The younger brother of the second - generation rich.

Not long after Qi Qingci entered Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Zhao Jiadi and Maque also walked into a second - or third - tier university in Shanghai and Fudan University, the top institution in Shanghai respectively at around the same time. When chatting with Song Yanv on the train earlier, the college entrance examination scores were also mentioned. Zhao Jiadi's mediocre score of 570 points seemed extremely shabby compared to Qi Qingci's 651 points and Maque's 669 points among science students. Even Song Yanv, who only devoted half of her attention to study, had an outstanding score of 609 points in liberal arts. So at that time, Qi Qingci was very understanding and skipped over this topic without delving deeper, for fear of hurting Zhao Jiadi's actually tough nerves. At that time, Maque wanted to explain something, but was forced to swallow it back by Zhao Jiadi's glare. Finally, these two girls only vaguely knew that Zhao Jiadi was a second - tier college candidate with poor English that held him back a bit.

When he arrived at that local inferior university which could only be considered mid - level in Shanghai, with a financial and economic nature, it was unsurprisingly mediocre. Zhao Jiadi didn't have any aversion to this. After all, no matter how lousy or low - grade his alma mater was, at most he would just make self - deprecating remarks himself, and it was never the turn of outsiders to ridicule it. Among acquaintances, he was notoriously unreasonable when it came to protecting those close to him.

After stepping into the school gate, he sent a courtesy text message to the chauffeur of the big - name figure. This was a matter of family education. Zhao Jiadi, who had the clearest sense of distance, had always been very polite to strangers. The reason why he didn't plan to have any interaction with that big - name figure was that there were rumors that she was the chief mistress of the unscrupulous uncle Zhao Sanjin. Whether it was true or not, Zhao Jiadi had no interest in it. Moreover, his grandmother, who loved him the most, had been chanting all her life that prostitutes are heartless and actors are unrighteous. The old lady's greatest pleasure was to earnestly persuade the post - 90s boys and girls in the village not to be star - chasers, because it was a disgrace to their ancestors. So the old lady had become the recognized old witch among the post - 90s in Zhao Family Village.

Zhaojia Village may sound dilapidated and shabby, but that's not the case. It is one of the top - tier modern villages in Caofeidian and even in Tangshan. In terms of land size and population, it is already equivalent to a township. So Zhao Jiadi had accessed a large number of pornographic films on the computer at a very early age.

After completing the not - so - complicated enrollment procedures, the senior sisters in charge of the relevant work were also rather unremarkable. The dormitory building of Zhao Jiadi was about a ten - minute walk from the teaching building. Along the way, he didn't see any pure - looking pretty girls or mature women that would catch his eye. He guessed that all his good mood had been completely used up on Qi Qingci and Song Yanv during the journey. Zhao Jiadi lamented sadly, "Sure enough, this is a scientifically rigorous world, strictly abiding by the law of conservation of energy everywhere."

Zhao Jiadi is a tough guy with a survival ability comparable to the Nokia mobile phone in his hand. On the one hand, he has inherited the fine tradition of the Zhao family. The old lady always said that Sanjin, that is, Zhao Jiadi's great - grandfather, was a famous bandit in Shandong in the greenwood. He robbed two wives. One was a princess of the Manchu Plain - bordered Yellow Banner in the Qing Dynasty, and the other was a beautiful daughter of a wealthy family in Suzhou. So the descendants have outstanding genes. Zhao Jiadi has always been seriously skeptical about this.

On the other hand, it is of course attributed to Zhao Sanjin, who never had the demeanor of a father in front of Zhao Jiadi. This guy, who is lazy and muddle - headed except for making money and buying gold bars, threw Zhao Jiadi out of Caofeidian at a very early age. He probably left his eight - or nine - year - old son in a school in a remote area of Tangshan and started a boarding life until high school. He had been beaten, scolded, and looked down upon by outsiders. Zhao Jiadi also fought back, kicked, and even chopped with a knife. Later, with the addition of die - hard followers like Maque and Baozi, he was no longer alone in the fight. He won more and lost less in group fights. In this way, Zhao Jiadi grew up healthily with a bellyful of resentment.

The only advantage is that at least Zhao Jiadi hasn't developed the air of a playboy like his younger brother Zhao Yange. That little bastard is known as the number - one public hazard in Zhaojia Village. When he grows up, he will definitely be a brute who acts tyrannically and bullies men and molests women. When he just started kindergarten, that little brat began to plan to include the beautiful kindergarten teacher and the little girls in his class into his harem. Every day when he went to school, he didn't forget to showily pick several Chinese rose flowers from the yards of other people's communities. Wearing a small suit and with a hairstyle that was popular in Shanghai in the 1930s, he seriously presented them to the teachers who were both amused and exasperated. For this half - brother who is a scoundrel, Zhao Jiadi's only comment is to beat him to death at home as early as possible and not let him out to harm good people.

Speak of the devil. When Zhao Jiadi arrived downstairs in the dormitory, he received a call from his rascal younger brother. Zhao Jiadi was too lazy to answer it, but the ringtone lingered on until he reached the door of the dormitory on the third floor. Only then did Zhao Jiadi answer the call irritably. The tactless guy on the other end of the line was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood and said, "Brother, I've just found a potential sister - in - law for you through a buddy in Tangshan No.1 Middle School. She's absolutely beautiful, with a 36D bust and a big butt. She'll surely pass the test with Dad. Her family background is also good. Grandma is always nagging about being well - matched in social and economic status, so there'll definitely be no problem this time. Brother, should I pack her up and send her to Shanghai? By the way, brother, what the hell kind of university are you attending? I can't even find the address online."

"Finished?" Zhao Jiadi asked calmly.

"Ah? Brother, you're not interested in this girl? Okay, don't worry, brother. I'll keep an eye on her for you and make sure she stays pure for you. Any guy who dares to touch her without knowing what's good for him, I'll break three of his legs."

The scoundrel on the other end of the line had no sense of propriety at all and continued to chatter excitedly, "Then let's change the topic. Brother, I've already unified several strongholds around Zhaojia Village. Now the hooligans there have to make a detour when they see our own people from Zhaojia Village. Because I spread the word that you, brother, got several powerful weapons from Baigou in Hebei Province, and bullets were moved home box by box. As a result, those guys who are usually extremely arrogant all cowered. Brother, is this what Sun Tzu or Laozi said about subduing the enemy without fighting? We're really fucking cultured, we understand this! Shit, then why do I always fail in Chinese? There's no justice. Sooner or later, I'm going to get the daughter of Old Xu from the teaching affairs office, who teaches us Chinese. Why isn't brother talking? Uh, then I'll change the topic again. Brother, I can't get through God of War 3 at all without your guidance. I want Kratos to fuck that big bitch Hera to death..."

Zhao Jiadi simply put the mobile phone in his pocket without hanging up, allowing that follower to pour out his grievances to his heart's content. The Zhao family may not be huge, but it is rather complicated, and various relationships are extremely delicate. Although Zhao Jiadi has never seemed to be in the core position of the Zhao family, after all, he bears the title of the eldest son of Zhao Sanjin. On the surface, in terms of academic achievements and luster, he certainly can't compare with the eldest miss of the Zhao family who is living a comfortable life in Imperial College London. In terms of favor, in the eyes of outsiders, it is naturally the young master, that is, this brat who is harassing Zhao Jiadi so much that wins by a large margin. However, the old lady of the Zhao family is a very influential figure. As long as she hasn't been laid in the coffin for a day, none of the many restless collateral branches of the Zhao family and the bloodsuckers attached to the big tree of the Zhao family would dare to openly show disrespect to Zhao Jiadi. Moreover, only Zhao Jiadi, when enraged, in the Zhao family, dares to jump up and down and curse Zhao Sanjin as a scoundrel. This is a terrifying act that even Zhao Yange would never do.

There was only one person in the dormitory. It seemed that Zhao Jiadi was the second to arrive. The guy was busy cleaning the dormitory. His bed and desk were all neat and spotless, almost like he had a cleanliness fetish. Zhao Jiadi had a headache. It seemed that the good old days of accumulating a washbasin full of dirty socks were gone forever. The guy looked similar to Zhao Jiadi, ordinary, far from being a handsome guy or a hunk, but he also didn't offend others' sight. He was just a bit shorter than Zhao Jiadi, relatively fair - skinned, wearing a pair of semi - rimless glasses, a typical southerner. When he saw Zhao Jiadi, he stopped working and said enthusiastically, "I'm Li Feng. I'm from Shanghai. And you are?"

"Zhao Jiadi, from Tangshan, Hebei Province." Zhao Jiadi smiled. Originally, he had heard that Shanghainese people liked to regard outsiders as country bumpkins, but it seemed that this was not always the case. At least the enthusiasm of this roommate Li Feng didn't seem to be for public relations purposes. Zhao Jiadi still had this kind of judgment. After all, since high school, he had worked at the grassroots level in a subsidiary of the Zhao enterprise during every holiday, having contacted a part of the social level. Coupled with the influence of his family environment and his wild and carefree days throughout middle school, it was hard to say whether his understanding of human nature was mature or not, but at least it wasn't naive.

"Very interesting name. Great. We'll be bunk - mates from now on." Li Feng said cheerfully. "Then you put your luggage away. I'll clean the bathroom first. It'll be almost done. When I first got here, it was almost like a pigsty. The senior students from the previous year are really so unqualified."

Zhao Jiadi didn't have much luggage. Besides the straw mat and quilt he got at school, all his worldly possessions consisted of only an outdated mobile phone stuffed in his pocket, and a cheap suitcase containing three sets of clothes, two pairs of canvas shoes and a pair of flip - flops. The majority of the contents in the suitcase were seven or eight German books that had been read to tatters. They were bulky and quite heavy. The only valuable item was an IBM laptop. It was of the same kind as that tenacious mobile phone that could still be fine after being fished out of a latrine and dried in the sun. His old - fashioned IBM computer was not fancy, but it was solid. Some of its professional functions still worked smoothly even now. This was another extreme compared with his younger brother who was an Apple enthusiast.

"Li Feng, is there a supermarket near the dormitory building?" Zhao Jiadi planned to go downstairs to buy some pots, pans, bowls, and also just find some cheap underwear to make do with.

"Yes. Go downstairs, turn right and walk straight. There's a mini commercial street over there. They sell everything, but they're really a rip - off. They overcharge more than anyone else. It's better to bring your own stuff." Li Feng poked his head out of the bathroom, looking angry. It seemed that he was still blaming himself for the mistake of having to go to the unscrupulous supermarket and getting ripped off just because he forgot to bring toothpaste. Apparently, he had already automatically regarded Zhao Jiadi, who was going to sleep on the upper bunk, as an ally. "I'll accompany you downstairs anyway to help you bargain and avoid being a sucker."

"If you're done, I might just wander around a bit." Zhao Jiadi said with a smile. He has always been instinctively wary of those who become familiar with others quickly. Of course, this Li Feng is really a nice guy. However, he just can't stand bargaining with people over a few cents or a few dollars until his face turns red. He has always been the type of person who is used to being taken advantage of by shrewd people a little bit. As long as he has an idea in mind, it doesn't matter if he's cheated out of a little money. The most important thing is not to be kept in the dark. In business, taking one small step back and several big steps forward is a very common and basic tactic. As for the specific handling, Zhao Jiadi has been watching coldly all the time and has also been constantly pondering and studying.

Li Feng then resumed tidying up the new battlefield where he would spend the next four years. After Zhao Jiadi put away a few things, he went downstairs to look for a supermarket. When he walked out of the dormitory building, he took out his phone and found that Zhao Yange was still rambling on to himself. However, this standard - born - with - a - silver - spoon - in - his - mouth second - generation heir, who was only in the second year of junior high school, had already moved on to talking about his life blueprint, which was nothing more than some grandiose plans of fighting side by side with his Brother Baliang to conquer a huge "jianghu" (underworld). Finally, Zhao Jiadi couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Little brat, if your mother finds out that you're cozying up to me on the phone, don't expect to get any pocket money this month. That's it. Give your mouth a rest, go have a cup of tea, and then play your God of War game obediently, or chat on the phone with your brainless girlfriends. Didn't you always brag that they were begging you to take their virginity? I don't have time to talk about ideals with you."

Originally, Zhao Yange's nickname was "Pigeon", and Zhao Jiadi called him "Little Chick", which was also vivid.

The little brat paused for a long time. Presumably, he was really tired from talking. He had no more saliva to use. Finally, he asked softly with infinite childish sadness, "Brother, it's much hotter in Shanghai than in Tangshan. I heard that there's no air - conditioner in university dormitories. How about I secretly mail one to you?"

Zhao Jiadi let out a sigh. In fact, he had watched Zhao Yange grow up little by little. But a cold - hearted fact was that from the very first day Zhao Yange was born, that clever yet ambitious woman had naturally regarded him as a serious threat. And Zhao Jiadi had considered her an enemy since the first time she stepped into the Zhao family as the mistress. Over the past ten - plus years, they had come this way with mutual dislike. So Zhao Yange, who was hardly sophisticated, became the victim caught in the middle. Up to now, Zhao Jiadi was still neither warm nor cold towards him. He was far less close to him than to his crazy sister. This was the so - called "implicating the family". However, the heartless young dandy Zhao seemed not to care all the time. He had always stuck to Zhao Jiadi, attending to his every need, which made his mother very angry. For this reason, the little spendthrift had been scolded a lot.

Zhao Jiadi said softly, "Stop making trouble and go do what you should do. I don't care how much trouble you cause outside, but be filial to Zhao Sanjin and grandma when you're at home. Grandma may nag a lot, but don't get annoyed. Listen patiently every time she complains. It's all for your own good. It doesn't matter if you let down outsiders. No one expects you to be a saint. But if you dare to betray the Zhao family, I'll beat you up every time I see you. Do you hear me?"

The little brat gave an "um" and said in an unusually docile manner, "Brother, I'll listen to you. Then I'm going to download a few classic hentai manga first, and later I'll send them to your email via QQ. Make sure to receive them."

Zhao Jiadi hung up the phone, feeling helpless.