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Zhou Pingyong's lips trembled, his face contorted in struggle, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say a word.
"Brother, I think Zhou Rong Li still has some sentiment; otherwise, he wouldn't have recommended my son to be the head of the family," Zhou Pingming said with a smile.
" Zhou Pingming, you should be careful. Zhou Rong Li appointed Xiao Yong as the head of the family for Xiao Yong's sake, not yours. I remember back when Xiao Yong called Zhou Rong Li 'Aunt,' you scolded him for half a day," the old lady said in a low voice.
Zhou Pingming immediately felt embarrassed and fell silent.
"Mom, is it fair for Zhou Rong Li to let my second brother's son become the head of the family while ignoring my son?" Zhou Pingnan suddenly spoke up, feeling bold since Zhou Rongli was not present that night.
"Your son just started college; how can he be the head of the family?" the old lady replied with a frown.
"Then, Qiao Na should at least have a chance, right? She graduated from college this year," Zhou Pingnan insisted stubbornly.
"Ha! Third brother, you only have thick skin in front of me. You should go speak to Zhou Rong Li directly. And as for Qiao Na, you need to manage her better. Back then, when you let her share a room with Xiao Lu, she was extremely reluctant. It's a miracle that Xiao Lu doesn't hold a grudge now," the old lady said solemnly, lamenting her sons' lack of ambition.
"Qiao Na was just a child back then; she didn't understand," Zhou Pingnan defended her. He couldn't help but feel unbalanced seeing his second brother's son become the head of the family. He needed to vent his frustrations, so he spoke without thinking.
"Hmph, don’t talk back to me. There's one more thing: although Xiao Yong will be the head of the family from now on, the Zhou family's finances must report to Zhou Rong Li every month. Eldest, second, and third sons, if you want to stay in the family business, you'll only receive salaries without any dividends," the old lady continued.
"This... how can this be? Zhou Rongli is going too far!" Zhou Pingyong and others erupted in protest. If they only received a salary, how would they live? They probably wouldn't even be able to afford their cars.
"Brother, you should count yourselves lucky. If it weren't for Mom fighting for you, you wouldn't even have salaries; you'd be lucky to have a roof over your heads," Zhou Duanmei sneered. These older brothers had no idea they were already on the brink of disaster.
"Exactly! Just cut back on expenses; it's not a big deal. Of course, luxury cars and high-end goods are out of the question," Zhou Lianhua added.
"The Zhou family's assets are what we've fought for; why don't we deserve dividends?" Zhou Pingyong protested defiantly.
"Just because Zhou Rong Li doesn't want you to have dividends is enough reason. If you're unhappy about it, go talk to Zhou Rong Li," Zhou Duanmei said coldly. Now that she stood by Zhou Rongli's side, she felt powerful and acted according to his wishes.
"You..."
"This is too much; this is too much."
"Only salaries? How will we live? My monthly expenses are at least several hundred thousand!"
Zhou Pingyong, Zhou Pingming, and Zhou Pingnan were all filled with indignation.
"Dad, I think we can manage on salaries alone; just let it go," Zhou Qi advised.
Zhou Pingming frowned and found it hard to say anything further. No matter how harsh Zhou Rongli was toward him, at least he hadn't implicated his son and had even made him the head of the family. As a father, he naturally didn't want his son to be put in a difficult position.
"By the way, Mom, how much will our salaries be? I don't need much—just over ten thousand a month should be reasonable," Zhou Pingnan asked.
"This depends on your abilities. If you are capable enough, even with a monthly salary of a million, I don't think Zhou Rong Li would have any objections," the old lady said.
"Alright, it's settled then," she continued, her tone deep and resolute.
"I want to meet Zhou Rong Li," a sudden voice broke the silence.
It was the old man, Zhou Yiquan, sitting on the sofa.
Everyone turned to look at him, surprised and taken aback. The old lady paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "Old man, you've finally come to terms with it."
"I never expected that Zhou Rong Li would have such an impressive adopted son. The rise and fall of the Zhou family rests in her hands. Any mistakes made are all my fault; I should apologize to her," Zhou Yiquan said with a complex tone.
When Zhou Yiquan appeared before Zhou Rong Li, she was momentarily stunned.
All her dissatisfaction and resentment towards her father vanished completely after his apology.
As for Jiang Chen, he had been playing on his phone the entire time, unwilling to engage in these matters. To him, everyone in the Zhou family, except for his grandmother, were merely bystanders.
That night, Zhou Rong Li tossed and turned in bed. After nearly thirty years of entangled grievances, today marked a resolution. She felt a myriad of emotions swirling within her heart, lingering long after.
Jiang Chen had originally planned to make Zhou Pingyong suffer immensely but ultimately agreed to spare them at the request of his grandmother and godmother.
However, they would now have to fend for themselves; living a life of luxury was no longer an option for them.
Upon returning from Hangcheng, Jiang Chen and his godmother's family were in high spirits and brought back many antique paintings and calligraphy. Of course, the most valuable item was still that painting of the mountain temple.
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