Zhao Yongbin waved a hand, putting a stop to his children's attacks and accusations.
Although he did not want the three little brats banding together against him, he wanted even less to see them wasting their strength on meaningless infighting until the family finally fell apart.
The family business he had worked so hard to build had to be passed on, after all.
He had groomed his daughter to take over the group's legitimate businesses to maintain a respectable facade. Countless cautionary examples had shown that following the criminal path to the bitter end led only to ruin. Going legitimate was the inevitable choice if they wanted to survive in the long run!
He had his younger son take over the businesses that could not bear the light of day to preserve what lay beneath that facade. Under special circumstances, they still needed "unconventional" means to accomplish things conventional methods could not.
Sending his elder son away to establish himself in another province was a precaution, leaving the Zhao Family an escape route.
Of his three children, neither Xuanwu nor Xuanwen could match his daughter Zhao Qiushui's long-term vision.
Xuanwu lacked boldness. He was good enough at preserving what they had, but not at breaking new ground.
Xuanwen was far too reckless, and he had grown accustomed to solving problems through violence. If that continued, sooner or later something would go wrong.
Only Qiu Shui possessed both ability and wisdom, both resourcefulness and a sense of restraint. That was the fundamental reason he had chosen her as his successor.
"Qiu Shui, what do you think we should do?"
That single question from Zhao Yongbin made his position clear.
He did not believe Zhao Qiushui was "Some Jiang," or that "Some Jiang" had acted on her instructions.
"Finding 'Some Jiang' is