Zhao Yan: I'm never afraid of people greeting my mother.

"What are you doing? I'm so sleepy, hmm...don't mess around."

On the dawn of a new day, Chen Yurou was barely awake, feeling someone pulling off her blankets and randomly kicking her legs. Ever since she had brought Zhao Yan into the room yesterday afternoon, the two of them hadn't left the room until this morning, so her fatigue was understandable.

"Don't sleep anymore, be good and get up. As the ancients said, 'Plan for the day in the morning.'" Zhao Yan gently taught.

He really liked the sayings of the ancients, because each one was so profound, containing philosophy. There's a saying that the path of philosophy has eighteen bends, and the waters of philosophy have nine consecutive rings, which shows how incredible philosophy is.

Chen Yurou wanted to cry: "Big brother, I'm not someone you rented, please let me catch my breath!"

"Life is about movement. Being afraid of fatigue at such a young age won't work. When you're older, you'll have plenty of time to rest." Zhao Yan earnestly encouraged.

Because when you're older, I'll be tired of you too.

An hour later, Zhao Yan was sitting at the head of the bed smoking.

The ancients also said, reflect on yourself three times a day.

So Zhao Yan had always conscientiously followed the teachings of the ancients, deeply reflecting on himself down to his soul every day.

To put it in plain words, it was sage time, to space out and let his mind become clearer. The words of the ancients also had scientific theory behind them.

The ancients said: I'll f**k your mother!

He was reflecting on the matter of the Chamber of Commerce. First was the name, it couldn't be too petty, being too petty would limit future development, but it also couldn't be too ambitious, because this was a small regional circle to begin with. If the name was too big it would mean attracting more people, and too many outsiders would affect internal unity.

After thinking it over, Zhao Yan decided to name the Chamber of Commerce the "Handong Chamber of Commerce", mainly representing Handong Province.

The Handong Province economy was very strong as a whole, with many talented people coming out of it. First consolidate the enterprises of Handong, then strategically occupy various industrial markets in other provinces.

By doing this to help himself complete his primitive accumulation, he could then develop overseas, because the domestic market would not allow the Handong Chamber of Commerce to become too powerful.

The governments of each province would also protect local enterprises.

Once developed to a certain level, if expansion still continued, it would invite a crackdown from the state, so the Handong Chamber of Commerce's eventual development path was overseas.

Especially those Middle Eastern areas, all kinds of oil fields and mines, and they were chaotic too. Wouldn't those be nice places?

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Yurou hugged him from behind around his neck.

"Thinking about how I can create a better life for you." Zhao Yan said imperturbably.

Chen Yurou tenderly said: "Following you, even eating chaff and wild herbs would be a wonderful life."

Zhao Yan only gave a faint smile to this. Women could say things like this, but men definitely shouldn't believe them.

There was a movie where the female protagonist kept saying she didn't care about money and hated the nouveau riche, but every moment the main character nouveau riche male lead moved her was using money.

Similarly, Chen Yurou had been his counselor for several years, but why hadn't she looked at him differently before?

This wasn't to say she was greedy for wealth, but rather under circumstances with no other emotional foundation, a broke guy himself simply couldn't attract a hot chick.

What were they after him for? For being poor?

Having seen many outstanding men, the only thing that could attract them was even more outstanding and remarkable men.

"You don't believe me?" Seeing his face full of disbelief, Chen Yurou was somewhat unhappy now.

Zhao Yan joked: "I believe you. After all you can eat anything, not to mention chaff and herbs."

"Go die!" Chen Yurou's pretty face flushed red as she spat at him, then went to take a bath with bare feet.

"Ding ling ling, ding ling ling~"

Her bedside phone suddenly rang.

Chen Yurou called out: "Help me get that."

Zhao Yan picked up and looked, the caller ID displayed: Pig Head Thug.

You could tell from the contact name that they were very close.

"Hello, hi, Yurou is taking a bath and will call you back later." Zhao Yan said after picking up.

"............"

The other side didn't speak.

Zhao Yan frowned: "Hello? Speak, hello?"

"Zhao Yan! Son of a b*tch!" A grieved and angry curse almost deafened Zhao Yan directly.

Zhao Yan was frightened: "Holy sh*t! Big uncle!"

"You've only known each other for two months! You're already spending the night together. Today I have to f**k your mother!" Chen Han angrily cursed again and again.

Zhao Yan chuckled: "Big uncle, to tell the truth, I can't even find my own mom, if you can help me find her I'd have to thank you instead."

He had no feelings at all for the parents who had abandoned him.

So he was never afraid of people insulting his mother.

"............" With this kind of motherless person, Chen Han was somewhat at a loss, only able to ask: "Did you wear one?"

This was his last stubbornness as her older brother.

"Two people in a relationship should be intimate. I don't like barriers in between my relationship with her." Zhao Yan's tone was low as he spoke.

"Scram!"

Chen Han terminated the call.

After a while he called again.

"I heard you're going to organize a Chamber of Commerce?"

Zhao Yan smiled: "You see, big uncle, we actually have a common topic between us."

"Cut the bullsh*t. Right now I'm enduring the urge to murder you while I talk to you." Chen Han gnashed out.

Zhao Yan said: "Yes, to tell the truth, regarding the position of deputy chair, I quite fancy you for it."

"Good enough for me?" Chen Han lacked some confidence.

Because there were many in Binhai more powerful than him.

Zhao Yan smiled confidently: "Let me ask you, who am I?"

"You're an as*hole, a huge as*hole!"

Zhao Yan's smile froze: "............"

"You're so naughty, big uncle." Zhao Yan rebuilt his confidence: "I'm Young Master Zhao! With me saying to let you be deputy chair, who would dare have an opinion? They won't have opinions, only madly brown nose me using you as a target to chase down."

"If you have time, talk to me about your marriage plans with my sister." Her older brother really did flip his face faster than flipping books. Zhao Yan loved his shameless style and took him as a confidant.

Zhao Yan: "I'm not old enough to register for marriage yet."

"Get engaged first!" Chen Han brooked no dissent.

Zhao Yan told the truth: "Then what about Sauce Sauce?"

"F**king dumba*s, my sister can't get into the club anyway, with one outside and you having me to help you, can't you handle it?" Chen Han looked down on him with contempt.

Zhao Yan smiled: "My boy deceives people. Having an uncle like you really is my blessing. But isn't doing this somewhat wronging Yurou?"

The last sentence sounded very fake.

"I've doted on my sister for so many years, it's time for her to sacrifice a bit for me." Chen Han said.

As her brother-in-law, if Zhao Yan could seduce Manager Sauce Sauce, he could also bask in the glory haHAHA.

Chen Yurou walked out: "Who was it?"

"Your brother." Zhao Yan said while hanging up the phone.

Chen Yurou's pretty face flushed: "Ah, then...then he must know now. Oh no, terrible, just terrible!"

"It's fine, he was even encouraging us to have a child soon, saying he'll adopt one from us later since he's infertile." Zhao Yan casually babbled nonsense.

"Ah!" Chen Yurou widened her beautiful eyes, then murmured to herself: "No wonder there's still no children even after big brother and sister-in-law married for so many years. Poor big brother."

On the other side, Chen Han who was looking over documents in his office suddenly inexplicably sneezed several times in a row.

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