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Chapter 359 Your grandson was beaten by my grandson

Spacious conference room.

The light is a bit dim.

The furnishings inside are very simple... there is only a long conference table, and the walls are covered with soundproofing materials.

Several old people were sitting at the table chatting.

It's like chatting about everyday things.

Zhou Dingshan was also among them. His face was rosy and he was in excellent spirits. From time to time, he could hear his hearty laughter.

"Lao Zhou, how come you have become more and more youthful these days? People really feel good when happy events happen. I think you are more energetic. You are no worse than a young person."

One of them, an old man with gray hair and ordinary black-rimmed glasses, looked at Zhou Dingshan with a smile.

Zhou Dingshan was not polite at all: "That means... your grandson has come to Kyoto, so you don't allow us, an old guy, to be happy?"

"Your grandson looks really good."

Another old man interjected: "I have a decent appearance... I probably inherited the looks of my younger siblings, not you, otherwise I wouldn't have looked like this."

"Fuck your mother, when I was young, I was a famous nanny in Sijiu City. I don't know how many girls were fascinated by me."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Zhou Dingshan glared and said unconvinced: "My grandson is exactly the same as I was when I was young."

"I guess you are not as shameless as you were when you were young. You are still bragging here at your age. Do we still know what you looked like when you were young?"

The old man wearing black-rimmed glasses looked at everyone.

Immediately, the conference room burst into laughter.

Zhou Dingshan groaned, but didn't say anything. These people still didn't know their eldest grandson carefully.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said such a thing.

Talk about being thick-skinned.

Zhou Xing... wasn't much better.

"That's true, but the eldest grandson, Lao Zhou, is no worse than Lao Zhou when he was young in terms of romance. This has been passed down from generation to generation."

The old man of the Lin family sat there and said with a chuckle.

The laughter in the conference room suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked at the old man of the Lin family with strange expressions.

These two people.

I haven't fought each other since I was young, and I have been fighting each other until now... I always have to give each other eye drops and squeeze each other for a while before I feel comfortable.

They recalled what happened between Zhou Xinggang and Lin Xuewen yesterday when he came to Kyoto.

My heart suddenly felt happy.

He didn't try to dissuade him, but watched them pinching each other happily.

"Lin Xianyou, don't go there with a gun and a stick. Isn't it my eldest grandson who beat your grandson and then stepped on the ground? Your grandson came to the door by himself, and his skills are not as good as others. What do you say?

Easy to talk about."

Zhou Dingshan had a hot temper and did not indulge the old man of the Lin family at all: "My eldest grandson didn't provoke you Lin family. He insisted on coming to the door by himself and was beaten. What's there to say? Is it possible that you, Xianyou Lin, are getting worse as you get older?

Now, do you want to get involved in the affairs of the younger generation?"

Lin Xianyou listened to Zhou Dingshan's words, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said: "I'm just telling the truth. Of course I won't care about the younger generation's affairs. If my grandson is in trouble this time, he deserves it.

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"It's just that your grandson is still young and needs to be disciplined and disciplined. He is very popular in Shanghai and is very high-profile."

"Luxury cars, mansions... I even bought a private jet, and I'm talking about a lot of girlfriends. You have to pay close attention to it, so as not to cause any trouble later, and you, a grandpa, won't be able to show it off.

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Zhou Dingshan looked disdainful and said: "What's wrong with my grandson's high-profile Zhang Yang? Who among young people is not Zhang Yang? The money he spent was clean, and he didn't get it by stealing. How did he spend it... Could it be possible that he was doing something else for you? "

"If you have the skills, you'd better take care of your own grandson as soon as possible. Who in Kyoto doesn't know that your grandson is like a mad dog, biting everyone he sees."

"Others shunned him, no one played with him, and he set his sights on my grandson. Now he's been beaten... I'm not convinced, and I have to let you, an old guy, come out and make the decision for him."

Zhou Dingshan sneered: "How old you are, I don't think he can compare to my grandson who is only 18 years old."

Lin Xianyou's expression changed, and he looked a little embarrassed: "My grandson is training hard in the army anyway. Not to mention the great achievements he has made, he can be regarded as contributing a little bit of his strength to the country and the people."

"It's not like some people's grandsons who spend their days living and drinking without thinking about recalling the hardships of their ancestors. They just want to be a dandy."

"With someone in his hands, he is even more unscrupulous. The entire city of Shanghai must respect him."

Zhou Dingshan snorted: "Your grandson was beaten by my grandson!"

"What does the play between children mean?"

"He was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back and was directly stepped on the ground."

Zhou Dingshan added another sentence.

Lin Xianyou's face was ashen: "You feel very proud of this, don't you? The younger generation is so extravagant and high-profile, they only want to be a moth in the country, resting on the merits of their ancestors, and have no intention of making progress."

"How can we convince the people if this spreads out?"

Zhou Dingshan said slowly: "Your grandson was beaten by my grandson!"

Lin Xianyou: "…………"

"You old thing, except for this, you will never mention anything else, right?"

Lin Xianyou was very angry.

"You don't need to worry about my grandson. In short, it's enough that he is better than your grandson."

Zhou Dingshan glanced at Lin Xianyou.

"It's not clear who is better or not."

Lin Xianyou said angrily to all the old people present: "It doesn't matter that Zhou Dingshan is so shameless and shameless. The key is that his grandson is doing evil in Shanghai. There is no trace of the modest and restrained demeanor of our descendants."

"Zhang Yang is like this. He shows up all day long and spreads scandals with so-called actors."

"The name is to open a media company, but in fact, countless girls are recruited just to satisfy their own selfish desires. If you dare to do this at a young age, wouldn't it be a violation of the law if time goes by? It's all in vain!"

Lin Xianyou was furious: "The heirs of the dignified Zhou family have such virtues... If they are not disciplined, what will happen to them in the future will probably cost human lives."

"If the sages of the past generations knew that the future they had bought with their lives was for people like this to enjoy, they would probably be so angry that they would come out of their graves."

The old people present suddenly looked serious when they heard Lin Xianyou's words.

What Lin Xianyou said is indeed correct.

It doesn't matter if their descendants live a comfortable life, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated. People like Zhou Xing are completely ordinary rich second generation.

Unscrupulous.

Spreading it out... will not only be detrimental to everyone's image, but it will also easily affect their descendants and lead them to go astray.

This is what they don't want to see.

The old people were just about to speak to persuade Zhou Dingshan, hoping that he would pay more attention.

Zhou Dingshan stood up immediately, looked at Lin Xianyou, with a slight sneer on his face: "I already knew that an old guy like you would say this."

"Today...I'm going to let you take a good look at it."

"Is my eldest grandson qualified enough to do this?"


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