122 Qingyun Road or son's dream?

Nanjing is calm, at least half a year ago. The bleaching is busy bleaching, and the black people try their best to attract some political leaders to corrupt them. The businessman wants to pass on the family business from generation to generation. However, everything that has happened since Xiao Chen went to Nanjing is changing the current pattern of Nanjing. A fight with Liu Biao almost broke the forces in Nanjing and Shanghai. If it hadn't been for the seriousness of the last words released by the Nanjing Military Region, people could never have thought of it. Now, an An Mengtang charity dinner once again pushed Xiao Chen to the forefront of the situation in Nanjing.

Cao Ze is very envious of Xiao Chen. Why did this farmer turn a sparrow into a phoenix and become the adopted son of An Mengtang? That's not enough. I heard from the director of the Security Department that An Mengtang also gave some shares of Shengtang Group to Xiao Chen. It really doesn't make sense. Why does An Mengtang value this man so much? Is Xiao Chen the illegitimate son of An Mengtang? But it doesn't look like it at all.

When Cao Ze was thinking about the relationship between An Mengtang and Xiao Chen, he found that an old man and a middle-aged man were walking around the pavilion in the 3,000 harem. The old man was An Meng Tang, and the middle-aged man was An Meng Tang's iron plate and Ban Ge Maochun.

Cao Ze rarely saw An Mengtang walking in the 3,000 harem. He wanted to come forward and say hello, but he felt that he really didn't have that qualification. How many common languages can a security guard and a big tycoon have? But Cao Zewan didn't expect that An Mengtang went straight to the security room half an hour later. He quickly stood up and walked out of the security room. He looked at the old man with a smile and said, "Mr. An, I'm taking a walk."

"It's a nice day today. Come out for a walk. If I remember correctly, your name seems to be Cao Ze, right? Cao is a simple surname." The old man smiled gently and said that he didn't have the air of a big man.

The flattered security guard was a little stunned. He really didn't expect that such a big man could remember his name. He quickly replied, "It's just a surname. It's no big deal. It makes Mr. An laugh."

The old man walked into the security room with a smile, found a chair and sat down. Ge Maochun stood behind the old man with his hand down.

"You can't say that. Cao Cao Cao was also surnamed Cao in those years. There were many heroes at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, but it was this Cao Cao who took the emperor to order the princes. Therefore, the ancestors of your Cao family are not simple. When you have time, you can read more history and read history to make clear your mind." An Meng and Tang talked about it.

Cao Ze was really at a loss. Although Cao Cao himself knew it, he didn't understand the meaning of An Mengtang's words. He had to respond vaguely, "Mr. An is right. I'm used to being lazy at ordinary times, so I still haven't achieved anything."

"I heard that you know Xiao Chen's little guy well?" An Mengtang looked at Cao Ze and asked with a smile.

"Does Mr. An know?" Cao Ze was even more stunned, and at the same time, he admired An Mengtang's method more. He was indeed a person who did great things, and everything seemed to be unpredictable.

"I know something. You do something well. I'm leaving." An Mengtang said goodbye with a smile.

An old man and a middle-aged man left the security room with a slow pace. Looking at the backs of the two men, Cao Ze touched his head but he didn't know. So, what on earth is this old guy going to say to himself?

"Angong An, Cao Ze came to the 3,000 harem as a security guard three years ago. He is still innocent and has nothing to do with other forces." After walking a distance, Ge Maochun said softly.

"Well, if there is a chance, let Cao Ze be the head of the security department of the 3,000 harem. The previous one should be changed." The old man said as he walked.

"Angong, I know."

"Yes, Maochun, is there any new contact between the supervisor and Ueda Meiai recently?"

"Not yet. He has been much more honest recently. He seems to be a little aware of it."

"That woman is not simple. She could arrange an insider around me eight years ago. Such a scheming is also deep, but she is still too eager for quick success. If it hadn't been for Zhou Ximing's scum, I wouldn't have checked the people around me. It's really a big forest. There are all kinds of people. More than 30 years ago, An Mengtang was just a little gangster who didn't know much about big characters. Now, there are people who are calculating me in every way. After sighing, the old man shook his head slightly, turned to look at Ge Maochun and said, "Maochun, I'm old and don't have the original ambition. Neither sharpness nor heart is as good as your descendants. Originally, I wanted to have a son to inherit my family business, but God wanted to fight against me and only gave me two. Daughter, my life of An Mengtang is not ordinary and not much glory, but I don't want to lose this family business behind me, so if anyone wants to move, I'm wrong.

"Angong, why did you make such a feeling today?" Ge Maochun asked with a smile.

"Time is old. Last night, I looked at Xiao Chen's group of young people who didn't accept the old age, but now I admire Yang Jie's Du Chunrong's old foxes. They can become more and more brave, and they don't lack wisdom and means. Anyway, I can't compete with these cruel people now, and my brain is not as bad as you. There are many descendants who can be described as old and cunning, so I just want to wash my hands in the golden basin, but I'm still worried. If I wash my hands in the golden basin, I guess that a large group of enemies will have to throw out my ancestral graves for 18 lifetimes. An Mengtang laughed. It's just that there is a little cold taste in the smile.

"Angong An, although I, Ge Maochun, am usually a little promiscuous, I won't forget that you gave me my life. Without you, An Mengtang, there would be no me, Ge Maochun. I'm not afraid of these people in Nanjing. Whether it's martial arts or literary fighting, they are not as deep-rooted as An Gong in Nanjing. If you talk about conspiracy, I have Ge Maochun's brain. The insidious tricks and a stomach full of bad water are worried about venting. I'd like to see who dares to be so blind. Ge Maochun grinned and said coldly. The tone is as cold as ice.

An Mengtang smiled and walked slowly to his villa.

The villa is very deserted. Except for an old servant for more than 20 years and a young nanny, he and Ge Maochun. His wife has passed away more than ten years ago. The two women have been sent abroad by themselves since childhood. They don't want them to be stained with the smell of blood. The tiger is poisonous and can live safely. It is my greatest comfort. Since he was confirmed by the doctor that he could not have children, An Mengtang has completely given up his intention to have a son. He has no children and can't be forced. Although the country strongly advocates equality between men and women, there is always some difference between the breeding and the seeds spoiled by other animals.

Returning to the bedroom, he looked at the red bed that had already been mottled in the wind and rain. The old man stroked the edge of the bed and sat down slowly. A man unconsciously appeared in his mind, his newly adopted son, Xiao Chen.

Have you completed his Qingyun Road or your son's dream for many years? Falling into ** and listening to the crackling sound of the wall clock, the old man smiled at the corners of his mouth.