Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 220 226 [Father and Son Night Talk]

ten o'clock in the evening--
Hong Kong, Fu's Mid-Levels Villa.

The driver drove and sent Fu Jiajun to the gate. The wide iron gate slowly opened, and the black BMW sedan slowly drove in.

As one of the most luxurious villas in Mid-Levels, the area of ​​Fu’s Villa is quite large. The parking lot alone is as big as a football field, and the private garden planted with various rare flowers and plants is thousands of feet long. Wide; for many ordinary Hong Kong people, such a large villa is beyond the imagination, especially many Hong Kong people can only rent a small house of more than ten square meters, and worry about the monthly rent every month.The gap between rich and poor in Hong Kong can be seen from this.

The BMW stopped in the parking space. A Xiang, who was the private driver of the Fu family, glanced at Fu Jiajun who was leaning on the back of the car, and hurriedly got out of the car, opened the car door, and greeted Fu Jiajun, "Master, you're home."

"Oh, so fast!" Fu Jiajun clicked his mouth, opened his slightly drunk eyes, he drank too much at the banquet today.

Getting off the car slowly, he staggered suddenly when he stepped on the ground. If Ah Xiang hadn't had sharp eyesight and quick hands, he reached out to support him, and Fu Jiajun almost fell to the ground.

"Master, do you want me to help you in?" Ah Xiang said cautiously.

Fu Jiajun smelt of alcohol, waved his hand at him and said, "No, I'm not drunk yet, I just accidentally tripped over a rock just now, uh—"

Fu Jiajun didn't enter the villa immediately, but put his hands in front of his mouth, took a few breaths, smelled it, and felt that the smell of alcohol was not too strong.He turned his head and asked Ah Xiang, "Uncle Xiang, do I smell like alcohol?"

"This..." Ah Xiang hesitated for a moment, then rubbed his hands and said, "Master, you should go in and take a bath first!"

"Oh, that's it." Fu Jiajun waved his hand again, "Go and rest, you've worked hard!"

Ah Xiang hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Fu Jiajun was at the door, quietly watching to see if his father Fu Yunheng had rested.

Recently, the old man is not in good health and always goes to bed very early. He used to like to read books, and he could see eleven or twelve o'clock at a glance.

It's fine if he doesn't poke his head. As soon as he poked his head in, he heard someone in the hall say, "Come in, don't poke your head."

No need to guess, it was Fu Yunheng's voice.

Fu Jiajun suffers too.

Because according to the family precepts of the Fu family, someone with his status and position must not get too drunk in public, especially Fu Yunheng is very strict in educating his children, and thinks that drinking is wrong, especially in a high position, you must be more careful. Don't be greedy, it is easy to say wrong things and do wrong things.

Like a child who has made a mistake, Fu Jiajun scratched his head with his hands and went into the house, into the lighted and bright hall.

Under the huge crystal chandelier, there is a row of off-white Italian leather sofas, with a crystal coffee table in the middle. Compared with the Fu family's old mansion in Macau, the decoration of this villa is much more modern.

At this moment, Fu Yunheng was sitting on the sofa, wearing black silk pajamas, cotton soft-soled shoes on his feet, holding a towel in his hand, and wearing reading glasses, carefully wiping a beautiful blue and white porcelain vase.

Fu Jiajun tiptoed to the opposite of Fu Yunheng, keeping a distance from the old man as much as possible, so as not to let him smell the alcohol that patted his body.

But before Fu Jiajun's butt landed on the sofa, Fu Yunheng said to him without raising his head: "Why are you sitting so far away, sit here."

"Oh, you haven't rested yet?" Fu Jiajun walked over anxiously and sat beside the old man.

Fu Yunheng still didn't look up, and wiped the mouth of the bottle with a towel, "Have you been drinking?"

"Well, there are too many people, so I just drank a little." Fu Jiajun hurriedly explained.

"A little bit, or a lot?"

"It's... a lot. Uh—" Fu Jiajun didn't dare to lie anymore, and confessed honestly.

"Sister Juan, go, get him a bowl of hangover soup." Fu Yunheng instructed the "self-combing girl" sister Juan who was waiting beside her.

Fu Jiajun knew about Sister Juan's status in the family, she was not an ordinary servant, she basically served the old man, not the juniors like them.It is estimated that the old man said this to embarrass himself, so Fu Jiajun hurriedly said: "No need, Sister Juan, I'll just drink tea, haha! I'm sorry!"

Only then did Fu Yunheng raise his head, and said to Sister Juan who was waiting beside him, "Then you can pour him a cup of tea."

Sister Juan nodded and poured tea herself.

Fu Jiajun looked at the old man, feeling scared, so he had nothing to say: "Father, your vase is getting more and more beautiful."

"Can the blue and white porcelain from the Kangxi year not be beautiful?"

"Ahem, I can't appreciate this." Fu Jiajun glanced at a large pile of antique porcelain placed in the hall of his house. For him, these things were too old, far less pleasing to the eye than some calligraphy and paintings.

"So I didn't intend to let you inherit these antiques." Fu Yunheng said, "After a hundred years, I'm afraid you will sell all these treasures."

Fu Jiajun chuckled, "You are too worried about me, how is it possible, if you gave it to me, I would just leave it alone, take a look at it occasionally, and miss you."

"You are quite filial!"

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"What do you think?" Fu Yunheng wiped the vase and carefully placed it on the shelf.

"This...you don't want my elder sister to inherit these antiques, do you? I think she likes them. They're just fakes, just like me. Maybe she sold them to you as soon as you threw them to her." Fu Jiajun asked cheekily.

Fu Yunheng sat down, and Sister Juan brought up the tea, one cup for each.

Fu Jiajun felt that his mouth was really thirsty, so he picked it up and drank it in one gulp, then put it back into the teacup, seeing that his father was still staring at him, he sat down obediently and pretended to be a good boy.

Sister Juan picked up the teapot, filled the empty tea, and put it in front of Fu Jiajun. Fu Jiajun still wanted to drink, but he dared not move.

"I won't give you these antiques, nor will I give you Qingying." Fu Yunheng said slowly.

"Then who are you giving it to? Could it be...you want to give it to Qingrou?" Fu Jiajun was a little stunned.

Fu Qingrou is his younger sister and the youngest child of the Fu family. This year, because of an accident when she was a child, her intelligence has remained at around 13 years old.

Fu Yunheng sighed, "I'm not worried about you or your elder sister. Your elder sister is light and capable, and she knows everything from beginning to end; as for you, although you have been a bit of a fool, it's not bad to be a rich man who eats, drinks, and has fun..."

Fu Jiajun blushed, "Father, you think highly of me too. In fact, I'm also very ambitious... cough cough!"

"As for Qingrou, she is the youngest and the least sensible. Up to now, she still looks like a naive little girl. The only person I worry about in a hundred years is her. Do you understand that?"

"I understand, I really understand!" Fu Jiajun nodded hurriedly, "So don't worry, Dad, I will take care of Qing Rou's sister in the future, and I will definitely make her happy and have no worries about food and clothing!"

Fu Jiajun is not talking big, whether it is him or Fu Qingying, both of them are very concerned about this younger sister.Even though the two were fighting to the death for the family inheritance, and treated their younger sister Fu Qingrou secretly, they were still the same.

Who is Fu Yunheng, he can tell whether the words of his raised children are true or not.At this moment, seeing Fu Jiajun getting emotional and vowing to take good care of his sister in the future, he couldn't help being relieved, nodded at Fu Jiajun and said, "It's good if you have this thought. To be honest, I'm not sitting here tonight to reprimand you , On the contrary, I want to praise you."

"Praise me?" Fu Jiajun couldn't figure it out. He had always been reprimanded by his father because he was sloppy and did not live up to what he did. When he entered the door today, he thought he was going to have a clichéd "preaching" as usual. Unexpectedly, the old man said that he wanted to praise himself.This is really the sun coming out from the west.

Seeing the surprised expression on his son's face, Fu Yunheng couldn't help sighing slightly, wondering if he was wrong in disciplining his son before, blindly scolding and teaching him a lesson, which made his son not even have any self-confidence, and when he heard that he wanted to praise him, he unexpectedly so surprised.

"Yes, I didn't go to rest and sat here waiting for you, just to praise you." Fu Yunheng sipped his tea and said softly, "I got the news that you did a good job at today's banquet, and you worked very hard. I heard that even the Cha family and the He family were tricked by you!"

"Ahem, it wasn't me who cheated them, it was Chao." Fu Jiajun didn't dare to take credit for it, so he briefly explained what happened at the previous banquet, "So I was only in favor of Chao, all of this is He dominated, well, that's basically what happened."

Seeing that his son was so honest and told the truth of the matter, Fu Yunheng couldn't help laughing and said: "It's not that I made a mistake, but there is one thing you didn't understand. That's right, Song Zhichao is the leader of this banquet, and everything is his fault." It was designed and planned, but don’t forget that you are always behind him. He is your assistant, you are the master, and he is a wage earner. As long as you understand this, you should understand it. The credit is actually all caused by you, and you are the real leader."

Fu Jiajun: "..."

"So, you must not underestimate yourself as a person, especially for someone with a status like yours, who knows how to know and employ people, this is your greatest achievement, and the achievements made by your subordinates are also your credit! You understand this Is it?" It was the first time that Fu Yunheng taught his son so calmly.

Fu Jiajun was not stupid at all, and he understood as soon as he heard this.

(End of this chapter)