I am crying and crying. Please collect it and recommend it... Chapter 017: Meeting Mr. Feng for the first time
The next morning, Feng Qianru did receive a call, but the call was not from Peng Yuanzheng, but from Jiao Nianbo.
Jiao Nianbo said that Peng Yuanzheng was leaving, and he was going to treat Peng Yuanzheng to a meal to see him off, and invited Feng Qianru to attend. Feng Qianru was overjoyed, and immediately made an appointment with Jiao Nianbo at the time and place, then told her family, and drove straight to the gate of Jinghua University in her car.
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When Feng Qianru arrived, Peng Yuanzheng was chatting and laughing with Jiao Nianbo and others in front of the green belt on the side of the school gate. Feng Qianru ordered the driver to stop, got off the car and ran over. Without any explanation, she took Peng Yuanzheng's arm and got into the car.
"Sai". She came here on the old man's order. No matter what, she wanted to take Peng Yuanzheng back first.
Peng Yuanzheng half pushed and was dragged into the car by Feng Qianru.
When Jiao Nianbo and others saw Feng Qianru coming in a hurry and dragging Peng Yuanzheng away in a hurry, they couldn't help but stared at the back of the black Hongqi car as it drove away, speechless in surprise.
Could it be that...Feng Qianru and Brother Peng...can't? How is this possible? Jiao Nianbo was startled by this sudden thought.
In the car, Peng Yuanzheng calmed down the turbulence deep in his heart, and said in surprise, "Xuemei Feng, where are you taking me? Let me tell you, I called yesterday to ask for my advice.
According to my mother’s opinion, my mother doesn’t agree to sell it, saying that after all, this is a souvenir left by my father, and she can’t sell it no matter how much money I pay – I think so, and I’m going back now.”
Feng Qianru did not explain or respond directly. She just turned back from the passenger seat and stared deeply at Peng Yuanzheng, and said softly, "It's my grandpa who wants to see you."
"Your grandfather? See me?" Peng Yuanzheng's heart skipped a beat, but he asked.
Feng Qianru did not answer.
The car flew quickly and soon entered the living area of the central government ministries and commissions where Feng Qianru's family was located. The entrance to the living area was guarded by sentries from the Beijing Security Area. Although the security level here was far inferior to that inside the Dahongmen, they were not ordinary people either.
Come in as soon as you say so.
The car Feng Qianru brought was obviously her father Feng Botao's special car, and the car number was registered in the guard room. The car slowed down at the door, and after the sentry raised his hand in salute, the driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed in.
What surprised Peng Yuanzheng was that this was only the first door. The car turned left and right, and slowly drove towards a more quiet place. At this time, the second door appeared again, and there was actually a double guard at the door.
Whistle, a sentry.
Even though it was a familiar vehicle, the guard stopped him and glanced at it as usual. When he was about to let it go, he saw a stranger sitting inside and waved his hand again.
Feng Qianru jumped out of the car, whispered a few words to the guard, then wrote Peng Yuanzheng's name on the registration book, signed her own name, then got in the car again and took the car into the No. 2 courtyard inside.
Most of the people living here are leading cadres of the central government department system, deputy ministerial level or above.
Peng Yuanzheng felt a little emotional in the car. Sure enough, the high gate is as deep as the sea. This is just Feng Botao's home. If it were Mr. Feng's residence in Da Nei, what kind of door ring would it be like?
The car stopped in front of a small beige building.
Feng Botao is a ministerial-level cadre in a key position with real power. He lives in a small building with the treatment of ministerial-level cadres. It is an old-fashioned two-story western-style building with a Soviet style similar to a townhouse. Each unit has two rooms.
It has two floors, and Feng Botao's home is in the east door.
Feng Qianru jumped out of the car first, went to open the unit door, then turned to look at Peng Yuanzheng and smiled and said, "Let's go, this is my home, my grandfather and my father are waiting at home."
Peng Yuanzheng followed him silently and said nothing more. At this point, any pretense or performance seemed so redundant.
But just when Feng Qianru opened the security door of Feng's house, Peng Yuanzheng suddenly felt nervous for a moment.
After entering this door, his destiny will undergo earth-shaking changes. However, for him, what kind of strangeness and unknowns lie behind this door? What may be waiting for him is not only opportunities and challenges, but also
Waves and risks.
"Come in!" Feng Qianru smiled gracefully.
Peng Yuanzheng took a deep breath and strode in.
After entering the door, you are faced with a large living room. The decoration and furnishings of the living room are all antique. The furniture is the kind of bright red traditional mahogany furniture. The carvings are exquisite, which is enough to reflect the identity and taste of the owner. A banner hangs in front of the living room, writing a letter.
The four characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing: self-denial and honesty.
This calligraphy is very impressive, but the calligraphy quality is second to none. Peng Yuanzheng guessed that it was Mr. Feng's handwriting.
Below the banner is an antique long strip table. On the table are two exquisite porcelain vases thirty to forty centimeters high. The surface of the bottle has an elegant pattern of wealthy peonies. Between the two vases, there is also a vase.
A writing brush, a lion head jade paperweight and a simple inkstone.
The floor was paved with smooth dark marble and was spotless. Peng Yuanzheng walked on it, as if he were walking on a mirror, and felt a little uncomfortable.
He slowly raised his head and straightened his back. Through the beautifully decorated bag skeleton with some unknown antiques displayed in front of him, he saw a dozen Feng family members sitting on a circle of sofas in the living room.
There are elders and younger ones, with different expressions.
Sitting on the main seat in the middle were two old men. The man had a dignified demeanor and a majestic face, while the woman had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. She was graceful and luxurious.
Peng Yuanzheng slowly followed Feng Qianru. From the corner of his eye, he clearly noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the old man's hidden sharp eyes in the middle were projected on his face.
"Come on, Xiao Peng, sit down." Feng Botao stood up with a smile and said hello.
"Thank you." Peng Yuanzheng composed himself, walked over calmly, and sat down on a sofa in the corner. Even though Zhang Lan's shy and angry eyes were staring at him diagonally across the corner, he pretended not to see anything.
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Behind Zhang Lan and Feng Bolin, there stood an extremely capable young man wearing a light blue T-shirt, about 1.75 meters tall, with his arms folded in front of his chest in a condescending manner.
Scanning his eyes, Peng Yuanzheng could clearly feel some arrogance and contempt in this young man's eyes.
"Xiao Peng, this is my father and mother. This is Qianru's second uncle and second aunt. These are Qianru's aunt and uncle. This is Feng Yuanhua, Qianru's younger brother..." Feng Botao introduced Peng Yuanzheng with a smile.
With all the elders and juniors of the Feng family present, Peng Yuanzheng stood up and nodded in greeting.
From the moment Peng Yuanzheng entered the door, Mr. Feng stared at him silently. Seeing that he was dressed simply but with a dignified demeanor, he was polite, neither humble nor overbearing, but he also advanced and retreated in a moderate manner. He couldn't help but admire him secretly.
"Xiao Peng, that's it. I know you have some questions in your heart. Don't worry. I'll tell you slowly." Feng Botao smiled and said again. He was about to say something more when he heard Mr. Feng speak, "Young man, you
Can you let me see the jade pendant and the recognition document?"
Mr. Feng's voice was solemn and deep, measured and measured, with a hint of Jiangnan dialect.
Peng Yuanzheng took a deep breath, nodded, took out the jade pendant and documents from his satchel, stood up and handed them over respectfully.
Mr. Feng took the jade pendant in his hand solemnly and looked at it carefully. Then he unfolded the document of recognition of marriage and looked at it, his hand trembled slightly.
Old Feng trembled and carefully placed the jade pendant and documents on the coffee table beside him. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Feng beside her could not help but have red eyes, and she burst into tears.
The atmosphere in the living room became extremely silent and depressing. The old man did not speak, and no one else in the Feng family dared to take the initiative to say anything. But judging from the behavior of the old man and his wife, the young man in front of them was basically a descendant of the Feng family.
There is no doubt about flesh and blood.
Feng Qianru stood behind Feng Botao, her beautiful lips pursed tightly, and her heart was a little nervous.
At this point, Peng Yuanzheng was no longer nervous. He knew that the matter was done. The truth could not be faked, and the fake could not be true. Anyway, he was not a fake. Facing these flesh and blood relatives, what else did he fear?
a long time.
Mr. Feng's expression slowly became calm as usual. He suddenly looked up at Peng Yuanzheng. His eyes were less naturally sharp and more deliberately gentle. He said lightly, "Young man, can I ask you?
Is the purpose of coming to the capital this time just to sell this family heirloom jade pendant? Why do you want to sell it? "
"My mother is in poor health and the family's financial situation is relatively poor. We need money." Peng Yuanzheng answered honestly.
The words were very straightforward and candid, so frank that they made the Feng family laugh and cry. However, when these words reached the ears of Mr. and Mrs. Feng, they turned into a trace of sadness and pity.
A strong smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Feng's mouth, "If that's the case, why don't you plan to sell it now?"
"I came here without telling my mother. I talked to my mother on the phone yesterday. My mother firmly opposed it, so I'm going to go back." Peng Yuanzheng continued to answer.
After receiving this reply, Mr. Feng fell silent.q
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