please make money

If anything, his greatest ambition is to see his mother die.

After all, gangsters also practice filial piety. Mr. Feng's father died of illness in his early years, and he was raised by his mother, so he was extremely filial to his mother.

It's a pity that because of his family environment, on the one hand, he didn't support his nobleman, and on the other hand, he didn't have the ability to change his fate against the sky, so he could only be a little fool.

The encounter between him and Ai Rulong is also very dramatic, and it can even be said to be a classic part of the classic part.

At that time, his mother was seriously ill, but he had to give up the treatment because he had no money to pay the medical expenses. He took his mother to kowtow at the hospital gate and begged bitterly.

Ai Rulong, who was passing by, couldn't bear it, and donated 2000 yuan to him as a temporary emergency in the name of "borrowing him money", and then left.

2000 yuan was not a small amount of money at the time. At that time, the per capita salary was only a few hundred a month.

Ai Rulong also helped the other party because his wife was just pregnant, so he had the mentality of doing good deeds to accumulate blessings for the child.

He was already a small boss at that time, and looking at Feng Buqi, a young man with hands and feet, he thought that maybe the other party was stuck on such a hurdle in life, maybe he would be fine after he got through it by himself Yes, this will help.

He didn't even tell the other party his real name, and Ai Er's pseudonym was written on the IOU, thinking that the matter would be over.

But he didn't expect that a few days later, he was involved in a car accident in the suburbs, his legs were stuck in the car and he couldn't move, and the scattered goods caught fire.

Seeing that he was about to be buried in the flames, a young man passing by broke in and carried him out, and it turned out that he was the young man who had helped him before.

It turned out that the other party lived nearby. He heard the sound of a car accident and ran over to check. Seeing that it was the benefactor, he hurried over to help, not thinking whether the fire scene was dangerous or not.

It was because of this incident that Feng Buqi's neck and shoulders were burned, and the skin and flesh of his neck involved his face, which made his appearance stiff and even a little hideous.

Ai Rulong was so moved that he accepted Feng Buqi's mother as his godmother, and paid all the medical expenses. He also recognized Feng Buqi as his younger brother and sent him to learn skills.

At that time, the best and easiest skill to learn was driving, so Feng Buqi became Ai Rulong's driver.

After working for a period of time, Ai Rulong's business grew bigger and bigger, and he went to more and more places. Feng Buqi couldn't keep up with the pace.

He took the initiative to tell his elder brother whether he wanted to do other things, he was afraid of delaying his elder brother's work.

He felt that he was born as a gangster, he was not good at security, and his driving skills were just like that.

That's why Ai Rulong assigned him to another position. His wife Lu Wuxia asked a professional security officer retired from Taiyechi to be his new driver.

Then came the trough stage of Ai Rulong. Because of a series of incidents, his career was damaged. Ai Rulong once considered quitting the mall and doing something else.

Eighteen people, including Feng Buqi, did not leave. They sold what they could afford to help Ai Rulong make up the capital for his last-ditch effort.

In Feng Buqi's own words, he didn't deserve these things in the first place, and they were all given by his elder brother. As long as his elder brother said a word, he could even risk his life.

Sometimes, what people lack is not only money, but also a reason to struggle.

No matter how discouraged Ai Rulong himself is, for the sake of his children and the eighteen brothers and sisters who trust him, he has to cheer up again.

After that, there will be a period of career take-off when the times come and go. Standing on the cusp of the wind can make things happen. There have been too many miracles in that era.

At that time, Ai Rulong was just one of the miracles, suddenly like a wind blowing in one day, he flew ninety thousand miles.

In just a few years, his family business has accumulated like a snowball, with assets exceeding [-] million yuan, and everything has moved towards a better cycle.

The eighteen shareholders gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm and began to retreat to the second line.

Feng Buqi was also assigned to the property department to manage the hospital because of his early experience.

In the words of Ai Rulong, when you were working in a hospital, remember the feeling of kneeling at the door of the hospital and begging someone to treat your godmother, and then talk about other things.

Feng Buqi understands that feeling too well. The darkness of life is like a camel crushing the straw, as heavy as a mountain. He can empathize with this pain better than anyone else.

In the same year, Feng Buqi's mother also died of illness due to overwork in her early years.

Fortunately, in the final stage of her life, Feng Buqi has already had a promising future, and the old man can be regarded as enjoying her old age for a period of time without much regret.

Since then, Feng Buqi has become President Feng. Although his face is stiff and even a little fierce because of the burn marks, everyone knows that his heart is not bad.

Because Feng Buqi was brought by Ai Rulong's side from the very beginning, he didn't have too much contact with other people in the eighteen shareholders.

In addition, his worldly habits are too strong, so women who are in the front of the eighteen shareholders, such as Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zheng, are not very used to getting along with him.

But for women, Feng Buqi is too rude, and for men, this quack spirit is the best glue. Who wouldn't want to show loyalty?

Because of this, Mr. Feng is very open among men. He is really loyal, so several shareholders follow his pace.

However, the more loyal he is, the more he looks down on Ai Ruhu. Mr. Feng himself jumped to the old lady's side without hiding this tendency.

Hang out with Ai Rulong, everyone is a brother, earn money together and share money together, if there is a bowl of rice for the big brother, there will be half a bowl for the brothers.

Hanging around with Ai Ruhu, everyone is a horse boy, making money together and the boss collects money. If there is a big brother, a bowl of rice is only half eaten by the brothers.

How does this compare?It can only be said that brothers all miss me, Ai Rulong...

He went after the old lady. In his words, my elder brother disappeared and my mother disappeared. The old lady is my mother.

That's what he did. The old lady didn't want to see a gangster like him at first, so he didn't mind at all, and she should be filial a little bit.

When he went to visit the old lady on her birthday, but the old lady wouldn't let him into the banquet hall, he sent gifts in and kowtowed to the old lady at the door to celebrate her birthday.

That was real kowtowing. He kowtowed loudly at the door of the hotel auditorium where people were coming and going, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

On the contrary, all the guests were dumbfounded, not knowing where this dutiful son fell from.

Year after year, although the old lady still doesn't think highly of the second son's concubine, she still approves of him in her heart.

There was something wrong with the physical examination, and Mr. Feng was so busy that he invited the best doctors and medical teams from all over the country to consult and accompany him in three shifts.

He himself was in a daze of clothes and waited day and night. Whenever he had a problem, he hurried to inquire about the situation, and he could quickly get up to say hello with a phone call in the middle of the night.

He also made an appointment for a global-level flying knife, and the operation will be performed only after the old lady recovers. He will invite those world-class famous doctors to charter the flight, and strive to minimize the damage caused by the operation to the elderly.

As for the medicines, equipment, etc., let alone mention it, it is simply a filial piety to the world, and anyone who sees it will give a thumbs up.

Is he filial?Of course filial piety - the old lady felt that the child was sincerely filial, and accepted the treatment plan with peace of mind.

But if you want to talk about the purpose... Tsk, it's a bit hard to say, even Mr. Feng thinks it's hard to say.

It can only be said that it is better for the old lady to enjoy her old age peacefully, and don't worry about fighting for power and profit.

"Before and after the operation, to recuperate the body and restore vitality, the old lady has to cultivate for more than half a year, right?"

Mr. Feng put the cigarette in the ashtray: "I have prepared a manor for the old lady to rely on. The air is good and the climate is good. Do you think you can keep the old lady for another six months?"

Mr. Wei rubbed the stubble on his chin, a little uncertain: "It's hard to say, we old lady, people are old-hearted, and getting sick is a fatal thing. There is no way, but let's talk about taking a vacation to recuperate... I think she It's really not rare."

"Tsk!" Mr. Feng stroked his hair: "Then let Lao Chen act quickly, if you don't take out those family assets, the old lady will go crazy at the next shareholder meeting, what will the eldest lady do? Can't hold on?" ?”

"Didn't you hold on last time?"

"You said it was the last time. Who knows what will happen next time? I don't feel safe if I can't get the position of chairman. I have to get Ai Ruhu down anyway. I—eh? Sister Zhou Why did you call me?"

Mr. Feng glanced at his phone while spit flying, and saw the name of the caller, his expression paused.

Mr. Wei was calm, he took a sip of tea, and made a general idea in his heart: "Probably I'm trying to persuade you not to side with Dong Ai."

"How do you say, sister Zhou doesn't care about these?"

"I heard that the eldest lady had a relationship with her daughter before. You know that sister Zhou. I used to call my wife a sister. This is probably to talk about feelings."

Mr. Feng murmured when he heard the words: "I don't have any relationship with my eldest brother and sister-in-law? Huh? I'm still his younger brother! Really, Sister Zhou won't believe me if she makes it clear..."

Mr. Wei rolled his eyes, and said to himself, who (TM) would believe you?

Your twisted personality is almost superimposed into the duality of light, which is filial and unfilial.

It is estimated that apart from these old brothers, even the old lady can't figure out how her filial son grows up.

In this one hundred catties of flesh, can there still be thirty or fifty catties of rebellion?

Mr. Feng answered the phone, opened his mouth and smiled: "Sister Zhou, why did you think of calling me today? I said why I heard magpies calling so early in the morning!"

"Okay, old Feng, don't bury me. Aunt Zhou's voice was somewhat helpless: "Let me tell you something, someone wants to invite you to dinner today, we will be here soon, you have to prepare." 』

"Who is it?" Mr. Feng's eyes flickered: "Brother Zhao and Brother Qian? I'm busy. Why are my brothers so formal? If I have time, I'll take two drinks to their house. Let's forget about today."

I'm hiding from you and I'm a boy, you still have to keep a little distance from me, and celebrate after I finish this matter.

So it's useless for you to be lobbyists, I—

"It's Missy. She is shopping for vegetables. She said that she still remembers her father mentioned before that Uncle Feng likes to eat cow's scalp." 』

Mr. Feng opened his mouth, and his tone suddenly dropped: "Miss..."

The cow's scalp is a stewed vegetable in sauce, which is suitable for drinking.

Feng Buqi, who was still a gangster back then, couldn’t afford good food, so he could only scrape together some money when he was bluffing with other people. He went to the street to order a cow’s scalp and drink some wine with gululu. This habit He kept it even after he became famous, but not many people could eat it with him.

Back then he worked as a driver for Ai Rulong, and was taught by his old mother to be loyal, so he never drank alcohol during the day, let alone dared to drink and drive.

Sometimes Ai Rulong saw that he was addicted to alcohol, so he deliberately said that he wanted to eat, packed and bought two, and asked him to take one back to drink when he was off work.

But Feng Buqi knew that his elder brother didn't like to drink alcohol, and he could eat cow's scalp or not, and he couldn't even eat spicy food.

And the classic dipping sauce for beef scalp is millet pepper with white vinegar...

After so many years, when he heard this suddenly, he was very silent for a while, and recalled the days when his eldest brother was still there.

You said that you are rich and can afford everything, but why do you feel less and less as the days go by?

"Old Feng. Sister Zhou sighed: "Miss still remembers you..."

"...Tsk!"

129-It's more than finished, Alia is a good person!

Alicia is not a sentimental person.

After what happened, she would just laugh with some satanic demon or something instead of hugging Martha.

——Why did you go early?

In the same way, when someone "insider" betrays her, then she must either reflect on what she did and everyone is alienated, or restore it.

Just crying in the heavy rain is useless, and the rain is so cold, don't you feel the sudden drop in temperature?

Today's Tianhai City was hit by the cold air coming from the south, the temperature dropped by 15 degrees, and the cold wind suddenly picked up.

Aliya got out of the car carrying the cow's scalp, looked at the pharmaceutical company building in front of her, and sniffed.

It's cold, it's too cold, just like the day when Yiping asked her father for money...

Aunt Zhou saw Aliya's delicate expression, she didn't know that she had been imagining the bitter love plot for half an hour on the road, and thought she was a little nervous.

"Boss Feng—cough, you don't have to worry, miss, you can still win me over."

"what?"

"I said, Mr. Feng is actually nostalgic for the past."

"No, no, Aunt Zhou, you misunderstood." Aliya sighed: "I don't talk about business, and I don't want to say anything to support anyone. I just gave some food to Uncle Feng today. I ate it twice when I was a child. It's nothing. Impression, but at least I remember..."

She gestured to the plastic bag in her hand, which contained two cow scalps.

There are two extra bags for the dipping sauce of millet spicy white vinegar, and the few merchants selling cow scalp have not changed much over the years.

If I have to say it, the packaging has been upgraded. It used to be a transparent plastic bag, but now it has a plastic food box inside the plastic bag.

"..." Aunt Zhou hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.

Perhaps she felt that Aliya should take advantage of the victory and pursue it at this juncture. After all, Mr. Feng seemed to be a little vacillating at the moment.

But Aliya doesn't want to talk about money, why talk about money?Talk about money hurt feelings!

Let's talk about feelings, let's talk about something that can really move people.

"I feel that we are losing some beautiful things. Kindness, gentleness, and consideration, which belong to our human nature, seem to be slowly fading."

Aliya took a deep breath and tightened her coat: "Is there any wine? I forgot to buy it."

"Yes." Aunt Zhou turned to the trunk, opened it and brought out two pieces of wine: "Are these enough?"

Aliya glanced at it, perhaps it was prepared for entertainment, these wines were packed extravagantly, with jewels, and they were not cheap at first glance.

Alia then shook her head: "Aunt Zhou, please wait for me, Uncle Feng doesn't like to drink these things."

She turned to a nearby supermarket and took a few minutes to walk out with a few bottles of beer, big green sticks clinking in her pocket.

Aunt Zhou frowned slightly: "Is this okay?"

"why not?"

"Boss Feng—"

"There is no Mr. Feng." Aliya corrected the Mr. Zhou in front of her very seriously: "One of you is my aunt and the other is my uncle. My mother regards you as a younger sister, and my father regards Uncle Feng as a younger brother. I'm not here today to discuss business or cooperation, I'm just here to play with Uncle Feng, is it important what I bring?"