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Ouyang Zhirou looked at the photo and couldn't help but laugh. In the picture, I was lying on the ground, competing with a little dog for a piece of chicken leg. It perfectly illustrated what it meant to be a beloved child. Even someone as thick-skinned as I am felt my face flush.
Ahhh! Grandma!
I rushed forward and snatched the photo from Grandma's hands, but she was unfazed and pulled out another picture. "Zhi Rou, this one is from Xiao Lun's childhood."
When Grandma revealed that photo, I felt like I could die. Tears streamed down my face as I cried out in despair.
With a wail, I fled the scene; there was no stopping me now.
Ouyang Zhirou, on the other hand, was doubled over with laughter. For her, this was a fresh experience; she never expected that Zhao Lun's childhood antics would be so entertaining.
Meanwhile, in the room where Zhao Changsheng and Ouyang Xiong were, the two sat surprisingly calmly together—one smoking a cigarette and the other sipping on alcohol.
"Are you really going to drag those two kids into that mess?" Ouyang Xiong broke the silence first.
"Not just two; at this rate, it might be more," Zhao Changsheng replied.
Ouyang Xiong was taken aback by Zhao Changsheng's words. He hadn't anticipated that Zhao Changsheng would consider pulling everyone down with him, binding those wavering individuals together like grasshoppers on the same rope.
"What do you mean by that? Do you think those people will have any loyalty to you like I do? Each of them is sharper than the last."
Zhao Changsheng sighed heavily. "We have no choice; we have to make it work. Time is running out. According to my investigation, Mo Li and Su Xuan have already started to collaborate with some foreign forces, intending to consolidate all underground industries in the country—including our own—into their own power. They want to appear as legitimate businessmen while secretly running the entire black market."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xiong couldn't help but wonder if they would really take action against them. But what could they use to persuade those people?
Zhao Changsheng merely glanced at the door without elaborating further.
"No, absolutely not! I can't agree to this," Ouyang Xiong said firmly. "If you want me involved, I'm all in for that. But she's my only precious daughter; I can't let her get into danger."
"You think it's just your daughter? What about my only heir? I care even more than you do! So tell me, do you have a better plan?"
Seeing Ouyang Xiong lost in thought and hesitant to speak up, Zhao Changsheng added, "The only way forward is through that brat—binding those old geezers' daughters to him. Only then will they consider joining us. Otherwise, relying on just our two families would be like striking a rock with an egg."
After weighing the pros and cons carefully, Ouyang Xiong finally agreed to Zhao Changsheng's proposal. At this moment, he truly had no better options; the only bridge they had was through Zhao Lun and their marriage arrangements.
"So who should we target first?"
Zhao Changsheng's eyes flickered as he thought of Wang Shang. Wasn't that fat pig and his daughter from Guangdong Province?
Ha, he still had the audacity to try to break into the market in Lake City, even sending his daughter here. If I don't leave something for my son, I would be failing my name, Zhao Feng Gou.
I was completely unaware of their plans, and I had no idea what I was about to face next. At this moment, I was being chased and mocked by Ouyang Zhirou, yet I still had the energy to think about these things.
"Hahaha, Zhao Lun, how can you stoop so low as to fight a little dog for food?"
And this picture—how adorable you were as a child! Now, not at all cute.
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