At that ti, although Zhou Yuan was wealthy, he absolutely did not qualify as one of the foremost figures of his era.
However, revenge was an essential matter during that period. It could even be said that it determined the fate of the family!
It was Shen Qingguo at the core of the Shen Family who proposed this idea. At the sa ti, he raised his eldest son, Zhou Quan, and supported Shen Zhen and Enguo, forming an alliance with brothers from Korea!
This behavior was incomprehensible to so at the ti.
When Shen Fuguo entered Yanjing, no one knew his origins, nor what kind of power stood behind the Shen Family.
On the other hand, as a "desolate island" of Shen Qingguo, the island and figures like Yang Ri, Le Yuan, and many others displayed extraordinary strength, far exceeding so who could barely compare to dogs.
Yet the avenger remained unshaken, possessing the heart of an almost fallen Xin Fangguo.
History proved him right.
From then on, Shen Fuguo displayed unwavering loyalty, becoming a precursor to the prosperity of both Zhongda and the sumrti, while Zhou naturally began to rise to prominence. During this ti, they trampled underfoot all those who had derided their family!
Thus, there was later a saying about "Yanjing’s Two Zhous."
From the second step, your son’s appearance seed fraught with urgency, living an unsettled life for a long ti, resolving things one after another. What sort of presence was that? Who had returned?
"Who are you? Whose surna do you carry, the two traitors from those families!" This news ca from afar, from a fiery confrontation involving a haughty foreigner! Zhou Jette, anxious, kept his thoughts to himself!
This ti, Yang Chuan’s reconstruction institute secretly spread information to Shen Villa about the Dragon Team surrounding the ruins of the profit-generating site he planned ten years ago!
This was undoubtedly sothing Yang Chuan had to do.
Like the conjectures of figures like Chen Wenya about eight scenarios in Seoul, people in Zhou Shanghai had already learned about today’s news—it was Shen Yunguo!
Now they had completely broken all ties with Shen Qingguo!
Xin Fangguo had already retired, and the relentless isolationism of China had been forcefully shattered.
But in the eyes of the world, he remained the embodint of China, while Zhou represented God’s private Blood Clan!
Recently, the military repeatedly erged bearing China’s mission, granting agents broad authority!
Should this information prove genuine, I could not believe any change would occur with Shen Tianguo or Shen Qingguo!
Yet, in an instant, these people in the master’s household beca incredibly empowered, forging familial ties with the forr patriarch Ales!
Though errors arose in ventures where words were mistranslated, the fundantal significance remained intact!
Yang Chuan’s path reflected masculinity, valor, and victory—like ng Hao!
So, if it involved supporting Ales, his father-in-law would certainly have to replace Zhou’s position for a week. Under such circumstances, where would you find acceptance?
Thus, thoughts of Zhou Gou’s deliberate exploitation dissipated, and Yang Chuan’s reconstruction institute led to ten major deaths surrounding Zhou!
Even now, this cannot be overturned, as several figures entered the outer ruins upon the collapse of a fallen Zhou.
When Zhou Jie’er personally stepped in to dissuade them, none could remain calm.
But upon hearing Zhou Quan’s sharp remarks, complete with a slight frown, he rebutted with a asured calm: "Returned? What have you seen to make you panic like this!" Forget who you think you’re qualified to be.
"Do I harbor so misplaced sense of self? Who am I supposed to be?" Zhou Xuan under the night fog asked repeatedly.
What kind of person are you? And you dare to claim to be his sister’s husband! A son-in-law of the Shen Family, but how swiftly you’ve turned tables!
Arrogant fools unable to see the situation clearly, unable even to grasp its import—"Father! Do you think Shengyang’s capabilities rival mine? Yet through this latest twist, he’s clung to , showing strength, though many remain stronger than him!"
"Jiang? Ha! And how dare this so-called ’Chinese girl’ compare herself to Shen Tianguo and Ma Qiang?"
Zhou Fuhai’s mocking laughter rang out. "Do you not realize how many powerful figures erged overseas during this ti? When you encounter them, choose whose side you stand on. Shen Qingguo’s destiny is sothing I entrust to your timing and understanding."
"Nothing remains!" He declared, lifting "these three great" pillars of Shen Yunze’s nation.
"What you claim reflects your shallow judgnt, completely unfamiliar with its intricacies!"
As Zhou Quan t with utter confusion, the townsfolk’s cold hearts began murmuring, "In all my years, the most surprising matter was catching wind of Shen Qingguo’s origins at dawn! He was born as such a man; to his child, he passed his bloodline and determination!"
"At last, sothing erupted—I once thought it foolish. But in my foolishness, I surpassed the results crafted by Shen Zhengguo through sheer persistence to claim authority and recognition. Following that, China’s fervent trust surged my way! Do you understand what ca of that investnt?"
No hesitation crossed the doubtful faces of the crowd!
Fools!
A sudden surge opened everything again. To gain control over even a single channel was key to becoming one’s own master.
"Yes!"
Zhou Fuhai’s younger brother, with a genial smile, remarked, "That fellow Jiang—certainly not Jiang Fuzhang—is soone lesser-known, existing in a resolute stronghold. Yet in one day, Shen Enguo beca a fiercely dominant figure in China!" What could this an?
... If that could really be achieved, why would any designs remain concealed? What does this signify?
Despite Shen Yunguo having once stood tall, losing the distinguished na of Ales on the battlefield derailed his trajectory, creating repercussions against ! To say nothing of now being unreachable. But originally—who am I? I am the supporter acting as Zhou Gou’s voice!"
Zhou Fuhai’s gaze, profound and distant, moved slowly as he murmured, "That’s why we call him that—manifesting his will amidst the storm!" into the road!
When Zhou Fuhai circled the courtyard, his two younger siblings retreated to their respective chambers.
anwhile, Physician Zhou Gou found himself ascending to Jiang Yan’s expressways late into the night, finally arriving at Beijing Station.
"Is this Yan Ann?"
A young man with black hair and an indifferent expression stepped onto the platform for the first ti.
"Ah! So, this is your first ti here."
Hearing the exclamation resonating in the sky, the teenagers beside him broke into imdiate laughter.
One among them, bearing the surna Zhao, hailed from a nearby region but strode confidently forward while speaking.
Though seated together for two days, no aningful exchange took place. Subtle smiles lingered like fog stretched thinly between strangers.
The sensation resembled sothing distant, spanning vast miles, yet conflicting with Bai Yang River’s proximity—a dissonance neither harmonious nor outright aggressive!
This peculiarity sparked Detective Cao’s curiosity, prompting him to answer almost instinctively.
He nodded, stating calmly, "Yes, it’s my first ti here," and nodded again for emphasis.
"Really, your first ti?"
After spending two days together and hearing this response, Director Zhao brightened slightly. "Heading to school? Or visiting relatives?"
"Looking for soone!" The young man continued smiling faintly.
"Oh? Then it’s family you’re searching for? Who is it? I might be able to assist you—I know Yanjing very well! Who is it, and what’s their connection to you?"
As the intervals widened, Detective Cao muttered unclear phrases about so business.
The young man had little information, knowing only that the surna was "Zhou."
Zhou Yu.
At the sound of this na, Zhao furrowed her brows abruptly.
The na seed familiar, though its conclusion escaped her montarily.
But just then, a woman with sharp features and an air of frostiness interrupted Zhao’s thoughts. "Don’t tell the Zhou Quan you’re looking for is just among the many out there!"
The woman’s words interwove with the steps of Yang Chuan and Detective Cao, echoing on the roadside.
Yet contrary to her harsh tone, when facing those stunned by her words, chaos like that of passing storms quieted. Those seated later—now idly gossiping or complaining—dispersed slowly from the rows back into other spaces, leaving Yang Chuan staring elsewhere.
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