Cheng Yuanzheng's face was wrapped in gauze, his hands and feet were in plaster, tied like a mummy, and he blinked blankly at the photo in front of him.

"This is me?"

Yao Wang flung his red hair and threw the photo on the quilt in front of him. Under his long legs wrapped in leather pants, his leather army boots stepped on the floor with a loud bang.

"That's right. It's just that you are a bereavement dog nowadays. Ji's family is still headed by the old man. Your father and mother committed suicide. These are all your good second uncles did."

He rubbed his chin boringly, took out a pen and scribbled on the white plaster on his leg.

"But you don't have to worry too much. Master Ji can't survive for a few days. Ji Er wants to inherit the family business. It is not enough to remove your stumbling block. There is also Ji Qingyun, the young master."

"That kid's stupidity healed overnight without medicine, and the stupid knows the trickiness."

Yao Wang drew a string of tortoises, admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"It's been more than ten years. This second young master Ji has a lot of pictures. Ji Chang may not be the nephew's opponent. Let's be an old fisherman and wait to watch the snipe and clam fight."

Cheng Yuanzheng lowered his eyes to look at the black tortoise on his legs, and asked urnly.

"Sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. When they fight and lose, I will go back to clean up the mess and take over the Ji family. This is not impossible."

"It's just that, what use is it for me to have a run-down Ji family? Only when I have the Ji family, I will be the master. If you play off, the snipe will defeat the Ji family, or gather it one step in advance, or secretly join forces to divide it up. It’s not good for the Ji family."

Yao Wang laughed loudly.

"As expected to be Young Master Ji, even if he forgets his past, the desire for power in his bones is still overwhelming."

Cheng Yuanzheng frowned slightly, his mouth tightly closed and said nothing.

Yao Wang looked at him interestingly.

"So what good idea does Master Ji have?"

Cheng Yuanzheng looked back calmly.

"I know you have a purpose in saving me. Whether it is me or the Ji family behind me, this is my bargaining chip."

"Since there is talk, don't go around. Help me get the Ji family. I want to go back. The Ji family belongs to me."

Yao Wang laughed again and tapped the pen in his right hand lightly on the palm of his left hand.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Young Master Ji should heal his injuries first. I want to talk to us, but you are not qualified."

Yao Wang waved his hand, and a white coat next to him came over and injected Cheng Yuanzheng with a strangely colored potion.

Cheng Yuanzheng's eyes condensed, and he constricted like a needle to the red-haired young man with a playful expression on his face.

"what is this!"

Yao Wang smiled evilly.

"Good things can help you forget the pain, like the baby of bliss."

Reading! Cheng Yuanzheng's pupils contracted and quickly forced himself to relax.

"You are making medicine?"

Yao Wang looked at him in simple bewilderment and with some simple and vigilant gazes, as if he saw something about Coke, he leaned forward with a smile.

"Young Master Ji is still so keen. That's right, we are making magical medicine, which is worth a thousand dollars! You can experience the taste of it right away, Yuxianyu is dead."

Yao Wang blinked his left eye playfully.

"Enjoy it."

Cheng Yuanzheng was unmoved, with a thoughtful and calm appearance.

"So what you value is the way of the Ji family. You have taken a fancy to the vast market of China, and want me to sell this fairy medicine for you to make money?"

Yao Wang raised his eyebrows and admitted.

"Yes. We work together to make a fortune together. With countless wealth in hand, what is a mere Ji's family?"

"In this world, there is nothing that cannot be bought with money, ha!"