Chapter 368: Starting today (for the people's minds, I will add more 3/5)

"Fourth-level event?" Jeffrey stood up all at once, looking grimly and looking at Mars: "What the is going on? How did Cyril get involved in this four-level incident? And it was also taken by Bastig prison. People staring?"
"President, this is the case, ten days ago, Gudini and..." Mars did not dare to slack off, how to get Gudini and Ward to the Mimi restaurant at 151, Then, because Ward’s Gabriel was involved in the fourth-level incident, and Cyril received two money, he used various means to inquire from the Bastig prison, and filled the money, trying to get through the relationship and rescue the two. The thing is said again.
After listening to Mars, Jeffrey was silent for a moment, and looked deep into the eyes of Mars: "Mars, how many years have you been with me?"
"Twenty-three years, the president." Mars lowered his eyes and couldn't look straight into Jeffrey's eyes.
"Since the old Jack died, you are following me. Your father and son have followed me for most of my life. How about I am waiting for you?" Jeffrey asked.
"My father used to chanted the president when he was alive. He has been with the president since he was a driver. He has always been grateful to the master for lifting. I have been with the president for more than 20 years. Relatives in general." Mars's head is deeper and deeper.
"In this case, I have not died yet. Why are you so anxious to stand up? You must remember that as long as I am still alive, the patriarch of the Morton family will still be me. The president of the Aden Chamber of Commerce will still be me, chaotic. The first person in the city business is still my Jeffrey Morton.
Jeffrey smiled and laughed a bit ridiculously.
"Yes...Yes..." Mars lowered his head, and the hair in front of his forehead had been soaked in sweat. Although he had been with Jeffrey for more than 20 years, he still remembered standing in front of him every time. When I first met when I was young, the president who taught his father to be bloody.
He is like a male teacher, and when he is screaming, he is awe. When he is roaring, everyone must bow.
He is the king of this manor, the king of the Aden Chamber of Commerce.
"Go and call that idiot." Jeffrey's smile on his face converges, taking his gaze back from Mars's body and looking at the red-hot maple tree not far away, faintly said: "From today, you don't want Reappear in front of me, the shop below, you choose the farthest one."
"President..." Mars changed dramatically, looking at Jeffrey's faceless face, or swallowing all the words behind him. No one could change Jeffrey's decision.
"You take care of your body." Mars snorted deeply, his expression turned a little blank and left. When he walked out of the garden, Mars looked back at the gray-haired old man in the garden and suddenly remembered his father before he died. The sentence said: "Remember, there is only one president in this world. What you have to do is to be absolutely loyal to him. This is enough."
"Father, maybe I should listen to you." Mars shook his fist, turned and left, and his footsteps were heavy. He knew that he was going, and he might never return to this beautiful manor again. I was short of something.
From small to large, he watched the manor flourish and watched the young and strong president grow old. The sun was shining on this luxurious manor, but it was like the afterglow of the setting sun, some feelings of suffocation. .
"If the young master didn't choose to be a teacher, could the manor become more magnificent? At least... it won't fall too fast." Mars thought in his heart, but soon he smiled and shook his head. He remembered the happy appearance of the young master who got the teacher's acceptance letter in the chaotic school. "Probably this is the life he really wants. Even without this manor, there are children."
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"Father, you listen to me explaining this, I..." Cyril rushed to the garden, his face was a bit white, and Mars had already told him about the situation and made a farewell.
Mars is the most trusted person around his father. Although he usually only acts as a microphone, he can only understand the meaning of Jeffrey through a cough and a special position in the Aden Chamber of Commerce.
However, he is now directly retired. From then on, he will no longer hold any position in the Chamber of Commerce. He can only enter the stores of the Molton family and become a real marginal figure.
Cyril is not stupid, knowing what it means, Jeffrey is angry, and very angry.
"Snapped!!!"
Cyril’s words have not been finished yet, and Jeffrey, who turned around, has slapped his face on his face, and the sound of crisp and stunned sounds that the insects in the flowers stopped screaming.
"噗通!"
Cyril squatted directly on the ground, his left cheeks swelled high, and looked at Jeffrey with a look of horror. He said, "Father, I am wrong, I know it is wrong..."
"Do you know what is wrong?" Jeffrey retracted his hand, his hand in wide sleeves trembled slightly, watching Cyril, and the tone increased a little bit: "Then you said, where are you wrong?"
"I..." Cyril opened his mouth, but it was suddenly stunned, and his eyes turned and he didn't know what to say.
"You don't say, then let me tell you, what the is wrong with you." Jeffrey looked at Cyril, just like looking at a clown, looking at him with a condescending smile, with a bit of ridiculous smile: "First, you shouldn't move me. Mars and his son have been with me for decades. Loyalty is the most basic principle of a servant. When you let him obey you, you have a disloyalty. Servant."
"Second, you shouldn't change my rules. The rules of the restaurant list in the food list are half the rules of the year. Because the restaurants that can enter the chamber of commerce can always enter the list, but the promotion of the rankings can be increased to some extent. The turnover of the restaurant has already aroused the resentment of many ordinary merchants. And you have even taken over 90% of the list, using the way of bidding. As the second master of the Molton family, are you so lacking? Is there only a small amount of money in your eyes? Do you know what rules are?
Our Morton family can have the status of today, relying on rules, even if this rule is established by ourselves, it must be observed and maintained. Only a relatively free market will have a vibrant life and room for continued improvement. And you, while stifling this freedom, what is the significance of our control?

"Third, you should not provoke people and forces that you can't provoke. Merchants tend to avoid disadvantages. This is the basis of our survival. A real businessman should be afraid and know how to protect his wings. I will always stand in a safe place.
And you, even for tens of thousands of copper coins to touch the Bastig prison, to contaminate the four events. Do you know what the four-level event means? Even if you are the son of a city owner, as long as you have committed a four-level incident, you can only stay in Bastig prison for a lifetime. What do you think you are? I still want to get people from Basti prison? If you are caught in this time, rest assured, I will not catch you.

"Father, I am wrong, I am wrong, I am wrong..." Cyril turned pale, squatting on the ground and climbing a few steps, trying to hold Jeffrey's thigh.
"Don't think that the Malton family can only be handed over to you after I die, and you can do whatever you want." Jeffrey took back his left foot in disgust, and said coldly: "From today on, Rodriguez is Moore. One of the successor candidates of the Don family, like you, has the inheritance rights of the Morton family."
"This!" Cyril was struck by lightning, soft on the ground, looking up at Jeffrey with incredulity.