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    Rong Dingkun snorted heavily: "You are not satisfied now, but you will be grateful to me in the future. You are still young and don't know what you want. If I didn't restrain you like this, you don't know how much precious time you would waste.  In pursuit of your unreliable dream!"

    "Dad." Rong Jiashang looked at his father firmly, "Pilot is a respected profession."

    "What's so respectful about flying a plane?" Rong Dingkun said angrily, "Those who drive on the ground are called drivers. Have you ever respected Liu San who drove you?"

    Rong Jiashang was so angry that he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Dad, you are too stubborn and your thinking is too old-fashioned."

    Rong Dingkun walked to the cupboard, pulled out the stopper of the crystal wine bottle, and slowly poured the golden liquid into the wine glass.

    "Nanchang has been captured by the army of the Northern Expedition, and Sun Chuanfang's situation is over. Now that the war has started, the situation has almost been settled. Young people are always prone to get excited and impulsively want to make contributions on the battlefield. If you have this idea,  I can understand it. But now there are many factions in the army, fighting for fame and wealth, and they are no different from the rivers and lakes. Our family does not have a deep foundation in the army. If you take risks in a moment of passion, what if?  what should I do?"

    "I don't want to be a speculator." Rong Jiashang explained to his father calmly, "I like military life and being a soldier. This is my ambition!"

    Rong Dingkun drank the wine in one gulp and sighed deeply from the bottom of his heart: "If your second brother is still alive and you can give him the burdens you don't want to carry, then I don't care if you want to fly a plane or carry a cannon. Now the family only has  YouJiashang, you are the eldest son, your younger brothers and sisters are still so young. You have to help me carry this family business!"

    Rong Jiashang was silent, standing with his eyes lowered, without responding.

    Rong Dingkun knew that his son was disappointed, but as the eldest son of the family, this was a necessary sacrifice, and there was nothing he could do about it.

    He poured a glass of wine, handed it to Rong Jiashang, and pressed his hand on the young man's already broad and solid shoulder.

    "When your father and I were your age, I was just a small businessman. I worked all day long to earn a few dollars. Later, if it hadn't been for that lottery ticket that made the first pot of gold, I wouldn't have been able to earn it all these years.  How can the Rong family be as prosperous as it is today despite all the suffering?"

    "Do you want to join the army? Do you want to carry guns and cannons? When your father and I took you, Uncle Zhao, and the others on a business trip, we also had shuttle guns in our arms and our heads on our belts. How many times did we encounter robbers and we had to carry them?  Life is here to protect the goods. Later, the family business gradually grew, and I had to defend the territory, manage land and water, and guard against enemies The gun never left my body, and I kept it under my pillow when I slept. "

    "Your father and I have really had enough guns in my life. I never thought that after giving birth to a son, I could be a young master in peace, study and write, but I still want to get a gun."

    Rong Jiashang's expression was solemn, like the leaden hazy sky outside the window: "Dad, when I retire, I can come back and inherit the family business. Anyway, you are in your prime now, so you can give me a few years to let me fight hard.  "

    Rong Dingkun looked at his son's energetic face and clear eyes, and felt that he was made more and more old and tired by his eldest son.

    "You seem to particularly listen to that Feng Shizhen." He suddenly said, "She has always encouraged you to leave your family business and join the army?"

    Rong Jiashang immediately said: "It's nothing. Dad, I have had this plan for a long time."

    "You're already engaged, so it's better to end the relationship with her as soon as possible." Rong Dingkun put down his wine glass and sat back at his desk. His deep eyes mixed with indescribable meaning were directed at his unsuspecting son, "Yang Xiucheng had a cup in his hand.  A piece of detailed information about her. Anyway, you are going to take over his job these days, so let¡¯s start with this piece of information."

    Rong Jia suddenly had a bad premonition.

    "Go and have a look. After you finish reading, remember to pick up your third uncle and his family at the train station." Rong Dingkun waved his hand and drove his son out of the office.

    Yang Xiucheng, covered with cold air, got on the train bound for Hangzhou alone.

    His surname is Yang, not Rong. The Rong family will still be descended from Rong Jia in the future.  If he wants to continue working in the Rong family, general manager is the highest position he can achieve.  Before what happened to Yu Zhihui, that was also his dream position.

    But now, he can no longer find the urgency he had before. The excitement he should have had is like a solitary firework exploding in the sky, scattered and disappearing, and the only moment of impulse was evaporated in the blink of an eye.  The wind was blowing cleanly.

    He comes from a poor family, so he relied on relatives¡¯ financial support to finish his studies, and he relied on Rong Dingkun¡¯s promotion to get where he is today.  He doesn't worry about women, that's why he gave up on Yu Zhihui.  But is Yu Zhihui taking revenge on him?

    ???A long time.  After all, the fire killed seven or eight people, and several rituals were performed.  It wasn't until August that it was bulldozed for reconstruction.

    The Rong family moved very quickly, and now the buildings are almost completed.  Facing the street is a neat row of three-story shops with spacious and bright rooms.  In the east corner is a beautiful new apartment building, which is reaching the eighth floor.  A large area from the back to the river is full of small single-family houses.  The entire Wenchunli has been completely renovated and turned into a new-style neighborhood.

    The rain did not interrupt the project, and there were still workers busy on the tripods in the rain.  The tinkling sound of hammering penetrated the haze and hit Rong Jiashang's ears.

    He got out of the car and walked straight to the construction site in the rain, his eyes falling on a blackened tree stump in front of him.

    It is probably the last witness to the fire a year ago.  In the near future, when workers are preparing the land, it will be ripped up by the roots, chopped into firewood, and burned completely.

    Just like Feng Shizhen¡¯s once peaceful and beautiful life.

    This place, which has changed beyond recognition, is that woman¡¯s home?

    She grew up here, her light footsteps echoed in the narrow roads, her footprints were left on the stone pavement, and her figure was illuminated by the street lights.

    Rong Jiashang watched Feng Shizhen walking past him with a smile, rushing to the university in Jinling, and then watched her stagger over in panic, kneeling on the charred earth and crying sadly.

    What kind of heart did she have when she walked into the Rong family?  Does she know the truth behind the scenes?

    Is it because of this that she resolutely pushed herself away?

    "Young Master!" The driver came over with an umbrella, "It's cold outside, why don't you go and sit in the car while I fetch the assistant?"

    "No." Rong Jiashang turned around indifferently, with a frosty face, "Go to the train station. Don't keep Third Uncle waiting."

    The rain fell harder and harder, weaving into a thin bead curtain and beating on the window.

    Feng Shizhen closed the window tightly, turned to look at his mother, and asked in surprise: "Who?"

    "You are Aunt Zhao's nephew." Mrs. Feng looked at her daughter's expression while knitting a sweater. "I am one year older than you and teach in a middle school. I don't mind our family's situation and would like to get to know you."

    "Why did you suddenly think of saying this?" Feng Shizhen couldn't laugh or cry, "Is this what Aunt Zhao meant?"

    "What do you mean suddenly?" Mrs. Feng said angrily, "You will be twenty-four after the New Year, and the eldest brother is not young anymore. Didn't your classmates even have children? If it hadn't been like this in our family, you would have been married long ago.  Now that your brother is back and he is taking care of the family, it¡¯s time to take care of your affairs."

    "Our family debt has not been paid off yet." Feng Shizhen said casually, "Besides, the eldest brother is not married yet."

    "Why am I not married?" Feng Shixun walked into the house half wet.

    Feng Shizhen stood up in a hurry and took a towel to wipe his elder brother's head.

    Feng Shixun¡¯s face was as gloomy as the sky outside the window, and he asked his mother: ¡°Mom, who is it this time?¡±

    "Again?" Feng Shizhen was surprised.

    Mrs. Feng was also not very happy and said: "Last time, you disliked the translator from a foreign company who was slick and dishonest, so this time I asked your Aunt Zhao to find a middle school teacher. Is the head office going to do it now?"

    "And the last time?" Feng Shizhen muttered.

    Feng Shixun snorted and sneered: "How much money can a middle school teacher make? Maybe not as much as a tutor. Aren't you going to have to support a man when you marry?" #####(Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel  .com
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