Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

The gatekeeper didn't move, why? "Master, Master, he is very excited and unstable right now, and he is mentally disturbed."

The old man inside kept smashing things as if he was going crazy. The room was in a terrible state. They were afraid that Liancheng Yazhi would be injured.

Liancheng Yazhi gave them a cold look, and the two of them suddenly felt their whole bodies trembling. They didn't dare to write anything anymore, so they quickly opened the door and quickly retreated to both sides.

Secretary Zhou whispered: "Master, be careful."

Liancheng Yazhi sneered, this old man is now his prisoner and has been completely defeated, what else can he do to threaten him?

Liancheng Yazhi raised his feet and walked into the door. As soon as he stepped in, he felt something quickly hit his face. Liancheng Yazhi turned his head to the left and the object flew out against his ear and hit him with a thud.

On the door frame.

The next second, he saw the old man pointing at his nose and yelling: "Liancheng Yazhi, you rebellious son, you beast, you finally dare to see me, let me out quickly, you still want to trap me with this little trick, you are treasonous."

"

Liancheng Yazhi smiled faintly. At this time, the old man was only in his forties. The life of a prisoner these days was very unsatisfactory for him. His hair was messy and his clothes were disheveled. The beard on his chin had grown out. He looked like a city shrew.

Liancheng Yazhi said to Secretary Zhou who was standing behind him very vigilantly: "Close the door."

"Master..." Secretary Zhou was anxious. Look, the old man is... like a mad dog. What if something goes wrong?

Liancheng Yazhi said coldly: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Secretary Zhou shuddered, they were getting more and more powerful.

Secretary Zhou didn't dare to talk nonsense and quickly closed the door.

Liancheng Yazhi looked at the angry old man who was blushing and said: "Isn't it a bad feeling to be locked up by your son?"

He looked at the ground with disgust. The whole room was in a mess, and the wind and the remaining clouds were nothing more than that.

Broken porcelain and glass, goose feathers and duck down in needles, and overturned dishes, the smell of leftover food lingered in the room.

The temperature outside is getting higher day by day, and it's almost midsummer. The dishes that were overturned by the old man will go rancid quickly without anyone cleaning them.

Even with the air conditioner blowing, the room was still filled with a strange smell.

The old man looked at Liancheng Yazhi with disdain: "Let me out quickly. With your little ability, Mao has not yet taken power, and you still want to take charge of the Lian Cheng family. Stop talking nonsense."

Liancheng Yazhi smiled: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have stabilized the Liancheng family now. The general meeting of shareholders will be held next Monday and I will officially serve as president."

Old Man Liancheng couldn't believe it and pointed at him: "You..."

Liancheng Yazhi stood there and said coolly: "You are old and no longer useful, so don't blame me for taking your position. Besides, Grandpa Lian said you are a mediocre person with nothing great to accomplish. The longer the family is in your hands, the longer it will last."

The more you have, I just follow my grandpa’s wishes and hold the power of the family in my hands when I am able, so as not to ruin the family property by you.”

The old man yelled angrily: "Bastard, bastard...I am your father."

He wanted to find something to smash Liancheng Yazhi, but he found that everything in the house that could be smashed had been smashed to pieces, and there was nothing useful at all.

Liancheng Yaya was noncommittal: "Yeah, if it weren't for this, do you think you could still survive until now?"