After the banquet, Xuan Qi floated away. In this world, the relationship between people will not be alienated by the region or distance. Countless high-techs are like networks that closely connect people.

This night was destined to be unable to sleep. The busy shopkeeper Luo checked the mechanical password lock for the sixth time, and only breathed after confirming that the lock was completed. The jade worth billions passed by him, which made shopkeeper Luo feel a little sad. However, he used this good fate to meet Xuan Qi, a big boy who seemed shy, had a different trait from his peers, which made people involuntarily want to get close to him.

From the realization that, based on various situations, Xuan Qi is unparalleled in luck and does nothing, such a young man will become a great man in the future. So Manager Luo cherishes this fate very much. While busy calling people from the company to protect the company, he also wonders how he should pay it back when Xuan Qi sells this favor.

Sheng Dengfeng returned to the Sheng family drunkenly, washed his face, and walked towards the back house excitedly without rinsing his mouth. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and in two hours, the old man should get up for morning exercise. Sheng Dengfeng did not dare to go directly to the old man, but went to find his uncle, the current person in charge of the Sheng family, the Minister of Agriculture of the Presidential Office, Sheng Yicheng.

Sheng Dengfeng is the third generation of the Sheng family, his father ranks third, and he also happens to be third among the younger generation of the Sheng family. The first two are brothers, and they are also involved in the military and political circles, and have a certain appeal. Only then did Sheng Laosan join the business world and start playing in the media industry.

Sheng Yicheng slept soundly, and then was awakened by the low and rapid knock on the door. The old man in his sixties was not energetic and it was difficult to fall asleep once he woke up. He opened his eyes and saw the naughty children from the third family standing outside, smelling alcohol and blushing. He couldn't help but show displeasure on his face and asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Dengfeng did not have the style outside, he stood firm and straight, and said with a slight body: "Uncle, this afternoon, I met the descendant of the Xuan family of Xiangnan. His name is Xuanqi, and he is the top scorer in the college entrance examination this year..."

Listening to Sheng Dengfeng's story, doubt flashed across Sheng Yicheng's face, and then turned into shock: "Aren't the Xuan family and the other hermits in a car accident? It's like the descendants of the previous generation were also in a car accident. Could this generation be the descendants?" Sheng Yicheng said with a flashing expression, and he vented his breath after a while: "A careful calculation, the children who survived that year should be so old."

Sheng Yicheng looked at Sheng Dengfeng and said, "You have done this very well. There are still two hours before your grandfather's morning exercise. Let's wait for him together."

"No need" The old man from the Sheng family, with white hair, walked in from outside the door. His long white eyebrows had already dropped across his eyes. In physiognomy, this is called long-lived eyebrows. Generally, people with such long eyebrows have a long life.

"I am at thirty, not confused at forty, fifty, know the destiny of heaven, sixty, seventy, and eighty-year-old." Mr. Sheng was full of energy: "I am already over ninety years old, not dazzled, not deaf, and have good teeth. Even the doctor said that I still have thirty years of life. I can live to a hundred and three years, and I can't be so greedy. I owed a favor to the Xuan family back then, so why are you embarrassed to bother them now?"

Mr. Sheng said and looked at his third grandson again: "Since you can know the children of the Xuan family, then get along with each other carefully. Don't be scheming or smart. Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking your legs and expelling you from the house." Mr. Sheng was afraid that Sheng Dengfeng would not understand, so he said bluntly: "Don't think that you were born in this family and could do whatever you want. In China, you are more powerful than us. If you are arrogant, you will sooner or later bring disaster to the Sheng family."

Sheng Dengfeng immediately pointed his head and said, "I also felt the difference between Xuan Qi, not only knowledge, but also knowledge, but also his luck. Such things opened my eyes." Sheng Dengfeng said, his eyes shining: "I admire the passionate blood in Xuan Qi's chest more." As he said, he said King K's plan.

After hearing this, Mr. Sheng, who was originally smiling, let out a cold snorted from his nose, and the momentum around him gushed out, with a clear murderous aura. A good member of him went to the battlefield and fought against the Japanese tiger generals.

"We were able to shoot the Japanese out of the past, but now I can still continue shooting with a gun." As he said that, he looked directly at Sheng Yicheng: "Imperialism will not kill me. Your generation has done badly, very badly."

Sheng Yicheng was instinctively afraid of his father. When he saw his father getting angry, he was afraid that he would always be angry. He immediately whispered: "This matter was decided by the chief designer. The starting point was good, let the strong outside come in and let the local people start to imitate. Maybe we will have some pain now, but know the shame and then be brave. In the long run, our own children will sooner or later defeat these foreign monks."

"Yes," Mr. Sheng sighed leisurely: "The chief designer is smarter than me, but he hasn't lived for so long." After saying that, he felt a lot of emotion and condolences, and then looked at Sheng Yicheng and said: "Foreign monks have been here for seven or eight years. Should we give our children some opportunities? Regardless of whether his surname is Xuan or not, this passionate voice is worthy of the Sheng family's actions.

"Help is to help, but you can't give too much." Sheng Yicheng said, while paying attention to his father's look: "Didn't you also traveled 25,000 miles and used millet and rifles to drive away militarism and American imperialism?" Seeing that his father was not unhappy, he whispered: "The policy is green all the way, and the loan is mortgaged. As for the others, it depends on their luck."

"Call Xiao Shang, come and dial me. Let him also produce a few engineers, a few soldiers, and children fighting on another battlefield. We can't let the children's hearts be cool." Mr. Sheng's eyes shine. Times are different, and the battlefields are also different. This is not the year of war, or the bones in his body are made into irons and a few nails can be made. Therefore, young people need to continue to make achievements in various fields. The rise of a great power is definitely not just a saying. It takes generations, or even generations, to offer youth and sweat, and even shed blood to give the most precious life.

Shang Tao rode his motorcycle home. When there was an intersection away from home, he turned off the engine and drove into the military compound by inertia. He parked the car silently. Shang Tao's eyes were so red that they were bright.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a Biao Biao's voice: "You wild boy still know how to come back. Look at how you look red-haired and pierced ears and ripped leather jackets, why did I give birth to such a son?"

Shang Chongwu's eyes were full of anger, like an angry lion, roaring with his teeth and claws, as if he was about to rush over to bite Shang Tao.

If it were normal, Shang Tao would definitely retort, but today Shang Tao is very calm. There is already direction in his life, so naturally he no longer needs to use rebellion to escape catharsis. He silently took off his earrings, then took off his leather jacket, bowed to his father and said, "Dad, I was wrong, I will shave off all my red hair tomorrow."

Facing the sudden strange child, Shang Chongwu couldn't help but be stunned and pinched his body. All of this was so clear. He was either dreaming or the child took the wrong medicine.

When Shang Chongwu was about to speak, he listened to Shang Tao saying: "From tomorrow, I will form my own convoy. I will not rebel, I will not be crazy, and I will not even drink again. I will represent the image of China and show it on the world stage..."

"Enough" Shang Tao's dream was rudely interrupted by Shang Chongwu: "I won't allow you to play motorcycles again in the future, let alone bring glory to the country. You can fool the ghosts"

I will never understand my son's world. I always start from the perspective of being good for my son, and then plan a bright future for my son. What ideals and revenge are all gone. Let me eat more salt than my son eats, and I am also a biological child. Can I cheat my son?

This is an inertia that exists in thinking and a kind of take-for-following gift. It is this sweet rudeness that makes me self-righteous and impose my dreams on my son, and then makes the father-son relationship that should have been harmoniously separated and has many barriers.

The room was silent for a while. If Shang Chongwu was a big stubborn donkey, then Shang Tao was a little stubborn donkey. The father and son looked at each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was solemn and full of anger. Angry parents felt that the majesty was provoked and would drive the rights of the parents.

"You boy's temper is getting older and you want to be stubborn with me." Adhering to the idea of ​​a filial son under the stick, Shang Chongwu untied his armed belt from his waist and walked to his son with great strides: "It's still time to give up that foolish dream now, otherwise I'll beat you."

Shang Tao did not stubbornly, nor even opened his mouth, and then his eyes were calm and he slowly shook his head. It was like a moth flying towards the flame of dreams. Even though he knew it would be burned to ashes, he had no regrets.

What I cannot tolerate the most is my son's rebellion. I finally raised such a big son and dared to challenge me. I must have a severe lesson. Shang Chongwu raised his armed belt and twitched at Shang Tao's back. With a bang, his clothes were broken, and bloody marks appeared on Shang Tao's back.

Just as Shang Chongwu was about to lift his belt and suck it for the second time, the phone in the room suddenly rang. Shang Chongwu, with Biao Biao's tiger aura, pointed at Shang Tao and said, "Stay here, you are not allowed to go anywhere. I will come back and deal with you."

As he said that, he picked up the phone: "I am Shang Chongwu, who do you want?" His body suddenly collapsed: "Hello, old leader, do you have any instructions." His body shook his face and was embarrassed: "No, no, no, no, no, that's all children's jokes." His face was angry: "Imperialism is not dead, but they dare to engage in economic invasion. We can drive him away on the battlefield, but we must do it economically." As he said that, his body suddenly stood up with majesty on his face: "I promise to complete the task."

The sudden call caused Shang Chongwu's ideas to collapse. Every word the old leader said made him a little suspicious. Looking at his son beside him, Shang Chongwu felt it was necessary to understand some strange worlds.
Chapter completed!