Chapter 242： More scumbag than anyone else 19┃The road to self-destruction

When Su Ming hid in the bushes to eavesdrop on Zhuang Li and Sun Baixi's conversation, Zhuang Shimiao also hid to eavesdrop.

Because of this, he finally knew why Zhuang Li would rather lose 2 billion to terminate the contract with the Sun family. Sure enough, that incident was exposed, and it was exposed so early, no one thought that Zhuang Li would be a master hacker.

Zhuang Li has never received a good education and has never seen the outside world, but he still relies on self-study to become a top talent.

Before that, Zhuang Shimiao never believed in ethnology and genetics, but now he has to. As early as when Zhuang Li was born, the dealer gave him the best wealth, that is, good genes and a smart brain.

Zhuang Shimiao was thinking all the way, and his unwilling thoughts became stronger and stronger. If it is external things that lose to Zhuang Li, he admits that he does not feel that he cannot catch up or even surpass in his future efforts.

But he lost in IQ at birth, and he really couldn't make up for this shortcoming. No matter how much effort he spends, he cannot become a genius.

However, what Zhuang Hong likes most is genius. He graduated from NJ University with a double doctorate. He is a genius himself, and he also advocates the "grey man theory".

In other words, when Zhuang Li returned to the dealer, Zhuang Shimiao had already lost.

This realization made Zhuang Shimiao's heart suffer. After returning to the room, he realized later that Sun Baixi's exposure also meant that Zhuang Li saw through his own thoughts. How will this person deal with himself?

All night, Zhuang Shimiao pondered this question. He could imagine that starting from tomorrow, he would be sidelined by Zhuang Li, and Sun Baixi, Duke and the others would also come to deal with him in order to please Zhuang Li.

Zhuang Shimiao, who was accustomed to being highly sought after by others, couldn't stand this grievance, so the next day, he was naturally ill, and he was very ill.

There was a lack of medical facilities on the island, and everyone had to call for a boat to take him back early.

Zhuang Li and Su Ming stayed on the island to continue their vacation.

Six days later, Zhuang Li, who had not tanned at all, returned to City C, just in time to have dinner with his grandfather.

Zhuang Hong sat in the main seat as usual, Zhuang Qingfeng and Huang Yaping sat on his left and right, respectively, and Zhuang Shimiao was not there.

The food on the table was already half-cold, but the tableware and chopsticks of the three were neatly placed and did not move at all.

It can be seen that when he received a call from his grandson, Zhuang Hong issued an order that he must wait for his grandson to return home before eating.

Zhuang Qingfeng's face was full of impatience, but Huang Yaping showed a warm smile. She missed her son after not seeing her for a few days.

Zhuang Li handed over his luggage to the housekeeper, walked straight to Zhuang Hong, and stretched out his arms in a hug gesture after a long distance.

Zhuang Hong also stood up and hugged his grandson with a big laugh. He patted his grandson's back with his palms, and asked, "Have you had a good time?"

"Happy, originally they wanted to play for a few more days. I said that my old man must miss me, and I have to go back." Zhuang Li spread his hands and smiled: "No, I will come back first."

Zhuang Hong was coaxed by his grandson into a wide-eyed smile, but he waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, who misses you!"

Having said that, he craned his neck and shouted into the kitchen: "Pharaoh, quickly bring out the soup that has been simmering for a day."

In order to welcome his grandson home, he had the chef prepare it early in the morning.

Zhuang Li laughed more and more heartily, and rubbed his grandfather's white hair recklessly. Both grandparents and grandchildren are small curly hairs in the same line. It was precisely because of this distinctive feature that the original owner was recognized.

Zhuang Hong poured a bowl of soup for his grandson and told him to drink more, but he didn't move, just sat and watched kindly.

Zhuang Qingfeng, who had never enjoyed his father's love, saw his eyes turn red. He also wanted to drink Daddy's soup.

Zhuang Hong glanced at him and said lightly: "Xiao Li, your father asked Zhuang Shimiao to work in the company. The position is deputy director of the R&D department. What do you think? I want to send him abroad, do you agree?"

Zhuang Qingfeng immediately looked at his son with dissatisfaction on his face. What qualifications does Zhuang Li have to ask about his decision? What does he know?

Zhuang Li took a spoonful of soup and drank it slowly, his tone was as cold as the old man's: "Let Zhuang Shimiao go to work in the company? This will kill him. I agree with Grandpa's opinion, send him abroad and tell him to stop in the future. return."

Zhuang Qingfeng was taken aback. On the day he secretly took Zhuang Shimiao to complete the entry formalities, the old man said this to him when he received the news--"You will kill Zhuang Shimiao like this."

What happened to these grandparents? Why do you say that you will kill Shimiao? Can't they tolerate Shimiao like that? Twenty-two years later, even a dog should have a relationship, right?

Zhuang Qingfeng was angry and cold. He realized that this son, like the old man, was a cold-blooded monster.

The smile on Huang Yaping's face disappeared, and the taste of the meal changed in one bite. People's hearts are biased. Twenty-two years of deep feelings made her pay more attention to Zhuang Shimiao's feelings.

She put down the bowl and chopsticks with a bang, wanting to scold her son for being unfeeling.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Hong clapped the table and laughed, and said with admiration: "As expected of my grandson Zhuang Hong, his vision is long-term. If you are really like your father--"

He glanced at Zhuang Qingfeng and said in a very disappointed tone: "I should consider entrusting the grand plan to a professional manager. I am self-righteous, emotional and indecisive, obedient and self-willed. Your father has all the potential for a prodigal family. I, Zhuang Hong, have been strong all my life, but at the end of the day, I gave birth to such a useless son. When I go out, how many old people laugh at me? "

Zhuang Qingfeng clenched his chopsticks tightly, with a humiliated look on his face. He grew up listening to these words.

He really didn't understand how he had to be a father to be satisfied. He's not a genius, is it his fault?

Zhuang Hong let out a long sigh, and his turbid eyes brought a happy light when he looked at his grandson: "Fortunately, my grandson has inherited my excellent genes, and Hongtu will be able to make great plans in the future, hahaha!"

He laughed happily, but Zhuang Qingfeng snapped his chopsticks with a squeak.

The father and son were about to quarrel again, but Zhuang Shimiao walked in with a briefcase, his face was pale and his eyes were wet. He seemed to hear everyone's conversation.

"Grandpa, what did I do wrong? You said, I'll change. I joined the company to help you." He walked slowly to Huang Yaping, his tone full of sadness.

Huang Yaping quickly took his hand and gave him silent comfort. She has no say in the banker, but she also has her own position. Two sons, of course, she supports Zhuang Shimiao, who has a deep relationship with her.

"Dad, why do you say that letting Shimiao join the company is to harm him? I really don't understand what you're saying."

After Huang Yaping questioned the old man, she looked directly at Zhuang Li and said cautiously, "Xiao Li, Shimiao told me that he will not fight with you for the Zhuang family's property, he just wants to work hard and earn money in the future. In order to buy a small family of your own. You don't need to guard against him and exclude him. He will never harm you, and please don't harm him. I don't expect you two brothers to love each other, I just want you to live together peacefully, well Water doesn't make river water, is this also okay?"

Zhuang Qingfeng immediately helped: "In my eyes, the two brothers are the same, and I won't be partial to anyone. If Zhuang Li can go to work in the company, of course Shimiao can also."

Zhuang Qingfeng threw away the chopped chopsticks and said in a strong tone for the first time: "Dad, Shimiao was brought into the company by me. If you want to fire him, fire me first. I'll leave this house to you and Zhuang Li. I'll take Shimiao and Yaping out to live. Whoever I want to leave my property to in the future is my freedom, and you have no right to interfere."

He did not have nothing. When his mother passed away, he left him a billion-dollar inheritance and a 5% stake in Hongtu. He will leave these things to Zhuang Shimiao in the future.

As for Zhuang Li, doesn't he still have an old man? He can't afford to lose.

Huang Yaping agreed with her husband's words, but she didn't agree with her, she just shook Zhuang Shimiao's hand firmly, implying that his parents would never give up on him.

This game seems to be a draw. The dealer was completely split into two camps.

Zhuang Hong stared at Zhuang Qingfeng for a long time, his eyes were full of disappointment and regret. From a young age, his wife instilled in his son's ears the concept of "Dad is not good, you have to stand on Mom's side to hate Dad together", so that he couldn't find a starting point to improve his relationship with his son.

He's not an emotionless machine, but his emotions need to be reciprocated. Every caring in exchange is resistance and hatred, and he gets tired too.

"Then you can move out today." Zhuang Hong said calmly.

Zhuang Qingfeng's fingertips trembled slightly. He had the idea of ​​leaving this house for a long time, but when he really waited for this day, he was very uncomfortable.

Huang Yaping told the housekeeper, "Help us pack our luggage." She calmly accepted her father-in-law's decision.

Zhuang Shimiao clenched her mother's hand subconsciously, trying to maintain her calm on the surface, but her heart was as uncomfortable as it was overturned. He didn't want to leave the house at all.

Having lived as the grandson of Zhuang for more than 20 years, he has long regarded everything here as his possessions. How could he possibly appreciate Zhuang Qingfeng's billion-dollar inheritance? All he wants! What he wants is Hongtu and the connections behind the old man!

He wants Zhuang Li to disappear completely, and he wants everyone to know that he is by no means a wild breed, but a legitimate heir to the Zhuang family!

But now he can only stubbornly suppress these ambitions, bow his head honestly, and pretend to be sad.

Huang Yaping also patted the back of his hand in sadness.

Zhuang Hong saw through Zhuang Shimiao's disguise at a glance. He shook his head and let out a long sigh. His son and daughter-in-law were so stupid, he couldn't help it.

Zhuang Li finally finished his soup.

He put down the spoon, picked up the wet tissue and wiped his hands slowly, and said slowly: "The best grandpa has already arranged for Zhuang Shimiao. If he doesn't go, you won't let him go. No matter what happens in the future, you will all complain. No one else, the path is yours to choose."

"Who are you threatening? What do you want to do to Shimiao?" Zhuang Qingfeng slapped the table angrily.

Huang Yaping also showed a very disappointed expression. This son's heart has grown crooked. Like his grandfather, he is an unscrupulous cold-blooded animal!

Zhuang Hong shook his head and sneered.

Zhuang Li stood up, slowly approached Zhuang Shimiao, and whispered in his ear, "Do you believe the saying that character determines fate?"

Zhuang Shimiao pursed his lips and said nothing, but his face was extremely pale. He seemed to be afraid of Zhuang Li's revenge.

"Grandpa wants you to live in peace, then I will respect Grandpa's opinion and won't do anything to you." Zhuang Li patted Zhuang Shimiao on the shoulder and predicted: "But if you want to stay, then I have no choice. I don't. will do anything to you because you are already on the road to self-destruction."

Zhuang Hong put down the tableware and said coldly, "What have you to say to these idiots. If they want to leave, let them go, and no one will come back crying and beg me in the future."