The Crazy Son-In-Law

The three senexes of the provincial branch, who were also the top management of Golden Holding, Chairman Kou Zhengqing, Vice Chairman Tang Zhanpeng, and Ma Hong, were all waiting at the door. As soon as they saw the old man, they hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

“Master Zuo, welcome, welcome,” Kou Zhengqing said with a big smile on his face.

This Master Zuo was none other than Zuo Zhiyuan, Sikong Chen’s master.

The position of branch head of the Old School Society in Oakland had been vacant all this time, and he was here for that very position.

Branch heads, in name, were not allowed to participate in the management of businesses under the Association’s jurisdiction, dealing only with Association-related matters. It seemed that their power was not really that great, but in reality, it was difficult to distinguish between the two, as the Association’s businesses were also part of its affairs, weren’t they?

Zuo Zhiyuan raised his hand to stop them, then gave a smile devoid of emotion and said, “I’m not old enough to need your help.”

The three looked at each other, seemingly worried. It seemed that this branch head was somewhat dissatisfied with them.

But this was understandable. Sikong Chen was his best disciple, and he had told them several times to handle the matter.

However, since Sikong Chen had died in the arena, they really couldn’t find a reason for their intervention. If others felt that they were just annoyed by their failure, it would cause even greater damage to the Association’s reputation.

So they hesitated, and did nothing even until now.

Although Zuo Zhiyuan had a prominent name, his influence could never extend to Oakland, so the three could always find an excuse for their actions and avoid all the troubles.

To their surprise, this Master Zuo suddenly appeared in Oakland as their branch head, and the three couldn’t help but panic.

Kou Zhengqing awkwardly smiled and said, “You’re joking, Master Zuo. You don’t look old at all, but this has been such a long journey, and we were worried that you might be tired.”

Zuo Zhiyuan nodded and, surrounded by the crowd, ascended the steps and walked quickly into Harrow Tower.

In the conference room, the executives of Golden Holding sat solemnly. In fact, anyone who could attend such a high-level meeting was a member of the Old School Society.

As Zuo Zhiyuan took his seat at the head of the table, his gaze quickly swept over the attendees and he got straight to the point, “I want an explanation for Sikong Chen.”

Although they had anticipated his words, the three still shivered.

This Master Zuo was said to have already entered the mid-stage of the Foundation phase, and he had always been so domineering.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

He dared to openly confront their masters because he came from a martial arts family.

The Zuo family was a martial arts family. Apart from anything else, his brother Zuo Zhiheng’s cultivation was not inferior to his. With such a powerful family behind him, he naturally feared nothing.

Kou Zhengqing quickly explained their concerns to Zuo Zhiyuan.

Since this was a decision made by everyone, they thought Master Zuo would not blame them individually.

Zuo Zhiyuan snorted and said, “Chen was just my disciple, but I have regarded him as my own son in the past decade. He lost his life for you, and you just use such excuses to appease me?”

“Master Zuo, you misunderstand, how could we dare? In fact, we’ve been discussing how to handle this matter ourselves. Now that you’re here, perhaps you can make a decision for us.” Kou Zhengqing left the whole matter to Zuo Zhiyuan, so if anything happened in the future, all the trouble would fall on Zuo Zhiyuan.

Zuo Zhiyuan, of course, knew what he was thinking. However, at his position, he no longer needed to worry about their little schemes.

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, “Just rest assured, I will personally avenge Chen.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“We just received a report. The head of the Sikong family, Sikong Xinrong, passed away a few days ago,” Tang Zhanpeng said.

“Oh? Really?” Zuo Zhiyuan frowned.

“Absolutely,” Tang Zhanpeng confirmed.

Zuo Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then sighed softly, “We knew each other a long time ago, which is why he entrusted his grandson to me. I have already disappointed his family.”

“Well, since I’m here, I will go to bid farewell to Mr. Sikong and avenge Chen along the way. It’s what I owe the Sikong family.”

“Tell everyone that the Old School Society will attend Mr. Sikong’s funeral.” Zuo Zhiyuan paused and then murmured to himself, “Mr. Sikong deserves a proper funeral.”

Kou Zhengqing immediately understood, “Got it, I’ll make the arrangements right away.”

The next day.

More than ten top-notch luxury cars set off from Harrow Tower and headed toward Stillwater.

…

The news of Sikong Xinrong’s sudden death from a heart attack quickly spread throughout Stillwater, becoming the talk of the town.

In just one month, so much had happened to this century-old family. First, they hurriedly sold their shares, then they gave up the position of chairman to an outsider, they got a new family head, and now, suddenly, old Mr. Sikong had passed away. All these events proved that they had been going through an unusual winter.

As the current head of the family, Sikong Jie had been responsible for various family affairs in recent years. It would be all too easy for him to keep the truth a secret.

As for the two guards who had gone with him to collect his father’s body, he had plenty of ways to deal with them.

Among the members of the Sikong family, although some of them had doubts in their hearts, they would only discuss it privately, and no one would question him about the cause of the old head’s death.

As for the demand made by Xiao Shun – that all Sikong family members must attend his employee’s funeral in three days – Sikong Jie thought it was just a joke, not even worth mentioning.

With the protection of the Holy Spirit, he was not worried about the Sikong family at all. Even if he couldn’t strike back now, there would always be opportunities in the future.

Anyway, according to the customs in Stillwater, Sikong Xinrong’s funeral would be held seven days later.

In front of their ancestral hall.

Almost every member of the Sikong family stood beside the coffin, while Sikong Jie was absent since he had to take care of various family matters.

Among these people, however, most were only in their teens, so they grew bored and started to play with their phones.

“Look, look! The Old School Society is coming to attend Grandpa’s funeral,” one of the young kids whispered in surprise, holding his phone and looking at the news.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I just heard the news too. They say it’s Chen’s master who will lead some of the management personally to our house.”

“Oh my, our family is quite something in Stillwater now.”

“Not just in Stillwater, in the entire Oakland, probably only our family receives such treatment.”

Upon hearing the news, Sikong Anming’s eyes lit up, “Master Zuo is coming too? It seems they’re finally going to avenge Chen.”

“Uncle Anming, don’t worry. Since Master Zuo is coming in person, he must not be here just for Grandpa’s funeral. He must be here to avenge Chen as well.”