Chapter 520 Ending

Shanghai has completely entered the night. The night is just another kind of new life for Shanghai, which is more exciting than during the day. Shanghai this night is destined to be extraordinary.

Hu Zi drove the Maserati, whom Li Sansheng loved, and finally arrived at the door of Sheshan Golf. Along the way, Li Sansheng had a great chat with this middle-aged man. Perhaps it was because he was in Guanzhong. When he talked, he had many common topics. People like to recall the past, and Li Sansheng was no exception. The familiar and unfamiliar places in Hu Zi's mouth made him vividly remember. The hazy years of life like summer flowers always make people sigh. Now, looking back at his junior high school, there are a few people who don't stand up and smile.

Li Sansheng was no exception. These places and memories belonged to the junior high school years. At that time, the four of them were considered standard young people. Lao Meng, who was the winner of the commendation meeting after each exam, was regarded as a bonus by countless girls as his crush, always followed him timidly like a girl, but no matter what, he followed the kindest and simplest flower in the organization. He had been in a small town since he was a child, and later he grew up in a small county town. Every time something happened, he always gave them the strongest support.

In junior high school, the four of them did a lot of ** things, but every time they took the blame, Li Sansheng always took the blame. His studies were always average, he was not handsome, and his family had no money or background. In the eyes of the teacher, he was definitely a master who could not stand up to the wall. At first, the teacher would say a few so-called truths that Li Sansheng disdained, but in the end he became completely numb. Then he naturally became a role model for bad children. In the first and second grades of junior high school, Li Sansheng went to school criticism meetings many times, but a certain class suddenly stopped. Then all the teachers and students of the school gathered on the playground of the school to publicly criticize a certain student or a few students. The scale was grand. The teacher of the school Youth League Committee took them up. Then the principal began to go through the procedures, first saying that they had committed something, and what did they do.

Students from which town or village in a class, then used as negative teaching materials to let all teachers and students in the school learn from this. In the end, they will punish these students, such as those who stay in school for probation, those who suspend school for several months, those who suspend school for reflection, those who are directly expelled, and those who are directly expelled, depending on the terrible nature, exactly the same as those who are unforgivable in public trials by public procuratorial and judicial officials. It is even better than those who are worse than the Cultural Revolution. Li Sansheng can still remember the verdict of the director Wang Yan at that time, "In order to strictly enforce school discipline, correct the school spirit, educate himself, and give some punishments to someone." Every time this sentence comes, almost all the students below will recite it together, which is a beautiful scenery. He smiles happily on the stage, which makes the teachers of the Youth League Committee helpless.

But later, Lao Meng left, Huahua left, and Erlong left, leaving him alone, and life became boring.

These are the most beautiful memories of his junior high school years. He is two more than anyone else, but at least he has passed two, and he is much better than those hypocrites who have never lived in his life to claim to be a moral model.

After Maserati stopped, Li Sansheng finally came back to his senses and looked at Sheshan Golf, which belongs to the highest-end wealthy area in Shanghai, and smiled faintly.

There is a large balcony in the study room of Xiahou’s Golf Villa in Sheshan. There are two red sandalwood chairs and a red sandalwood table on the balcony. There is a very expensive purple clay teapot on the red sandalwood table. Next to it is a box of top-quality West Lake Longjing made of special wooden equipment, comparable to gold. A pot of tea has been brewed on the table, but the tea in the cup has already been cold. The tea has been cold before the person leaves, which is indeed not a good sign.

There were two people on the balcony, one standing, the other sitting but squinting his eyes. I don’t know if he was asleep. The person standing was respectful and obviously a servant. The person lying was over 90 years old, with only a few gray hair left on his head. His gray beard and eyebrows were mostly half a foot long. He was as fairy-like as a semi-immortal who never born, and his whole spirit looked very energetic. This old man was naturally Xiahou Dongfeng, the ancestor of the Xiahou family. He lived for almost a century. He witnessed the final decline of the Xiahou family, but he was also looking forward to the new rise of the Xiahou family. However, he might never guess this scene because the Li family was back.

Looking down from the balcony, you can see the night view of the entire Sheshan Golf. It is dazzling and luxurious. After a sudden dog barking, Mr. Xiahou Dongfeng opened his closed eyes, moved his hands with crutches, knocked on the servant who was about to fall asleep next to him, and said in a deep voice, "It's a guest who comes uninvited, go to Huangpu and open the door."

The man named Huangpu followed the old man's loyal servant for a lifetime and was stunned. It seemed that there were no guests coming to visit today. Besides, who would come to visit this night, let alone not even knock on the door, but the old man did not dare to disobey the orders, so he could only walk to the study door in confusion and opened the door.

When Huangpu saw the man standing outside the door, he was shocked. There was really someone, but this person seemed not from the Xiahou family and had never seen him before. Huangpu subconsciously asked, "Are you?"

It was naturally Li Sansheng standing in front of the door. Li Sansheng looked at the old man Xiahou on the balcony in the distance and chuckled, "The old friend is visiting"

The servant Huangpu was at a loss and looked back at the old man Xiahou. The four words of the old friend's visit made Xiahou Dongfeng frown and think. The cunning of the old fox flashed in his eyes full of lust. Finally, Xiahou Dongfeng waved his hand and signaled Huangpu to let Li Sansheng come in. Huangpu retreated. Li Sansheng chuckled and slowly walked through the huge study room to the balcony. He sat on another red sandalwood chair without any hesitation. He poured himself a cup of Longjing in a purple clay pot and said to himself, "Tea is good tea. If you guess correctly, it comes from Longjing on the Lion Peak. For old tea lovers, you can guess that this top-level Longjing comes from the lion, dragon, cloud, tiger, and plum. It's a pity that the tea is cold. If you want to taste the essence of Longjing, you can only find it in the tea you just brewed. Cold tea is just a waste of heaven."

After Li Sansheng finished drinking the tea in the cup, he looked at the purple clay pot and continued to say, "From the identification of the purple clay pot, shape, work, model and quality, this pot is not cheap either. The Xiahou family is the Xiahou family. The old man really knows how to enjoy it. It seems that this pot is very familiar. I think about it, oh, I remembered it. This is the Qing Qianlong red Taotie Kuilong pattern purple clay pot sold for 10,000 Hong Kong dollars at the Christie's auction in Hong Kong in 2002. I didn't expect it to be collected by Mr. Xiahou."

Mr. Xiahou looked at this strange young man who claimed to be an old friend and tasted his purple clay pot, and was not angry. He just thought about the old friend. What's wrong with it? What's the reason? He said in a deep voice: "What is the best jewelry in the world? Yixing purple clay is the most important thing. The best purple clay pot is hard to come by. I don't have much hobbies in my life. I have a unique love for the purple clay pot. But I didn't expect to meet a young man like you in my later years. This pot is really destined to be with me."

Li Sansheng put down the purple clay pot, thought for a while and said, "Fate? Without this purple clay pot, the old man and I have a fate after all."

Mr. Xiahou narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Young man, come late at night, who is there any Guigan who calls himself an old friend, but I really can't remember that there is such an old friend as you?"

Li Sansheng withdrew his smile and snorted coldly, "Mr. Xiahou is really a noble man who forgets things. If there is no reason, how can I come to visit? The old man takes a look again, take a closer look, and see if he can recognize me. More than twenty years have passed, and the old man is really old, so I will remind him."

Li Sansheng's voice couldn't help but increase a little, and his body leaned forward, sneering, "My surname is Li, Muzi Li, from the north, 800 miles of Qinchuan."

When he heard Li and Muzi Li, Xiahou Dongfeng was shocked in an instant. His eyes, which were as calm as water, suddenly fluctuated, his pupils instantly widened, and the crutches on his hands also trembled. He seemed to have thought of something, muttered to himself, staring at Li Sansheng, frightening Huangpu, the servant standing aside.

A few seconds later, Xiahou Dongfeng finally regained his calmness. He waved his hand to signal his servant Huangpu to go out. After Huangpu left, the old man Xiahou said tremblingly, "Come here, here, his descendants are still here. More than 20 years ago, I knew that one day the Li family would come back. Ye Qinghou's departure made me more convinced that the Li family was coming back. But I didn't expect it to be so soon. Old friends, it's really old friends."

Ye Qinghou?

Li Sansheng heard the name decisively. After thinking for a few seconds, he concluded that if nothing unexpected happened, this Ye Qinghou must be the old man Xuanwu, Ye Qinghou? Ye? two related?

Shaking his head, this is not the purpose of this trip. Tonight, the era of a family is destined to end. Li Sansheng said straight to the point, "Since Mr. Xiahou has guessed my identity, as a junior, I will not go around in circles. In the storm more than 20 years ago, the old man stood opposite the Li family and chose to join the Zhuge family to deal with the Li family. He should have thought of the result today. At that time, the Li family was in trouble and external difficulties, and you succeeded. In this battle, the Li family was lonely for more than 20 years. My grandfather was lonely for more than 20 years, and eventually died of old age. All of this was caused by you. People are doing it, God is watching, who owe the Li family, the Li family remembers, Xiahou family, Zhuge family, Sun family, and Huang family, today tonight I will come to debt to the Xiahou family, and the old hatred and new hatred will be calculated together."

"He is dead?" Xiahou Dongfeng was stunned when he heard the news. He died. He was actually dead. Unexpectedly, he died in front of him.

He died, but unfortunately his descendants were still alive. As the head of the Xiahou family, he had long realized that the alliance between the Xiahou family and the Nalan family was wrong. If the resistance was not ordinary, how could the powerful Xiahou family find the lonely Xiahou family to form an alliance? The Nalan family is not stupid, and the Xiahou family is not stupid. They just know that they each need it. After the fight twenty years ago, he no longer cared about the trivial matters of the Xiahou family and handed them all over to his son. Even this time he didn't say anything. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The Xiahou family is destined to have such a disaster. After passing, it will really rise again. It is better to see the ancestors after death. If you can't pass, let everything drift away with the wind. Who made him make a wrong choice that made the Xiahou family decline from then on.

"The Li family wants to take revenge, but the Xiahou family can't stop it. But the Xiahou family is not only the Xiahou family, but also the guests from the Northeast. These grievances have been decades, so let's talk with their strength. The Xiahou family still has some capital to play with the Li family. I also want to know that in the chaos back then, did he really have no chess to do, or would he plan another plan?" Old Master Xiahou couldn't help but feel a little angry. Li Sansheng's words seemed to completely take the Xiahou family seriously, but the Xiahou family was in decline, but his honor never disappeared, and he had to die standing and die even if he died.

"If you really want to know, you will see the conclusion at dawn. Let's see what the real Li family looks like?" Li Sansheng smiled, got up, and slowly walked out of the study.

Behind him, Xiahou Dongfeng, who was in deep thought for a long time, suddenly vomited blood. He was ruined back then, no longer had the energy to care about this, but he didn't expect that the loneliness and destruction of the Xiahou family were caused by him. He sighed, is this life?

At some point in the hall of Xiahou family, there were more than a dozen men standing. The one standing in front was naturally Hu Zi. The rest were transferred from the old man named Ye Qinghou. Everything was ready, and the Li family was about to get into the role.

Li Sansheng looked upstairs, looked at the servants who were gathered together and the masters of the guards who were knocked out, and said softly to Huzi, "If you have any accidents, kill them, don't worry."

Hu Zi was stunned, but when he saw Li Sansheng's eyes, he nodded heavily.

Li Sansheng calmly left the Xiahou family and Sheshan Golf.

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