Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Four

"Dad." Zhuo Mei bowed her head respectfully when she saw the visitor.

The old man just gave a hum, he didn't even look at her straight, but he didn't even look at the juniors like Zhuo Bufan, and walked into the hall with his bodyguards.

"It seems that no matter how hard I try, I still can't get recognition." Zhuo Mei let go of her fists, her lips showing a bitter smile.

Zhuo Bufan looked at her and said, "Auntie, don't worry, no one can bully you and Shanshan with me."

"It seems that Xiaofan has grown up, and he must protect us women in the future." Zhuo Mei smiled reluctantly. Zhuo Bufan knows exactly what the situation is, how can he hope Zhuo Bufan will help her.

Everyone has arrived. The first generation of the Zhuo family thought Zhuo Bufan’s grandfather Zhuo Shixian was headed, and there were two other uncles. Even the patriarch of Zhuo Luo could only sit with him in the first place on his left hand.

The seats below are occupied by the Zhuo family's core members. The Zhuo family's patriarchal thoughts are very serious. Even a strong woman like Zhuo Mei is not qualified to sit and can only stand by the side.

Sanbo Zhuowei and Sibo Zhuorong were sitting next to Zhuo Luo, and the rest of the seats were occupied by figures with important status in the Zhuo clan. As for the third generation of juniors, there was only one seat in Zhuo Fang.

Zhuo Shuai looked at Zhuo Fang with a little jealousy. Not only him, but the third-generation juniors of those collateral families, the older ones are already in their twenties, and the younger ones, who just entered junior high school, all looked at Zhuo Fang with envy. Among the third-generation juniors of the Zhuo family, he is the only one who is qualified to sit here.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan walked in with the two little girls Ye Ziqin and Zhuo Shanshan, looked around and asked, "Where are we?"

"Cut, Zhuo Bufan, do you think you can sit on the seat because of you? Do you think you are Zhuofang?" Zhuo Shuai snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Zhuo Shixian finally raised his eyelids and put his hands on Jianglong's crutches, with shrewd light shining in those old eyes, and finally glanced at this unpleasant grandson.

"The third generation is not qualified to sit down, don't you know?" Zhuo Shixian said slowly, but the aura emanating from his body made everyone breathless.

Zhuo Bufan said: "Zhuo Fang is qualified to sit down, don't I think Zhuo Bufan is qualified?"

"Zhuofang's scores are among the top 5 of all high schools in Qingzhou. I am afraid that this time the college entrance examination can win the Qingzhou college entrance examination champion. The future achievements are limitless. Why can you sit down?" Another old-fashioned uncle slowed down Said slowly.

"I think he is used to being together, and he has forgotten the rules of our Zhuo family a long time ago. Hey, he still has the face to have a seat." Zhuo Shuai sneered.

"Yeah, can you compare with Zhuo Fang? Obediently stand aside." Yu Huang also said.

Seeing everyone's cynicism, Zhuo Rong and his wife, Jasmine, did not speak, but they could not hide the pride on their faces. Only Zhuo Luo and Zhou Biyu, who were standing next to them, kept their expressions on their faces. They all knew what was going on with their son. , Comparing with Zhuofang is like Yinghuo and Haoyue.

Zhuo Bufan said indifferently: "You mean that you can get a seat with good grades. Then the college entrance examination achievement has not been announced yet. How do you know that my grades are not as good as Zhuofang?"

As soon as he said this, even Zhou Biyu's face couldn't help but turn red. He knew his son's grades best. He was at the bottom of the school, and no matter how much he improved in these three months, he would not be able to catch up with Zhuofang.

Suddenly, Zhuo Luo, who had been silent, said, "Bring out another chair for him."

Hearing Zhuo Luo's words, Zhuo Shixian and his two uncles frowned. The tables, Zhuo Rong, Zhuo Shuai and others all looked down, but due to the status of the Zhuo Luo family, everyone did not dare to speak out. .

Soon, the servant took out a chair for Zhuo Bufan, and Ye Ziqin and Zhuo Shanshan stood behind him.

Zhuo Fang, who had been playing with his mobile phone, raised his head, his eyes flashed with an edge, and he said in a low voice: "You can sit on an equal footing with me, Zhuo Bufan. If your father is not the patriarch, you don't even have the right to enter the threshold ."

Zhuo Bufan took a deep look at Zhuo Luo, then closed his eyes and rested.

Seeing his old gods, Zhuo Shuai tickled his teeth in hatred. Does this guy really regard himself as an elite seed in the family?

Zhuo Shixian glanced at Zhuo Bufan, and said coldly, "Okay, let's talk about business. We have already read the business report for the first half of the year. It is down by 5% from last year. Everyone Tell me about the situation."

"Dad, you know that there is a lot of trouble at the port, and our port's transportation business has also been affected." Zhuo Rong said.

"In addition, housing prices are rising sharply now. Several other families and large groups are desperately acquiring land. Our Zhuo family originally entered this business relatively late, and there is no advantage, unless the affairs of Shanshan and Yang's son can be achieved. There will be a lot of convenience for us in the future," Zhuo Wei said aloud.

Just after speaking, both Zhuo Mei and Zhuo Shanshan's faces became unsightly. Zhuo Mei squeezed her fist and said, "Through my efforts, our Zhuo family already has the bidding qualifications for the land in the western suburbs. Why do we need to bid? Let Shanshan marry the Yang family?"

"Xiaomei, things are not as simple as you think. Our Zhuo family has been able to stay in Qingzhou for so many years. We rely on various contacts and resources. If Shanshan and Yang family get married, it will be of great help to us in the future. Besides, let me listen. Said that the son of the Yang family is also handsome, and he was also Shanshan's playmate when he was a child." An uncle said.

Zhuo Shixian said solemnly: "The third uncle is right. For the development of our Zhuo family, sacrifice is inevitable, and Young Master Yang and Shanshan are childhood sweethearts, nothing wrong."

"Dad." Zhuo Mei squeezed her fist and bit her silver teeth, her face turned pale.

She has been busy these few months, and sleeps no more than five hours a day, in order to help Zhuo’s family win the land in the western suburbs, thereby helping Shanshan to release the fate of the marriage, but she did not expect all these efforts in the family. Seems so powerless in front of interests.

"Needless to say, we are all a family, it is impossible to harm Shanshan." Zhuo Shixian Jinkou asserted.

"Fifth Sister, Dad and Third Uncle are right. Shanshan can marry Yang's son is her conviction. Prosperity and wealth will be indispensable in the future. Why should you worry about it?" Zhuo Wei said aloud.

"Mom." Zhuo Shanshan's eyes were red, and she pulled La Zhuomei's clothes, where she was even qualified to speak.

Yu Huang said: "I don't think anyone will object, maybe Shanshan also likes Young Master Yang?"

"I object." Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan, who had been closing his eyes and meditation, opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed across his eyes: "Don't you ask Shanshan whether she wants it or not, just because the family's interests will ruin her happiness?"

Zhuo Shixian, the two uncles, and all the people present all had a deep face. If you want a seat to save face, you won't talk about it. When discussing such an important matter, you dare to interrupt.