When Luo Ziling and Wu Yue left the headquarters of the Northern Group together, a middle-aged man about fifty years old was talking to his son in an apartment building about two kilometers away from the headquarters of the Northern Group.

"I didn't expect that he would take a ride-hailing online," the young man said to his father with regret. "It's a pity that we didn't notice this in time, otherwise we could easily remove him."

"You have to closely monitor his movements, and you are negligent again," the middle-aged man looked at his son with a stern face. "I have told you many times, and as long as I have the chance, I will take action. What a great opportunity. If I have mastered that he did not take the bodyguard, he can easily get rid of him while he is taking an online car-hailing car. Even if I can't kill him, I can cause a car accident while he is arguing with the driver, which can still cause him to be seriously injured."

"Dad, his whereabouts are difficult to monitor," said the young man with a depressed look: "The people around him are too good to be good, have strong counter-stalking ability, and he is also very good at himself. We dare not follow some places he goes to. Therefore, it is really difficult to grasp his whereabouts."

"Your cousin was killed by him, and he caused serious damage to our interests. No matter how much it costs, he will be eliminated." The middle-aged man showed murderous aura on his face. "Although it is a sensitive period, it is not harmful to make things bigger as long as we and our whereabouts are not exposed."

"Dad, I understand. The more messed up the matter, the better. Anyway, things are messed up now." The young man smiled, "I won't let you down."

"Don't miss the opportunity again." The middle-aged man waved to his son a little tiredly. When his son opened the door and was about to go out, he said again: "I often go to see your uncle. After your brother died, he was very sad. If you talk to him more, it will be good for you."

"Dad, I understand!" The young man nodded solemnly before leaving.

After leaving the apartment building, the young man took his bodyguards and prepared to go for supper.

Today, he had made an appointment to have dinner with a few friends.

But shortly after the car drove out of the parking lot, the car that the bodyguard was following behind sent a message reminding them that someone was following them.

The car the bodyguard was riding in responded while sending a reminder, slightly lowering the speed and preparing to cover the main car to leave.

But just as they were responding, the tracking car turned and left at an intersection and did not follow them anymore.

The bodyguard dared not slacken, and was still very careful.

However, no abnormal situation was found again.

But being followed suddenly made the young man's bodyguard look like a big enemy.

The young man also had an ominous premonition in his heart, so after getting off the car, he called his bodyguard leader and gave some instructions carefully.

When the young man was instructing the bodyguards with a serious expression, Luo Ziling and Wu Yue had already left the headquarters of the Northern Group.

"Young Master, where are you going?" After coming to the parking lot, Wu Yue asked Luo Ziling in a low voice, "School or home?"

Luo Ziling asked back, "Is my grandfather at home?"

"The old man should be back. He went out this afternoon." Wu Yue said, calling to confirm.

The person on the other end of the phone told Wu Yue that Luo Liansheng had returned to the villa an hour ago.

"When I go to the villa, I want to talk to my grandfather."

Wu Yue didn't say anything else and drove towards the villa.

When Luo Ziling returned to the villa, Luo Liansheng was writing there.

When he saw Luo Ziling coming in, he quickly greeted: "Ling'er, come and see how these words grandpa wrote!"

Luo Ziling walked closer and saw that his grandfather was writing the famous work "Yu Lou Chun" by Song Qi in the Song Dynasty.

"The east city gradually felt the spring scenery was beautiful, and the wrinkles and ripples were welcoming guests. The morning cold outside the green willow smoke, and the spring was turbulent on the red apricot branches."

Seeing that he had just written four sentences, Luo Ziling asked Luo Liansheng with a smile: "Grandpa, why did he write four sentences?"

"Didn't you just start writing this?" Luo Liansheng said with a smile: "I'm going to give this word to your great-grandfather."

"Oh?!" Luo Ziling was a little surprised.

Luo Liansheng would not have asked to give Ling Jinhua a picture for no reason. After looking at the content written, Luo Ziling was a little surprised.

"Grandpa, then you can continue writing!" Luo Ziling smiled and said, "Many people like this word, very energetic. At first glance, I feel that the spring is full of light and the metaphor is also very good. I have a little joy in life and joy, and I am willing to love my daughter and smile. I guess, after reading it, my grandfather will feel clear."

"Or, you should write the second half!" Luo Liansheng handed the pen in his hand to Luo Ziling, "You suddenly came in to disturb your interest, and you couldn't write the original taste."

Luo Ziling looked at Luo Liansheng, understood what he meant, but did not refuse, and happily took over the pen.

"There are few people who live in the long run and have a happy and happy entertainment. I am willing to love my daughter and smile lightly. I will advise you to set the sun for a long time and leave the evening shine among the flowers." The last half of the poems soon emerged in Luo Ziling's writing.

Both grandfather and grandson have very good calligraphy skills.

Luo Ziling's calligraphy was taught by Luo Liansheng, but it already has the taste of being better than being blue.

Luo Liansheng's calligraphy art is a bit similar to his age, no longer ostentatious, but a bit restrained. Luo Ziling's style is different from Luo Liansheng. His characters are domineering and young and vigorous, and are completely displayed between the characters.

The words are like the person, and this is actually very reasonable.

But today, in order to contrast with grandpa's words, Luo Ziling also wrote a bit conservatively and did not fully reveal his personality.

Therefore, for those who are amateurs in calligraphy, the format of the first and last four sentences of the whole poem is similar, and the difference cannot be distinguished. However, those who have studied calligraphy can suddenly see the difference between the first and last four sentences.

After putting down the pen, Luo Ziling asked Luo Liansheng: "Grandpa, if great-grandpa asked us why there is a difference in front of the characters, how should we answer?"

"Just say, this is what our grandfather and grandson mean."

"Ha, I hope my great-grandfather can understand what we mean," Luo Ziling laughed.

Luo Liansheng also laughed.

Wu Yue, who was standing aside and watching quietly, looked puzzled.

She didn't understand what the grandfather and grandson meant, but she was embarrassed to ask.

After stopping the smile, Luo Ziling said to Luo Liansheng: "Grandpa, Fang Dongxun invites us to have supper one day."

"If they come to invite, then go." Luo Liansheng said, and ordered Luo Ziling, "You write another piece of calligraphy as a gift."

"Okay!" Luo Ziling agreed readily.

Just as Luo Ziling packed up the previous words and was about to write another one, Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun quickly walked in from outside.

Judging from the expressions of the two, Luo Ziling knew that they had an emergency report.

Therefore, he put down his pen and smiled and said to Luo Liansheng: "Grandpa, I'll think about what to write first, and I'll write later."

"Okay, Grandpa will take a shower first and come to see you write later!"

After seeing Luo Liansheng go up, Yang Xiaodong and Wang Zhenjun immediately walked to Luo Ziling and reported an amazing news to him.
Chapter completed!