Chapter 595： Huang's choice

When the sun rose on the third day of Zhang Wanlin's retreat, the secret room of Huang's old neighbor near the water pavilion was still brightly lit, and there were hundreds of people sitting in it.

These are the disciples and grandchildren of the Huang family's descendants and their collateral families, as well as Huang's grandson.

However, at this time they were arguing over whether to sell the house in Yulong Villa, and it was Huang Zhenhu, the son of Grandpa Huang, who advocated selling the villa.

As for those who do not support the sale of this villa, it is Sun Biao, a close disciple of Mr. Huang! Although Sun Biao's name is very sturdy, his temperament is as deep as water. The Huang family can develop to such a point in these years, and it is absolutely inseparable from Sun Biao's loyal and sincere advice.

In addition to being a disciple of Grandpa Huang, this Sun Biao also has an identity that is Grandson Huang’s son-in-law! Although he is a son-in-law at home, no one dared to underestimate him. In addition to his amazing martial talent, more importantly, his IQ is high, he is low-key, and he is a hidden big brother.

Anyone who opposes him in business, Sun Biao has countless ways to make a trip in the dark, and finally let those people deflate.

Then he led the Huang family to eat a lot, which is really a cash cow.

Therefore, Mr. Huang values ​​this son-in-law very much, and its status is similar to that of Huang Zhenhu, the head of the family. This is where they can argue at the moment.

"Brother-in-law, I know that you are clever, and I am beyond the reach of the merchant."

"But you have to listen to me this time! Selling this villa, we can not only get a junior longevity pill, but also get the purchase rights of senior longevity pill."

"At that time, we only need to send the purchase rights of this senior longevity Dan to the Song family in Kyoto. I dare to guarantee that our Huang family will definitely fly Huang Tengda in the future!"

Huang Zhenhu said hopefully: "In the future, his family will move to Kyoto to establish a foothold, and they can all be mixed with second-rate families, which makes people dare not underestimate."

After hearing Huang Zhenhu's words, Sun Biao shook his head, a disapproving look, which made Huang Zhenhu's face extremely ugly.

Today's Huang family, besides looking at the old man's face, the only face he still has to look at is Sun Biao. This brother-in-law often sings contradictions to himself. He is really angry.

"Homeowner, these years I have been developing for our Huang family in the provincial capital, so I am not very familiar with the development center of the ancient city family and would not comment, but I still know a lot about Zhang Wanlin."

Sun Biao said: "Suddenly he was so eager to buy the entire Yulong Mountain Villa for such a big price, don't you think there is something weird?"

"Maybe there are a lot of treasures under Yulong Mountain Villa?

As long as our Huang family does not sell it and stays here, as long as he mines the treasure, we will be able to share a piece of soup. We do not know how great this benefit is. "

Sun Biao again said: "Besides, Zhang Wanlin's identity is not simple, and he himself is not simple. Maybe staying here and continuing to make good friends with him is the best possibility for our Huang family to fly Huang Tengda in the future."

"Biao'er is not unreasonable."

After not sleeping for a night, Mr. Huang's spirit is not very good now, but he still cheered up and said, "Zhenhu, shall we discuss it next time?"

"Dad, there are only four days left in the week given by Shuanglin Medical Center. We have to catch up and settle down."

Huang Zhenhu said, looking at other people, "Well, let's raise our hands to vote."

"Willing to sell this house, offering treasures to the Song family's raised hand in Beijing, if you don't support selling the villa, you don't need to raise your hand."

Huang Zhenhu is in a bad mood and has a very bad tone.

As soon as Huang Zhenhu's words fell, more than 30 people in the team of more than 100 immediately raised their hands. Other people look at me, I look at you, and I don't know what to do for a while.

None of them are absolute supporters of Huang Zhenhu, they care more about their business, so between Sun Biao and their owner Huang Zhenhu who brought them a lot of benefits, they didn't know how to choose.

Seeing so many people unwilling to raise their hands, Huang Zhenhu looked even more ugly, and he was about to flare up, but Huang suddenly got up and slapped on the table with a palm: "Give a fart! Lao Tzu is not dead yet!"

"Nothing needs to be done to raise the hand to vote."

Father Huang got angry, and those who raised their hands put their hands down.

Mr. Huang immediately said to Huang Zhenhu: "Zhenhu, don't hurry to vote, and listen to Biaoer's words again, I think his words are reasonable."

"Then I will continue."

Sun Biao did not look at Huang Zhenhu's ugly expression, and continued, "Zhang Wanlin can allow so many great figures from the Great Kingdom to endorse him, which shows that his identity is not simple."

"And he has such an eye-catching medical technology, why no one dares to move his cake?

Because he or he has the ability to absolutely guard this cake. "

"So, I reasonably speculate that Zhang Wanlin's identity is not lower than that of the Song family in Beijing!"

As soon as Sun Biao's words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The Song family in the capital, one of the four major families in the capital, controls one-tenth of the economy of northern China. The annual tax payment alone is an astronomical figure.

Now Sun Biao says that Zhang Wanlin's identity is not lower than that of the Song family in Beijing, so dare to say! "Haha! I laughed to death, I admit that Zhang Wanlin is indeed extraordinary, but in front of the Song family, he is afraid that he can't even count as a fart?"

"Okay, I don't want to discuss these useless topics anymore."

Huang Zhenhu interrupted Sun Biao who was still talking. "Today I put my words here, as long as I am the owner of the Huang family, I will sell this house!"

"Eh..." Sun Biao smiled bitterly, "Since the owner has made up his mind, then I can't help it anymore, so this meeting doesn't mean to continue the discussion, I will go first."

Sun Biao said that he got up and was about to leave. Other family members saw that the meeting was almost over, and they all got up and left.

"Slow down!"

Grandpa Huang got up again and said seriously, "Everyone is afraid that I haven't forgotten. I initiated this family meeting?"

"The owner of this house has always been me, so its disposal right is also mine. I came to you to discuss whether to sell or not. Zhenhu, you can't do it alone."

"Dad, but I am the head of the Huang family. The decision-making power of the Huang family should belong to me now. If you do this, how can I convince the public in the future?"

Huang Zhenhu said bitterly.

Huang Zhenhu's words sank Huang Zhenhu's heart. He knew that he had lost this time. The old man said all these words. Could he still consider letting him decide the sale of this house?