"Tonight, I have called everyone here because I have something to announce."
"Over at Huaiyuantang, you all know what happened recently."
"Whether Xin'antang or other branches branched off from the big sect, they are all eyeing that position. Naturally, we, Xin'antang, cannot lag behind."
"I have received the most accurate news. Zhu Youchun has no fertility. Therefore, even if he returns to Yongle Hall, it will not have any impact on our plans."
"I just want to wrong Ronghua. When the time comes, I will adopt Zhu Youchun's name."
"Rong Liang, Rong Jie, and you, starting from tomorrow, withdraw 10 billion US dollars from the family fund as your start-up capital. After three years, the one with the highest income will inherit Xin'antang."
Zhu Ronghua's cousins and others were overjoyed.
Zhu Yuanjia glanced at her husband calmly, and the expression on her face sank slightly.
She is a daughter. A daughter who is married is a daughter who is thrown away.
Damn it!
Why do these dudes each have 10 billion?
Bullshit start-up capital, I don’t know what they will use this money for.
But even if they spend a lot of money, such a huge sum of money is enough for them to spend a lifetime.
Zhu Yongchang looked at her again and said lightly:
"Yuanjia, you also withdraw five billion from the family fund. You can arrange this money freely."
Zhu Yuanjia was furious.
five billion?
If I have a family of five, just give me 5 billion?
This is obviously after taking these 5 billion, don't think about anything else.
However, the eldest brother and his younger brothers each received 10 billion as start-up capital, which means they can still divide the family property in the future.
She didn't dare to refute, let alone get angry, so she could only lower her head and say yes.
One order after another was issued from Zhu Yongchang's mouth. It was obvious that this was what he had planned long ago.
What disappoints others the most is that Zhu Yongchang didn’t even mention a word about the $100 billion that Zhu Ronghua lost.
"Okay, I hope you will work together and don't forget our origins and the glory of our family. Xin'antang will surely soar into the sky in the future."
Zhu Yongchang looked around at everyone and said calmly:
"Does any of you have any opinions?"
Everyone in the Zhu family shook their heads, no one dared to say no.
Just kidding?
If you object at this time, the money you just got will probably fly away soon.
Instead of exposing Zhu Ronghua's scars at this time, it is better to spend 10 billion first.
Zhu Yongchang's wrinkled face slowly turned into a look of great comfort:
"Very good, you are all sensible, let's eat."
Just when the Zhu family was about to use their chopsticks.
Clang!!
Suddenly there was a loud noise from the front yard.
The movement seemed like...the door was kicked open?
Peat!!
Zhu Ronghua's father, Zhu Anran, immediately stood up and strode out.
Xin'antang looks inconspicuous from the outside, but when you enter, you realize that there is something inside, and it is extremely heavily guarded. Even the formal armed forces cannot break through this place.
Even if it is bombarded with missiles, it will not work.
Do you really think that all the ancient warriors of the Zhu family are vegetarians?
Not to mention, the Zhu family also has a group of superpowers bought at high prices.
But the terrible thing is that the door was kicked open, and none of these super experts... showed up?
From the outside, the door of Xin'antang is just painted with bright red vermilion paint, so nothing can be seen. However, looking at the wood grain from the inside, you can tell that this is extremely rare, extremely expensive and precious ebony, even far surpassing the golden nanmu.
The so-called ebony is also called dark wood.
What is gloomy wood?
During the crustal movement hundreds of thousands of years ago, the towering trees buried deep underground were naturally carbonized, forming wood that was somewhere between carbon and wood.
This kind of wood has been carbonized for thousands of years in a state of lack of oxygen and high pressure, making the ebony wood extremely hard, comparable to steel.
You know, the wood that can be carbonized deep underground for hundreds of thousands of years is all the ceiling in the wood, and it is even rarer that it can be preserved.
Is golden nanmu precious?
The emperor's coffin boards, bed boards, and the big pillars of the Golden Palace were all made of this kind.
However, the door of the Zhu family in Xinantang is made of golden nanmu, which is ebony formed by golden nanmu being buried deep in the ground for hundreds of thousands of years.
When these two are stacked together, they can no longer be considered precious.
Back then, when each branch of the Hongwu Zhu family branched off into a large sect, they would take something away from the original sect.
Furniture, antiques, calligraphy and painting, etc.
These things belong to their branch, have been passed down for hundreds of years, and belong to their property.
The pair of gates of Xin'antang are the gates of the royal palace when Zhu Yongchang's ancestor was still the vassal king.
It can be said that this pair of gates is the real face of Xin'antang.
Now, my face has been kicked off.
Now that my face has been kicked off, none of my bodyguards have shown up.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
When Zhu Anran saw that his front door was in pieces, his vision went dark and he almost fainted.
The golden ebony door was extremely strong, and one of the doors was still hanging on the lintel, wobbling, unable to bear the strength, and fell off.
Bang!
There was another loud noise.
"what happened?"
"what happened?"
The people of the Zhu family were shocked and got up and walked out one after another.
At this time, a large number of bodyguards from Xinantang rushed out.
However, there is still no high-end combat power.
A figure flashed past the dim door, and more than a dozen ordinary bodyguards, all holding weapons in their hands, surrounded the door.
Zhu Zhu Yongchang led people to the front hall on crutches. When he saw that the door was kicked open, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Immediately, a surge of anger emerged from his forehead.
What a shame and humiliation.
This is an unprecedented shame and humiliation since the founding of Xin'an Church.
The door was kicked in, which was a slap in the face.
"who?"
"Who is it?"
"Get out of here, old man!"
A somewhat lazy and smiling voice came from the door:
"It's just me."
This voice was ignored by others, but Zhu Ronghua's face instantly turned pale.
Su Mu!!
Isn't he dead?
Why didn't he die?
Zhu Ronghua almost lost control and shouted:
"Impossible! You bastard, you are not...you! You...how can you still be alive?"
At the door, Su Mu poked his head out with a smile, then stretched out his hand and shook it at everyone in the Su family:
"Hi, everyone, good evening."
Zhu Ronghua was scared to death.
Zhu Anran's eyes flashed with rage, and he rushed towards Su Mu:
"Damn it, what is the grudge between the Zhu family and you? Are you going to kick in the door of the Zhu family? Do you know the origin of these two doors? Even if you break your finger and cover it a little, it won't be enough for your whole family's life."
Su Mu just looked at him with a smile and softly uttered one word:
"roll!!"
Zhu Anran actually screamed and vomited blood, flew back several meters, and then fell to the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.