If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 424 Yes, that's right, I'm just shameless! (please order all!!!)

There is a very retro wall clock in Feng Yuanshan's study.

The whole body of the wall clock is the color of mahogany.

A golden pendulum swings from side to side in the middle.

Makes a clicking sound.

With the presence of this voice, the atmosphere would not become awkward when the two were silent.

at the same time.

Two pointed-eared foxes looked at each other.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, revealing shiny teeth.

"Since Feng Chong can't do it, then Feng Yue. After all, the outside world is more optimistic about him, and judging from his performance, he should also satisfy you the most."

"Feng Yue's adventurous spirit is not bad, but unfortunately, he is not very good here."

Feng Yuanshan raised his finger and pointed lightly at his head.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhou was slightly taken aback.

"Damn it, he has a problem with his brain? I haven't found it!"

"I'm talking about business awareness, which he doesn't have. Hard work is hard work, but the talent is too poor, and it has nothing to do with the brain."

Feng Yuanshan's tone was very light, as if he was talking about someone else's stupid child.

There was no regret in his tone.

As if he didn't pay attention to the son in his mouth at all.

It's precisely because he doesn't pay attention that it doesn't matter whether he is smart or stupid.

In other words, Feng Yuanshan seems to have eliminated Feng Yue from his heart a long time ago.

The voice fell, Jiang Zhou's hands slowly left the table, and his back was leaning on the chair.

He felt that he had not guessed Feng Yuanshan's purpose until now.

This old guy seems to be seriously discussing the heir with him?

But has this matter been discussed with him?

of course not!

Not to mention a chaebol family like the Feng family.

Even if an ordinary family were to split up, they would definitely not consult with outsiders who had nothing to do with the matter.

But Jiang Zhou was sure of one thing.

Feng Yuanshan may have long known that he was a double agent between Feng Yue and Feng Chong.

Whether it is Jumei or fake goods.

Whether it is Ruoyi Foundation or a relationship with Feng Siruo.

He seemed to know everything.

"If you don't choose either, who else can you choose? Feng Long' ˇ?"

Feng Yuanshan took a sip of tea: "You don't know my third son. He has no ambitions and only likes to eat, drink and have fun."

Jiang Zhou looked at him calmly: "Master Feng, actually I don't know Feng Yue and Feng Chong."

"Is it?"

"if not?"

Feng Yuanshan flicked the ash: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with Feng Chong giving you financial help. You and Xiao Siruo are half of Feng's family when you are together."

Jiang Zhou raised his hand and interrupted him: "I see, the old man is awesome. Sure enough, he can't hide anything from you."

"Haha, after all, it's my property, I still know where it is."

"Then since your three sons can't satisfy you, why don't you hand over the property to Aunt Feng."

Feng Yuanshan put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Evian is indeed a good girl. If she is a boy, she is indeed suitable to be my heir."

Jiang Zhou pursed his dry lips: "But because she's a girl, whether she's married or not, she's still an outsider in your heart."

"Is not it?"

"I don't know, you'd better say what you think."

Feng Yuanshan coughed a few times, and his lips turned pale: "If I only have these four children, maybe I really have to choose one of them."

Jiang Zhou was silent for a while: "but luckily you have another candidate, right?"

"..."

"You did see it."

"What? I didn't see it, don't blame good people!"

Feng Yuanshan chuckled twice: "Eavesdropping on my Feng's house, you are really bold, like when I was young, I would do anything to make money."

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly: "You know that too? Did the secretary find me at that time?"

"That's not true, it's just that there is a thing called surveillance in this world."

"Grandma's, I was careless, I knew I should have covered my face."

Feng Yuanshan didn't answer, but said to himself: "Feng Chong and Feng Yue should be very puzzled, why do I still have a son, right?"

After thinking for a while, Jiang Zhou shook his head: "No, Feng Yue doesn't know about this until now, and even thinks that he is very likely to take over the Feng family."

"That's why I said that he has no business sense at all, because business itself is a coexistence of traps and opportunities."

"Can the division of property be called business?"

"The relationship between people is a business in itself."

Jiang Zhou touched his chin: "Let's go back to the previous topic, I'm also curious, why do you have another son?"

Feng Yuanshan involuntarily picked up another cigarette: "This is a long story. It almost starts from the first half of my life. Are you interested in hearing it?"

"If you have a story, just listen. I don't have anything else to do anyway."

"Okay, since you're interested, let me tell you a story."

Feng Yuanshan coughed twice, as if trying to empty the phlegm from his throat.

Then get your vocal cords ready to tell a moving story.

Long, long ago, this was the beginning of almost every story standard.

At that time, the country had just won the war, and the whole country was in vain.

But because of years of war, there is famine in almost every corner.

The streets are full of begging children, all in ragged clothes.

In that era, there were many examples of people being killed for stealing food.

When Feng Yuanshan thinks back now, he will feel a chill and goosebumps all over his body.

But these days did not last long, and the country was established.

Although food and clothing are still a problem, there are significantly fewer dead people.

It was at that time that the young Feng Yuanshan was sent by his parents to be an apprentice in a rolling mill.

In those days, it was difficult to get into a rolling mill.

Because being able to get in there is equivalent to stepping half a foot into the working class.

In the future, if you can eat the country's rice, your rice bowl will still be iron.

Feng Yuanshan, a young man who entered the rolling mill, can endure hardship very well.

Smart and flexible, but also very obedient.

The master liked him as an apprentice very much, and taught him the craft almost without reservation.

Master Feng Yuanshan's surname is Jiao.

When I'm not alive, I like to sit on an old rattan chair and chat with Feng Yuanshan.

"¨. Master's old chaise longue is exactly the same as mine."

"I just found someone to imitate it based on the memory in my brain. It can be regarded as a kind of nostalgia for the past."

Feng Yuanshan was telling a story, but suddenly he added a digression.

Then the fingers are lifted slightly and pointed to the window.

The reclining chair he was talking about was the one that made Jiang Zhou feel out of place as soon as he came in.

Jiang Zhou glanced at it, nodded, and then couldn't help but start cursing in his heart.

My dear, it's already early morning.

I stayed up in the middle of the night, listening to your youth memories here?

Apprentice as a teenager.

Why don't you start talking from the moment you were born?

It's okay to talk about Pangu's opening of the world!

Is the mouth paid to rent?

Don't you think it's a loss to talk about it? .