Crafty Tactics 842

In another residence, Chu Muzhou set down his teacup and glanced at Zhou Qiang sitting beside him, then asked in a drawling voice, "So, are you planning to enter the fray yourself?"

Zhou Qiang sighed and replied with a hint of strategy, "I have no choice, the younger generation is incompetent. If I don't stake this old bag of bones, those unworthy children will have no future."

"Not having a future is just that, not having a future; in thirty to fifty years, at least there will still be wealth and honor to rely on. If a worthy and capable person appears among the descendants later, it isn't impossible to rise high in the court again," Chu Muzhou continued to advise at his usual unhurried pace.

"Alas... my sons are unfilial, unfilial indeed..." Zhou Qiang became agitated again, irritated by the trouble his two sons had caused: "That's why... I've come to you, Sir, for help."