Chapter 941: The owner is still you

Huo Zheng didn't speak, just nodded weakly.
Huo Lin gently withdrew.
Huo Zheng on the hospital bed gently closed his eyes, and the first time he saw Murong Cheng appeared in his mind.
Dirty, desolate, and pitiful as a bereaved dog.
However, he seems to have an extraordinary talent for gambling, and he gained a small reputation in the casino without having to dial, and the unyielding and cruelty in his eyes aroused Huo Zheng's interest, just like seeing himself when he was young.
Huo Zheng took Murong Cheng to the underground fighting arena and taught him fighting skills, which were lethal.
He also taught Murong Cheng shooting and car skills, gave the greatest trust, and made Murong Cheng his right-hand man.
The two mingled in French casinos, both to experience themselves, but also to learn from the experience and skills of others. Later, they returned to China, established their own casino from Xianghai City, and worked hard together.
They are like friends, like brothers, and like father and son.
No matter how much the emperor loves his son, when the son threatens his authority, the emperor will be angry and even kill him.
Huo Zheng will not forget that after a day of rehabilitation that day, he fell into a deep sleep and woke up in the middle of the night when he accidentally heard the voice of a bodyguard outside the door.
"Have you heard? When the Thirteenth Young Master is discharged from the hospital, Master Rong will give him the position of Patriarch."
"Is it appropriate? I think the Thirteenth Young Master has been living well within a few years. It's too trifling for such a person to be the head of the house? He doesn't even talk about it now."
"Yeah, after a few days of peace, I have to toss again..."
The bodyguards at the door sighed, they didn't care who was the head of the house, they only cared that their stable life would be broken.
The words are rough: no one wants to talk to a sick boss.
That night, Huo Zheng kept his eyes open until dawn.
He thought a lot.
He gave all of Murong Cheng's rights, wealth, status... even Huo Rong's name was given by him, and now, he wants to take back everything that belonged to him, but does he need Murong Cheng's charity? ?
Do not.
He doesn't need charity, let alone mercy.
Without him, Murong Cheng would still be just a dog!
Huo Zheng originally recovered some memories, but he felt that perhaps it would be better to have memory loss forever. He contacted several uncles of his own family, found his cronies, and planned a crisis-ridden honor and retirement meeting
Then things evolved to this point.
The door opened and the two finally met again.
The bodyguards on both sides formed a confrontation in the ward, and the atmosphere was like a tight string, quiet and silent, and would break at any time.
Huo Zheng's gaze fell on Huo Jun who was on the side, and the corners of his eyes were cold and sharp.
Huo Jun was a little afraid of him, and subconsciously shrank behind Murong Cheng, Huo Zheng's eyes became colder.
"You really didn't die." Huo Zheng leaned on the hospital bed with a hoarse and lazy voice, "It seems that Old Ghost Huang is still somewhat capable. The life he gave you has been fulfilled. You can't die anyway."
Murong Cheng smiled faintly, pulled a chair and sat down, "Huo Lin brought a message to Wang Zhan, saying you want to see me, let's talk, what's the matter?"
Huo Zheng was silent for a while, and said, "Reserve 20% of the shares for me, and use Huo Rong’s name on Huo’s family tree. The next Patriarch must choose from the Huo’s descendants. As long as these three things are agreed, the Patriarch’s position It’s still up to you to sit."
The corners of Murong Cheng's lips made a playful smile, "Huo Rong is dead, there will be no such person in the world."
He glanced at Huo Jun next to him and smiled: "Isn't there a ready-made candidate here? Young enough, healthy enough, and not enough courageous means, you can make your uncles spend more time and teach them well."
Huo Zheng's face was dark, staring at Murong Cheng silently, and for a long while, he smiled: "Yes, the Huo family today is not attractive to you."
A mess, tasteless like chicken ribs.