As the old saying goes, at forty there is no confusion, at fifty one knows destiny, at sixty sixty, seventy and seventy, and at eighty and ninety he is as old as an old man!
For Feng Ju, every extra year he lives to this age is earned.
His family knew about his family affairs, and Feng Ju knew even more that although he seemed to be in good spirits, he was also sick.
At the beginning of the year, Feng Ju fell seriously ill and almost failed to recover.
According to the doctor, if you take good care of yourself, you will be fine for another two to three years.
"Two or three years... hehe..."
Feng Ju was lying on a special warm couch, and a young and beautiful maid behind him was gently rubbing his head.
Suddenly, a dry, black hand touched the maid's slender leg,
The maid was very calm, her hands continued to be kneaded by Feng Ju, and An Ran was enjoying Feng Ju's kneading on her legs.
Tuk-tuk-tuk, the door rang.
Feng Ju nodded imperceptibly, and the maid understood and shouted softly,
"Please come in."
Click, the door opens.
Feng Zhenhong strode in and stood next to Ruantan. He immediately noticed the hand on the maid's leg and frowned slightly.
"Dad, the doctor said that you should not be emotional."
"If I don't get emotional, can I live a long life?" Feng Ju's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "I just touched a woman's leg, and you come to take care of me? I'm not dead yet, and you want to
I’m in charge???”
"Dad, you know, that's not what I meant." A trace of hidden disgust suddenly flashed deep in Feng Zhenhong's eyes.
"Don't think that I have become Lao Hutu," Feng Ju raised his hand, and the maid obediently helped him up from the slump, and pulled out a pillow for him to lean on.
Feng Ju then opened his eyes and looked at his son with burning eyes, "What do you mean by calling the Cheng family?"
"Dad, that's what I think," Feng Zhenhong took a deep breath and said, "It's hard for the Feng family to handle this business alone. The roots of the Cheng family are far away in the capital. I used all the information as a bargaining chip to move to the Cheng family."
50 billion in financial support, and as long as the market is south of the Yangtze River, the Cheng family agreed."
"How dare you conclude that the Cheng family will not swallow up everything south of the Yangtze River after getting the information?" the Feng family asked in a calm tone.
"I can't say for sure," Feng Zhenhong said expressionlessly.
"But I know that even the Cheng family would definitely not dare to have such a big ambition to eat up the entire Dragon Kingdom market, otherwise he would die. What's more, they have no foundation in the southern region. If they dare to take advantage of
If they reach over, we may not be afraid of them."
"Is there any other reason?" Feng Ju was still not satisfied with Feng Zhenhong's reasons and continued to ask slowly.
"There are two more points," Feng Zhenhong nodded and continued,
"First, the Jiang family of Zhonghai is currently enemies of the Feng family. If the Feng family plans this business on its own, it will definitely be obstructed by the Feng family. With the support of the Cheng family, the Jiang family will not dare to act rashly.
"
"Secondly, the interests involved in this business are too great. If the Feng family does it by ourselves, I am afraid that we will become the public enemy of all the major forces and families in the entire Dragon Kingdom. The Cheng family will take the biggest profits and involve the entire north.
Only then can I, the Feng family, sit back and relax!"
Feng Ju finally fell silent after hearing this. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke,
"Sounds good..."
"Thank you for the compliment, dad!" Feng Zhenhong bowed to Feng Ju calmly and thanked him.
"You don't have to be like this," Feng Ju grinned and let out an unpleasant and arrogant laugh, "We are father and son, so don't be so outspoken."
"Yes, Dad." After hearing this, Feng Zhenhong immediately stood up straight and looked quietly at his father who was lying there and looked decrepit.
"What's the reaction from the Cheng family?" Feng Ju asked again.
"The Cheng family is very interested in this business and has decided to leave the Cheng family's daughter in Zhonghai to discuss related cooperation matters with us."
"The Cheng family is not stupid," Feng Ju said with a slight frown, "The Cheng family should not have thought of the pros and cons in this matter, as well as your thoughts. You thought you took advantage and plotted against the Cheng family, but the Cheng family
Now that you are involved, this matter is not as simple as you think."
"Dad, what do you mean...?" Feng Zhenhong also frowned slightly.
"Be careful of the Cheng family, and be careful of the daughter of the Cheng family. Keep it secret. Before you get the 50 billion, you must not make any mistakes."
"Yes, Dad, I understand." Feng Zhenhong bowed his head respectfully.
"Okay, I'm tired. You can go down. Don't come in and disturb me again before the main banquet begins." Feng Ju waved his hand, and Feng Zhenhong bowed and left without any hesitation.
Before leaving, Feng Zhenhong saw Feng Ju's maid put Feng Ju down again and lay flat on the soft bed. When the maid put her arms around Feng Ju's waist and put him down, Feng Ju also inserted his hand into a certain place.
Some of the clothes were opened due to movement.
People never grow old...
You old immortal...
Feng Zhenhong looked respectful, closed the door gently, and left under the attention of four security guards outside.
However, within a few minutes, the knock on the door rang again.
At this time, Feng Ju was drowsy under the maid's kneading. He was disturbed by a knock on the door, and a look of displeasure suddenly appeared on his face.
"Ask... who it is." Feng Ju said unhappily.
The maid hurriedly got up and walked to the door, opened it a crack, chatted lightly with the person outside the door, then returned to Feng Ju and said softly,
"Old Master, these are your two grandsons, Feng Yang and Feng Yuan."
"It's them..." Feng Ju opened his eyes slightly, "Let them come in."
"Yes." After receiving the order, the maid shouted out the door,
"come in."
After a while,
Card, door ringing.
Feng Yang and Feng Yuan walked in one after another, with smiles on their faces.
…
The private cinema on the cruise ship looks like a regular cinema several times smaller.
The difference is that the decoration of this private theater is much more luxurious than that of a movie theater.
The floor was covered with soft carpets, and there were many precious paintings hanging on the walls. Ye Nan went over to check them out. They were not prints bought online. Each of them was a real painting.
All in all, this cruise ship is full of luxury, making people on it feel that their class has become much higher.
Under the influence of this environment, even the choice of films has been affected.
Ye Nan and others finally chose an old movie that was very suitable for the occasion, called "The Pianist on the Sea".
Just when everyone saw the young man named 1900 in the film performing selflessly without any teacher,
A burst of harsh ringtones rang out of thin air, completely suppressing the beautiful piano sound of 1900. Then, the lights in the private theater came on,
For a time, the lights were bright and the alarm bells were ringing,
An unpleasant feeling suddenly appeared in Ye Nan's heart,
Immediately afterwards, the door of the private theater was pushed open by a waiter with a bang.
The waiter had a look of horror on his face and said to Ye Nan,
"Dear distinguished guests, a killer has appeared on the ship and Mr. Feng has been assassinated. In order to ensure the safety of all distinguished guests, please stay where you are and wait patiently for the results!"