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Chapter 25 No respect for elders?

A simple family dinner ended with a tense confrontation between the two brothers Zhou Bingkun and Zhou Bingyi.

Seeing Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei about to say goodbye and leave, Zhou Bingkun really wanted to advise Zhou Bingyi, can you please not become a son-in-law!

However, every time the words came to his lips, Zhou Bingkun swallowed them back.

The relationship between him and his elder brother Zhou Bingyi was already very strained, there was no need to make it worse!

Zhou's mother, Li Suhua, watched Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei leave, and only then realized that there was a conflict between her two sons.

"Kun'er, what happened between you and your brother?"

"Mom, it should be the incident in 1972. That incident probably made him dislike me!" Zhou Bingkun guessed.

"Kun'er, it's all your fault for being too talkative back then!

Why don’t you just mind your own business?
Your brother was such a proud person, and now all that has been lost to you!" Upon hearing Zhou Bingkun's speculation, Zhou's mother Li Suhua complained.

"Mom! He's my brother, of course I want him to live a better life!

It is said that bystanders see more clearly than those involved.

But he didn't take my reminder seriously at all!

Is it really all my fault?"

"Kun'er, you are all adults now!
Everyone has their own way of life, there is no need to always think about influencing each other!
Besides, your brother is a man of his own ideas, and it's impossible for him to listen to your advice!" Zhou's mother Li Suhua sighed and said with a wry smile.

"Okay! I finally understand what Mom means!
I am a blind man lighting a lamp in vain!
I moved myself!
Actually, in my brother's mind, I am just meddling in other people's business!"

A few days later, Zhou Zhiqiang, Zhou's father, also returned to the Northeast. Seeing his home changed drastically, Zhou Zhiqiang's good mood was ruined by Zhou Bingkun's concealment.

After returning home, Zhou Zhiqiang had a gloomy face except when facing his grandson.

Seeing Zhou's father's behavior, Zhou Bingkun knew that his father was really angry.

In fact, Zhou's father and Zhou Bingyi are both very conceited people. It is impossible for them to admit that they are not as good as others, especially their son.

"Bingkun, someone introduced Guangming to a girl, and I went to see her!
The girl is very pretty!

There are some intellectual problems!"

Zheng Juan felt the awkward atmosphere in the Zhou family, like a powder keg about to explode, and she deliberately told the story of her brother Guangming in public to ease the atmosphere.

“This won’t do!

Guangming also needs someone to take care of him!
If I marry a wife with intellectual disabilities, who will take care of me in the future?" Zhou Bingkun said without hesitation.

"Hey, Zhou Bingkun, you are such a great writer, you are amazing!
Not only does he write well, he can also make decisions for others!
Have you asked Guangming for his opinion on his own marriage?" Zhou Zhiqiang finally caught the topic and said sarcastically.

Ignoring his father Zhou Zhiqiang's ridicule, Zhou Bingkun explained, "Dad, Guangming wants to become a monk!

I thought that if I escaped to the deep mountains and forests, I would no longer have to endure suffering!
Dad, do you think this is possible?"

Zhou Zhiqiang ignored his son Zhou Bingkun's explanation and just wanted to use the opportunity to vent his inner dissatisfaction, "Humph! I think it's you, Zhou Bingkun, who is so self-righteous!

Too conceited!

Now you don’t take anyone seriously!
Even I, the father, am dispensable!
Don't talk about a blind brother-in-law being able to see the light!"

"Dad, can we please be reasonable? We're talking about Guangming's marriage, why are you dragging me into this?"

"Humph! It's all the same thing! It's because you're used to making your own decisions! You never consider other people's feelings!"

"Dad, what you said is a bit serious!"

"Serious? Building a house is such a big thing, why didn't you tell me in advance? Do you still see me as your father?"

"Dad, most of your monthly salary will be mailed home. If I tell you about building a house.

Besides making you unable to concentrate on your work, it doesn't help the family at all, does it? " Zhou Bingkun looked at his angry father and expressed his thoughts without hesitation.

"Your company can't do without you, so just for this little matter of our family, are you going to ask for a month or two of leave to come back and help build the house?"

After hearing his son Zhou Bingkun's explanation, Zhou Zhiqiang lost his temper. He really couldn't leave the unit and he also enjoyed the working atmosphere there.

But he just couldn't be happy, always trying to find fault with his youngest son. "Then let me ask you, where did you get so much money?"

“How much is this?

I originally planned to build a two-story courtyard house, but I was worried that it would be too eye-catching!

This is why I reluctantly built the most ordinary one!" Zhou Bingkun said disapprovingly.

Hearing his son Zhou Bingkun's shameless words, Zhou Zhiqiang was very angry, and then said angrily, "I'm asking you again, where did you get so much money?
Don't talk bullshit to me here!"

“I earned it!”

"What? You actually learned how to speculate and profiteer?" Zhou Zhiqiang, Zhou's father, was very excited. He could finally teach this hateful son a lesson.

"Dad, what are you thinking? I make money by writing articles!

For my first article, "The Rise of a Great Power," the National Daily News gave me 1,200 yuan in royalties.

I lent Sun Ganchao one hundred yuan to buy land!
Six hundred yuan was used to build a new house for Guangming!

With the remaining five hundred yuan, I bought Uncle Lin's house next door, and the Su family's house and land behind!"

"What about the money for building the house?" After hearing his son Zhou Bingkun's explanation, Zhou Zhiqiang, Zhou's father, was speechless again.

"A newspaper in Hong Kong took a fancy to my book 'The Rise of a Great Power' and bought the copyright.

I also wrote another article and sold it to a newspaper in Hong Kong Island."

"Then why didn't I see your other article in the National Daily?" Zhou Zhiqiang, Zhou's father, was still confused.

“The National Daily is so stingy!
I didn’t publish the second article!

Dad, if you want to read it, I'll give it to you right now!" Zhou Bingkun complained to the National Daily about their stinginess, and quickly got up and went back to his room to get the first draft of "Hexi Corridor".

Zhou Zhiqiang took the "Hexi Corridor" handed to him by Zhou Bingkun, ignored anyone, and started reading it himself.

After a long while, Zhou Zhiqiang completely lost his temper and could only smoke alone.

Seeing that Zhou Zhiqiang, Zhou's father, was no longer being unreasonable, Zhou Bingkun quickly took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and respectfully handed it to his father, saying with a smile, "Dad, have this! This is good!"

Seeing his son Zhou Bingkun's playful look, Zhou Zhiqiang snorted coldly, then took the Zhonghua cigarettes handed to him by his son.

"Who designed such a nice house for our family?"

Hearing what Zhou Zhiqiang's father said, Zhou Bingkun knew that Zhou Zhiqiang was no longer angry, and quickly explained with a smile, "It's a retired old painter, also surnamed Zhou!
He used to be the deputy director of the cartoon department of Northeast Film Studio!"

"What about these building materials and construction teams?"

"It was Mr. Zhou who helped make the connections!"

"Since they have helped us so much!

After the New Year, while I'm at home, I'll invite them to my house for dinner!" Zhou Zhiqiang suddenly arranged.

"Okay, I'll invite them later!" Zhou Bingkun behaved very well.

(End of this chapter)