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

Chapter 422 Damn, the Feng family is simply a fox's den! (please order all!!)

Feng Yue didn't know what Jiang Zhou was thinking at all.

His heart has been disturbed by the three words heir.

As for other things, it doesn't matter to him at all right now.

Or rather...

Those things can be dealt with after he gets the right of inheritance.

After a long while, the black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove into Qingqian Villa.

Then drive along the main road, and gradually reach the gray villa in the center of the park.

This villa is very low-key, especially at night, it is not conspicuous at all.

But if you look closer, you can feel the solemn atmosphere in the design.

After the car stopped, Jiang Zhou pushed the door and got out of the car.

Feng Yue had already stepped forward to the door, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The lights in this villa are dim.

This is probably the habit of the elderly.

Too bright and too loud are not pleasant.

Jiang Zhou walked in behind Feng Yue.

Then climbed the huge staircase in the middle of the villa and came to the second floor of the gray building.

There are 21 other rooms on this floor, just a huge brown wooden door.

Two men in black suits stood guard at the door.

All of them were expressionless and looked very serious.

bang bang bang-

Feng Yue got closer and knocked on the wooden door.

"Dad, Jiang Zhou is here."

Before long, the heavy wooden door was pulled open.

In front of a huge French window, a thin figure was lying on an old chaise longue.

Jiang Zhou glanced inside and determined that this should be a study.

Only the crystal chandelier at the top was not turned on, only a dim lamp on the desk was turned on.

In addition, the decoration of this room is luxurious.

There is also a deer antler inlaid in the middle of the bookshelf opposite.

This thing is true and false, but it is self-evident that it is true or false when it appears in Mr. Feng's study.

It's just strange that the worn reclining chair has nothing to do with the whole decoration, or even a little out of place.

It's like a reclining chair used by the watermelon owner on the street.

"Brother Jiang, go in, I'll be waiting outside."

Jiang Zhou was a little surprised: "President Feng won't be with me?"

Feng Yue shook his head and said in a low voice, "I can't go in without my father saying he wants to see me. This is the rule."

"Damn, your family has a lot of shit. You must have never ridden your father like a horse when you were young?"

"Brother Jiang, you can't talk nonsense!"

Feng Yue was startled and almost reached out to cover his mouth.

"Alright, alright, I have my measure."

Jiang Zhou waved his hand and walked into the study.

At that time, all the servants in the room pushed out and helped him close the door.

There were only Jiang Zhou and an old man in the entire space.

"..."

Jiang Zhou stood silent for a while on the imported handmade rug, and found that the other party didn't speak.

So I didn't worry, I walked to the bookshelf.

He looked along the books on the shelf and found that they were all old books.

The thread version of Sun Tzu's Art of War, the thread version of Zizhi Tongjian...

In addition, there are some foreign literary masterpieces.

Not much is really about business.

Just as Jiang Zhou watched intently.

Behind him, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you looking for?"

"I'll look for an illustrated version of Jin Ping Mei."

The voice fell, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn.

Only then did Jiang Zhou realize that it was Feng Yuanshan who spoke just now.

squeak-

At this moment, the overwhelmed sound came from the dilapidated reclining chair.

When Jiang Zhou turned his head again, Feng Yuanshan had already stood up and was looking at him.

When all his face was presented in front of Jiang Zhou's eyes, his heart suddenly became tense.

This old man...

It's very similar to the man I saw in the banquet hall last night.

The facial features are also very narrow, and the corners of the mouth have been glancing down.

The outline is very loyal, but the eyes are as deep as the sea.

"I don't read that kind of book."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "I don't know what Mr. Feng asked me to do?"

Feng Yuanshan coughed twice and chuckled: "I was reading your book recently and found it very interesting. I heard that you and Feng Yue are friends, so I want to chat with you."

"That book was just nonsense."

"I don't think so."

Jiang Zhou sat in front of him and watched him take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Then he pulled it out with his dry fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Do you want one?"

"No, I won't."

Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth and waved his hand to refuse.

Feng Yuanshan glanced at his yellowed middle finger, didn't say anything, and set fire to himself.

"You said in your book that all business in the future will depend on the Internet and form a brand-new business system. You also cited online education, online auctions, online house inspections, and examples of metaverse and virtual idols. ."

"I find it interesting, but I don't agree with you."

"I wanted to find examples to disprove you, to disprove your point of view, only to find that I couldn't find it at all."

Feng Yuanshan glanced at Jiang Zhou: "I am seventy-eight years old this year, and you are the first person to make me feel frustrated."

Jiang Zhou touched his nose, his eyes a little puzzled.

What's this old man's way?

When I came up, I caught my book and praised it, and I was so dumbfounded.

Could it be that he really wanted to see himself because he admired himself?

chasing stars?

Ah, got it.

I heard that Lao Ao even urged Da Liu to change.

"Actually, those are all nonsense. It's because they don't understand it, so they're bluffing."

Feng Yuanshan chuckled: "Really? I thought you had really seen that magnificent future."

Jiang 387 Zhou's smile froze, and his heart suddenly trembled: "How... how is it possible."

"As people get older, sometimes they have more whimsy."

"Master Feng, you came to me just to talk about books?"

Feng Yuanshan shook his head: "Your book made me realize that you are a very thoughtful person, so I also have some ideas to chat with you."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "I don't know what you want to talk about?"

"I want to ask you, who do you think is the most suitable to be my heir?"

"..."

Jiang Zhou's heart moved, and there was a hint of temptation in his eyes: "I think... Feng Chong."

Feng Yuanshan raised the corner of his mouth: "Feng Chong is really good, he is a down-to-earth person, and he works flawlessly, so he is very suitable to take over for me, but he still lacks the adventurous spirit of a businessman. Feng's industry may not go bad in his hands, but it must be It couldn't be better."

"..."

Damn, seventy-eight-year-old fox!

Your Feng family is simply a fox's den!

Although Jiang Zhou's face was calm, there were turbulent waves in his heart.

I am a guest invited by Feng Yue.

According to normal logic, I should say that Feng Yue is suitable to inherit the Feng family.

But he deliberately said Feng Chong, the old man was not surprised at all.

Could it be that he already knew about his affair with Feng Chong?

Nonsence!

Not cowardly, embarrassed!

[ps: I added more! ! ! ].