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Some people are dead, but he is still alive.

Some people are alive, but they are worse off than dead.

Yang Laosan has been tightly wrapped in this feeling recently.

The middle-aged man lost his son, the family was fighting, and his career was in crisis... He felt that he might be admitted to the ward next to the old man at any time.

"Abba."

Yang Laosan's eldest son and Yang Jiawen's brother Yang Jiahao brought a bowl of ginseng tea: "Now that we are under attack from both sides, you must take care of yourself."

Yang Laosan raised his eyes and glanced at his eldest son, sighed and said nothing.

At this moment, Yang Jiahao's five-year-old twin twins ran over.

Both children were wearing mourning clothes, and their eyes were red and watery.

Each of them hugged one of Yang Laosan's legs, raised their beautiful little faces, and looked at Grandpa eagerly.

"Grandpa, don't cry."

"Grandma, give me a hug."

The two children were babbling, which relieved Yang Laosan's grief a little.

He rubbed the heads of the two children respectively, and finally reached out to take the ginseng tea that Yang Jiahao had been holding for a long time.

After watching him drink half a bowl, Yang Jiahao said: "Abba, I have asked someone to check the people in the photo, but... what if there are really foreigners involved?"

Yang Laosan's hand paused slightly.

If it is the Shen family, then of course there is no scruple, and it can be used even if it is dirty.

But foreigners...

Yang Laosan put down the tea bowl heavily.

"My son is dead, I don't care who they are!"

Although this son is not his favorite, blood is thicker than water.

When a person dies, the first thing to be forgotten is his shortcomings and many mistakes.

Now in Yang Laosan's eyes, except that Yang Jiawen is not alive, everything else is fine.

Yang Jiahao frowned almost imperceptibly, and then said: "I think so too."

Yang Laosan raised his eyes and glanced at him, letting the two children rub around him like gummy candies without touching them again.

Yang Jiahao's eyes were gloomy and his voice became colder: "One generation, two brothers. No matter how Awen is usually, he is still my biological brother. Now that he is gone, I am his eldest brother. I not only have to take care of several younger siblings, He must also be avenged."

Yang Laosan listened to his words and was silent for a moment, then reached out and hugged his grandchildren.

He said, "Go ahead."

"Ah."

Yang Jiahao rubbed the child's head and told him, "Don't make trouble, grandpa, and be good."

The two cubs couldn't understand the overt and secret fighting between the adults. They would just nod obediently and listen to their parents.

Yang Jiahao left the lounge, called one of his own, whispered a few words to him, and then hurriedly got in the car and left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to greet his younger brothers: "Everyone in Awen, don't panic, stay safe at home. You won't be hungry even if my brother is gone. Don't make trouble for me at this time!"

"Row!"

"Brother Hao, don't worry!"

"Avenge Brother Wen!"

In the courtyard, slogans can be heard all the time.

Yang Laosan played with the two children for a while. When he saw them yawning, he asked the nanny to take them to bed.

However, the little grandson held on to his hand and muttered: "Grandpa, grandpa, let's sleep together."

Yang Laosan smiled, said "Okay", and pulled them to the room with one hand in each hand.

The children walked slowly, and Yang Laosan also slowed down and walked slowly up the stairs with them.

At such a pace, he almost made no sound when stepping on the stairs.

They moved slowly up.

Gradually, the sound of conversation came into my ears - "...the eyes of the second and third bedrooms are wrong. You can find a few confidants. It doesn't matter if there are fewer people, but you must be trustworthy and protect the third master and his wife."

Yang Laosan recognized the speaker's voice, and it was Ah Fei, the most trusted person around Yang Jiahao.

His heart felt a little warmer and he sighed silently.

"Okay, brother Fei, don't worry, I've made all the arrangements... But was Brother Wen's matter really done by foreigners? Why do I feel that it has nothing to do with that..."

"Is this what you should ask? No matter how bad the uncle or the uncle is, they are still members of his family! Do your job and don't worry about anything else!"

"Hey, I was wrong..."

The conversation stopped and the footsteps faded away.

Yang Laosan held the two children's little hands, his eyes full of gloom.

……

While the Yang family was suspicious of each other, Nishi had just finished socializing with a group of English-speaking people.

"Goodbye, Mr. Neal."

She sent the last person into the car with a smile on her face, and stood on the roadside waving to the car as it went away. It wasn't until the car turned the corner that she suppressed the smile on her lips.

"A bunch of mercenary bugs."

Nishi cursed in a low voice, turned around and got into her car.

The car didn't start immediately. The secretary in the front seat turned around and handed her a stack of paper: "Madam, there are several locations for office building. It's up to you to choose which one."

This secretary is none other than the white man in the photo.

"This is the company's first office location in Xiangjiang. Choose the best one with strong momentum." Nishi closed her eyes, "In addition, we need to recruit a group of construction workers as soon as possible and start work as quickly as possible."

"Ok."

The secretary organized the documents, started the car and left.

After resting for a while, Nishi opened her eyes and took out a photo from her bag.

In the photo, Lin Nianhe and Shen Yu were standing on the side of the road, holding each other's right hands and looking like they were having a very happy conversation.

Nishi flicked the photo and murmured to herself: "Lin Nianhe is gone, this photo is a bit difficult to use..."

She was thinking about how to use the waste, but she didn't notice that across the street, someone had just put away the camera.

……

"Whether you work for the Yang family, the Shen family, the Chu family or the Jiang family, you are working for our own people."

"But it's not okay to work for a foreigner. If you eat my food today, you can't do things that forget your ancestors."

"Whoever dares to go, I will...just...not allowed to go anyway."

The fifth wife took advantage of the fact that Ah Sheng was following her, opening and closing her mouth, saying threatening words without any deterrent effect.

She said it to the people waiting to get the food, her tone was not serious, it was a bit like a joke.

Others thought she was joking and laughed in agreement, but no one took her words too seriously.

On the rooftop of a residential building in the distance, Shen Hongzun held a telescope and looked at the scene below. He asked, "Ah He, it's useless for you to ask Grandma Wu and others to threaten these people. They have long been poor. All they need is the money." There are enough, who cares who you work for?”

Beside him, Lin Nianhe, who had just cut his hair short and wore sunglasses that covered half of his face, replied inexplicably: "It's precisely because it's useless, that's why I say it."

Her hair was cut by a barber who cut the hair of movie stars. According to Lin Nianhe's instructions, she had an eight-point haircut similar to the one-size-fits-all hairstyle popular in later generations.

In Shen Hongzun's words -

"If I hadn't seen your hair cut with my own eyes, I wouldn't have recognized it as you."

Shen Hongzun took the telescope away from his eyes and asked with overly clear eyes, "What do you mean?"

Lin Nianhe didn't answer his question, adjusted his sunglasses, turned around and walked back: "Let's go home."

"Huh? What are you doing at home?"

"sleep."

"How can you sleep when the sky is bright and clear? Now that you're sleeping, what are you doing at night?"

"Because I have to sleep at night, I have to take time to rest during the day."

"...?"