CapĂtulo 1798: Chapter 1725: Smashing the Car (Part 4)
âYouâŠâ Chen Lin wanted to scold, but still didnât know what to say, feeling completely powerless, he sat in the Taishi chair, staring blankly into space.
âHow do you discipline the children? Back home for less than three days and caused such a big mess? Havenât you told Chen Cheng to steer clear of anyone named Song?â Chen Lin finally said a complete sentence.
âFamily Head, Chen Cheng just returned three days ago. He really doesnât know about the situation in our familyâŠâ Zheng Lu was somewhat afraid of Chen Lin, and upon hearing reprimands over the phone, dared not even breathe.
âDo you know who Song Xiaodong is? If he gets angry, the entire family will suffer. Look at what youâve raised!â Chen Lin continued to scold Zheng Lu.
âUncle, isnât Song Xiaodong just the head of a local family? We, the Chen Family, arenât really afraid of him. At most, just apologize and thatâs it.â Zheng Lu was a bit displeased hearing Chen Linâs harsh words.
âYou truly donât cry until you see the coffin, do you? Song Xiaodong works for the country, you think you can afford to cross him? Let alone us, the Chen Family, if he wanted, the entire Beijing Families wouldnât be enough for him to scrape together for a meal. Just an apology? He doesnât care one bit about my reputation, even if you bring Zhao Jiuzhang, you have to gauge his moods!â
Zheng Lu finally started to feel afraid after hearing this from Chen Lin. She knew of Song Xiaodong, thought he was just the head of some low-level local family, and assumed he had to give face to the Chen Familyâs Patriarch by accepting an apology and a meal. But Chen Lin said even Zhao Jiuzhang had to be wary of Song Xiaodong.
Zhao Jiuzhang is the Old Master of the Zhao Family, the foremost family in Beijing. Back in the day, Zhao Jiuzhang followed the Great Ancestor in founding the nation, starting from Xiangtan, climbing snow-covered mountains, crossing grasslands, to Xibaipo, Yanâan, and finally Beijing. His seniority and experience are unmatched, no one dares to provoke him. Old Master Zhao set a strict rule for all descendants: no government positions, no military service, only engage in business.
Yet even such a master, Chen Lin says, has to consider Song Xiaodongâs mood?
âYou all wait there, Iâll be over soon.â Chen Lin frowned and hung up the phone, impatient.
âAh.â Chen Lin sighed deeply as he sat in the Taishi chair, gazing at the scenery outside the balcony, lost in thought.
âPop!â Chen Lin threw the radio, which was playing Peking Opera, onto the ground, smashing it to pieces.
Chen Lin put his hands on his hips, his face flushed red with frustration, frowning and pouting, staring blankly from the balcony.
After dazing for a while, he picked up the phone again.
âHello? Xinyi?â
âAh, hurry and come to me.â
âRight, bring Sun Deng and Jin Tai along.â
âHmm.â
Wang Xinyi is the leader of the Chen Familyâs guards and possesses the Three Meridians True Qi. Sun Deng and Jin Tai are Chen Linâs two most skilled guards, who also have the Three Meridians True Qi.
The Chen Family is the fourth-ranked family in Beijing, not because it is small or lacks wealth, but because it is not as flourishing as the top three. Despite having fewer members, its accumulated strength and wealth are not inferior, as can be seen from these three True Qi experts among the guards.
Song Xiaodong, with the Three Meridians True Qi, could become the Patriarch of the Su Family, whereas in the Chen Family, the Three Meridians True Qi only qualify as family guards.
Chen Lin, accompanied by three guards, hurried to the detention center. Zheng Lu, Zheng Lei, and Chen Cheng were waiting nearby. Zheng Luâs eyes were red from crying, Zheng Lei was smoking continuously, yet Chen Cheng still wore a defiant look on his face.
Chen Lin became furious upon seeing them, coming right in front of Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng was clenching his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted as he stared at the ceiling.
Seeing Chen Chengâs demeanor, Chen Lin didnât speak, turned his head towards Zheng Lu.
Zheng Lu had just finished crying, bowed her head, afraid to meet Chen Linâs gaze.
âYou all wait here!â Chen Lin, overcome with anger, yelled softly at Zheng Lu.
Then he flung the sleeves of his robe and walked into Song Xiaodongâs cell.