Old Charles said with some helplessness and regret: "However, if I am between the killer group and you I have no choice, son, I will choose you without hesitation!"

Charles' tears flowed down in an instant. He originally thought that career was the first priority in his father's heart, but he didn't expect that his father would say that today. This made Charles's hostility and dissatisfaction with his father suddenly change without a trace.

"Dad!" Charles took his father's hand. The invisible barrier between the two also dissipated.

"Son!" Old Charles patted Charles on the shoulder: "Okay, you're right, I figured it out, everyone has their own ideals and pursuits, and my ideal is to make the killer my father gave me The team is bigger and stronger, I am bigger, and I feel the joy of success! So I should not hinder your ideals, since you want to go racing, then do it, starting today, I will not interfere with you anymore !"

"Really?" Charles couldn't believe what happened in front of him. Is this still his stubborn father?

"Of course it is true!" Old Charles said with a loving smile, "Your father and I are not as unenlightened as you imagined. At this moment, I have figured out everything. Whatever you want to do, just go ahead and do it boldly. I support you!"

"Thank you for your understanding, Father!" Charles said excitedly.

"And my own father, what can I say to thank you?" Old Charles smiled.

"Hehe, but your killer team...? Charles never thought about the killer team before. It has nothing to do with him at all. However, as the relationship between father and son eased, Charles also had to worry about it. and father's feelings.

"I can last a few more years about the killer team," Old Charles said. "At that time, I will see if I can find a suitable person and entrust it to me. In short, I can't let the killer team disappear! Just have it!" There are very few people with this ability..."