"Yes!" Zhang Fengxian reacted and pointed at Chen Shuhui and said, "I didn't expect you to be so cruel when you were young! You said my dad was Zheng San. You killed him!"

"Zheng San has long been dead. Everyone on the Acheng Stock Exchange knows this! When you touch him, you say he is still alive? Who do you think you are?"

I have to say that Zhang Fengxian is very eloquent.

Chen Shuhui did not look at her, but looked at the old man, who was still staring at Zheng Fuqiang carefully.

"Old man, do you think he looks like him?" she asked.

"It's like, a bit like..." The old man said this, but his face showed a hesitant look.

He used to be an ordinary person. He didn't meet Zheng Fuqiang. The only time he saw Zheng Fuqiang was at night. The war was chaotic. His son was dragged away and his mind was in chaos.

He did see Zheng San clearly at that time, but he was the young Zheng San, the arrogant, dying Zheng San.

This is different from this poor old man.

It's just that its outline is a bit similar.

Zheng Fuqiang was very cunning. He guessed the old man's psychology and immediately pointed at Zheng Jingwang and shouted: "Does he look like Zheng San?"

The old man noticed Zheng Jingwang not far away.

Not to mention, Zheng Jingwang wore Western-style clothes and shoes and had an extraordinary temperament. Zheng Jingwang, who had the outline of the Zheng family, was more like Zheng San when he was young.

"Like..." the old man murmured.

But he dared not say who Zheng San was. He knew it was fatal.

"To be honest, we are all Zheng Simin's family. We have some relatives of Zheng San. Our family is more like Zheng San. I am not Zheng San." Zheng Fuqiangcheng explained to everyone sincerely.

Suddenly, the old man shouted: "I remembered it! Zheng San had a gunshot wound on his left arm!"

As a big man, there are many people who want to kill Zheng Fuqiang. Zheng Fuqiang has been in danger many times. Once he almost died. It was also learned by outsiders.

"Take off his clothes and take a look!" I don't know who called it.

As soon as he finished speaking, many people rushed forward and took off Zheng Fuqiang's clothes in a few seconds.

Everyone was shocked.

Zheng Fuqiang did have a wound on his left arm, but not a gunshot wound, but a burn. It covered a large area and almost covered the entire upper arm.

Is that true?

Chen Shuhui suddenly laughed: "It's so cruel. Did it deliberately burn it to cover up the gunshot wound?"

I don't think he's very cautious.

Moreover, careless people have long died.

"Bad! You spit everywhere! Did you see it?" Zhang Fengxian pointed at Chen Shuhui and said, "This is what my man burned when he was a child! You kept saying that he was Zheng San. You just wanted us to die and then move into the house!"

"Everyone comes to judge. The distant relative of our Zheng family suddenly came back and said that the house belongs to him and asked us to move! If we don't go, he will do anything shameful!" Zhang Fengxian cried.

The audience's eyes shine. They don't know who to believe.

"If we say we have no conscience, it must be Zheng San." Chen Shuhui looked at Zheng Fuqiang and said, "You can't recognize you alone. Can you be recognized by ten or one hundred people? Many people who see you are still alive. Everyone can recognize you. Are you Zheng San?"

After saying that, she took Zheng Jingwang away.

Leave Zheng Fuqiang and Zhang Fengxian to explain to the people around.

From this day on, the old house of the Zheng family became lively, and groups of people came to "visit" Zheng Fuqiang.
Chapter completed!