After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Chen Pingan turned his head to glance at his uncle who was still immersed in venting his anger, then turned back to look at Chen Xiaolong and asked, "I have earned more than 20 billion for the Chen family, including the principal, a total of more than 30 billion. Tell me where you used it?

Don't tell me you're expanding the manor; that doesn't even require so much money!"

Chen Xiaolong shook his head. "I don't know! I only knew that you made over 20 billion, and I was thinking of borrowing some money so that you could help me make more money. I had no idea that the money had already been taken out."

Chen Ping'an turned sideways to face his fifth uncle Chen Shaoliang and gave him a questioning look.

Chen Shaoliang smiled and pointed into the distance, "Again, I know nothing. If you want to know, ask the Patriarch!"

Homeowner?

He was just 'your third uncle', but now he's become 'head of the family'?

Chen Pingan pondered for a moment and asked, "Fifth Uncle, you said yesterday that only a platoon of troops could pose a threat to this place. Are you talking about three squads or a reinforced platoon?

Is it about fifty people?"

Chen Shaoliang blurted out: "Of course it's a reinforced platoon of fifty people. This place is not what it looks like."

Chen Pingan immediately changed the topic and asked, "Is the old man also involved in Third Uncle's affairs?"

Chen Shaoliang immediately took a small step back and said, "I haven't been back for many years. I don't know anything about what happened in the country."

Chen Pingan himself didn't realize that his aura had changed since he started asking questions.

He was no longer a teenager who looked a little listless, but a big man who gave orders.

His aura is no less than that of Butler Zhao who is beside the old man.

After sneering, Chen Pingan looked at Chen Xiaolong, who was a little timid at the moment, and said, "You know a lot of things, but you never tell me.

I treated you as a brother in vain. I never thought that you would be involved in deceiving our family.

Huihui is so cute, how could a sister-con like you hold back from saying it? "

Chen Xiaolong immediately became unhappy when he heard this. What young man doesn’t have a temper?

At that moment, his face turned a little ferocious and he roared, "Stop talking nonsense! Apart from this matter about my dad, I don't know anything else!"

"So you know about ALS, but you are not very clear about what happened afterwards. You have no idea what the 30 billion is used for?" Chen Pingan pressed on.

Chen Xiaolong shook his head, "I really don't know!"

"I believe you!" A smile appeared on Chen Ping'an's face.

"Let's go and say hello to Uncle San. Also, I really need to practice the Mucang technique. Who knows, it might come in handy someday. It's always good to have more skills!"

He turned and walked towards his uncle.

Chen Xiaolong stared at his back suspiciously and asked in a low voice, "Fifth Uncle, why did he suddenly stop asking?"

Chen Shaoliang sighed, patted his shoulder and said, "You, I really protected you too well.

From tomorrow on, you have to be self-reliant. I will tell your dad.

Without training, even if you have gained a good perspective, I am still worried that you will not be able to support the Chen family."

Chen Shaoliang followed him and walked towards Chen Shaojie who was loading bullets.

There were more than a dozen long wooden bins and seven or eight short wooden bins on a long table under the shed. When they approached, Chen Shaojie heard the sound and turned to look over.

"Hello third uncle!"

Chen Ping'an was a polite child and greeted him immediately.

Chen Shaojie turned off the safety, walked over, put down the wooden can, took off his headphones, and patted Chen Pingan on the shoulder.

Before he could finish his words, Chen Pingan smelled a very special pungent smell.

"This is the smell of gunpowder from the wooden magazine ammunition." He thought to himself.

“Hahahaha, Ping An, if you have anything depressing in your heart, you will feel much better if you come to open a few wooden warehouses.

Just treat all unhappy things as bullets and shoot them away.

Whenever I’m in a bad mood, I’ll come over and play for a while, and then I’ll immediately feel better and more energetic…”