Please make money.

Sometimes, what people lack is not just money, but also a reason to strive.

No matter how discouraged and depressed Ai Rulong was, he had to cheer himself up for the sake of his children and the 18 brothers and sisters who trusted him.

What followed was a period of career growth when luck struck. Standing on the right track, even a pig could achieve success. Too many miracles occurred in that era.

At that time, Ai Rulong was just one of the miracles. Suddenly, he rose up like the wind and soared to 90,000 miles.

In just a few years, his family business accumulated like a snowball, with assets exceeding 100 million yuan, and everything was moving towards a better cycle.

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

Because of his early experiences, Feng Buqi was assigned to the property department to manage the hospital.

In the words of Ai Rulong, when you work in a hospital, remember the feeling of kneeling at the hospital door and begging people to treat your godmother's illness, and then talk about other things.

Feng Buqi understood that feeling too well. The darkness of life was like the straw that broke the camel's back, heavy as a mountain. He could empathize with this pain better than anyone else.

In the same year, Feng Buqi's mother also passed away suddenly due to illness caused by overwork in her early years.

Fortunately, in the last stage of her life, Feng Buqi had already achieved success, and the old lady was able to enjoy her later years in peace without too many regrets.

From then on, Feng Buqi became Mr. Feng. Although his face looked stiff and even a little fierce due to the burn marks, everyone knew that he had a good heart.

Because Feng Buqi had been with Ai Rulong from the beginning, he did not have much contact with other people in the 18 shareholders.

In addition, he has too many underworld habits, so the women who are at the top of the 18 shareholders, such as General Manager Zhou and General Manager Zheng, are not used to getting along with him.

But for women, Feng Buqi is too rude, but for men, this kind of gangster spirit is the best glue. Who doesn't want to be loyal?

Mr. Feng is therefore very popular among men. He is really loyal, so several shareholders follow his pace.

However, the more loyal he was, the more he looked down on Ai Ruhu. Mr. Feng himself defected to the old lady's side and did not hide this tendency.

When you follow Ai Rulong, everyone is a brother. We make money together and share the money together. If the big brother has a bowl of rice, the brothers will have half a bowl.

When following Ai Ruhu, everyone is a lackey. We make money together but the boss collects the money. The big brother gets one bowl of rice but the brothers only get half.

How can this be compared? I can only say that my brothers all miss me, Ai Rulong...

He went there for the old lady. In his words, my eldest brother is missing and my mother is also gone, so the old lady is my mother, and I will take care of her until the end of her life.

He actually did so. At first, the old lady didn't like him because he came from a gangster family, but he didn't mind at all and continued to be filial to him.

When he went to visit the old lady on her birthday, the old lady wouldn't let him into the banquet hall, so he brought the gifts in and kowtowed to the old lady at the door to wish her a happy birthday.

He was really kowtowing. He kowtowed loudly in front of the crowded hotel auditorium, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

This left all the guests dumbfounded, and they wondered where this filial son came from.

Year after year, although the old lady still looked down on her second son's adopted brother, she still recognized him in her heart.

This time, problems were found during the physical examination, and Mr. Feng was extremely busy. He invited the best doctors, recruited medical teams from all over the country for consultation, and worked in three shifts to provide care.

He himself would wait day and night without taking off his clothes. Whenever there was a problem, he would rush to inquire about the situation. He would even get up and say hello when someone called in the middle of the night.

He also made an appointment for a world-class surgeon, and would perform the operation as soon as the old lady's body recovered. He even chartered a plane to invite those world-class doctors, in order to minimize the harm that the operation would cause to the elderly.

As for the use of medicines and equipment and the like, let alone mentioning it, it is simply a heart full of filial piety, and anyone who sees it will give a thumbs up.

Is he filial? Of course he is. The old lady felt that the child was truly filial and accepted the treatment plan with peace of mind.

But as for the purpose... well, it's a little hard to say. Even Mr. Feng feels it's hard for him to explain.

All I can say is that it is better for the old lady to enjoy her old age and not worry about fighting for power.

"Before and after the operation, she needs to recuperate and recover her strength. The old lady will need at least half a year to recover, right?"

Mr. Feng put his cigarette in the ashtray and said, "I have prepared a manor for the old lady, with good air and climate. Do you think we can keep her here for another half a year?"

President Wei stroked his stubble, a little unsure: "It's hard to say. Our old lady is old but her heart is young. If she gets sick, it's fatal. There's nothing we can do about it. But as for taking a vacation to recuperate... I don't think she really wants it."

"Tsk!" Mr. Feng stroked his hair. "Then let Old Chen act faster. If he doesn't take out the family assets, the old lady will get mad at the next shareholders' meeting. What will the young lady do? Can she hold on?"

"Didn't you hold on last time?"

"You said it was last time, who knows what will happen next time? I feel unsafe if I can't get the position of chairman. I have to get rid of Ai Ruhu. I--eh? Why did Sister Zhou call me?"

Mr. Feng was talking nonsense when he glanced at his phone and his expression froze when he saw the name of the caller.

President Wei was calm. He took a sip of tea and sorted out the general idea in his mind: "Maybe he is advising you not to stand on the side of Director Ai."

"What do you mean? Isn't Sister Zhou supposed to not care about these things?"

"I heard that the eldest lady and her daughter had a relationship before. You know Sister Zhou. She used to call Madam "Ajie". This is probably to express her feelings."

Mr. Feng muttered to himself after hearing this: "Big brother and his wife and I have no feelings for each other? Ah? I'm still his adopted brother! Really, Sister Zhou clearly doesn't believe me..."

President Wei rolled his eyes and thought to himself, who the hell can believe you?

Your twisted personality is almost superimposed on the duality of light, being both filial and unfilial.

I guess apart from these old brothers, even the old lady doesn’t understand how her filial son grew up.

Among this hundred kilograms of flesh, could there still be thirty to fifty kilograms of rebellious bones?

Mr. Feng answered the phone and started laughing: "Sister Zhou, why did you think of calling me today? I was wondering why I heard the magpie calling so early in the morning!"

"Come on, Lao Feng, stop talking bad about me." Aunt Zhou said helplessly, "I have something to tell you. Someone wants to treat you to a meal today. We'll be here soon. You need to get ready."

"Who is it?" Mr. Feng's eyes flickered. "Brother Zhao, Brother Qian, and the others? I'm busy right now. Why are our brothers so formal? If I have time, I can bring two bottles of wine to their house. Forget about today."

I'm currently hiding this from you guys, so you guys better keep some distance from me and wait until I get this done before celebrating.

So it's useless for you to come and act as lobbyists. I——

"It's the eldest daughter. She was buying groceries and said she remembered her father mentioned before that Uncle Feng liked to eat ox head skin."

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

Ox head skin is a braised dish that is suitable for eating with wine.

When Feng Buqi was a gangster, he couldn't afford good food. He could only scrape together a few dollars when he followed others to order a piece of ox head skin on the street and drink some wine with it. He kept this habit even after he became successful, but not many people were willing to eat with him.

When he was working as a driver for Ai Rulong, he was taught by his mother to be loyal to his employer, so he never drank during the day and dared not drive after drinking.

Sometimes when Ai Rulong saw that he was craving for alcohol, he would deliberately say that he wanted to eat, and buy two takeaways, and let him take one home to go with his drink when he got off work.

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

The classic dipping sauce for beef rind is chili pepper and white vinegar...

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

You say that you are rich now and can afford to eat everything, so why is it that your life seems to be getting less and less meaningful as time goes by?

"Old Feng." Sister Zhou sighed: "The eldest lady still remembers you..."

"...Tsk!"

129-It’s even better than over, Alia is a good person!

Alia is not a sentimental person.

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

——What did you do so far?

By the same token, if one of her "own people" betrays her, she should either reflect on what she did to cause disunity among them, or try to redeem herself.

There's no point in just crying in the heavy rain. Besides, the rain is so cold. Don't you feel the sudden drop in temperature?

Today, Tianhai City was hit by cold air from the south, the temperature dropped 15 degrees, and a cold wind blew suddenly.

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

It was cold, too cold, just like the day Yiping asked her father for money...

Aunt Zhou saw Ailia's subtle expression and didn't know that she had been imagining a sad story for half an hour on the way, so she thought she was a little nervous.

"Boss Feng, he - well, don't worry, Miss, he can still be won over."

"what?"

"I say, Mr. Feng actually still remembers the old times."

"No, no, no, Aunt Zhou, you misunderstood." Alia sighed: "I don't want to talk about business, and I don't want to say who I support. I just want to bring some food to Uncle Feng today. I ate it twice when I was a child, so I don't have much impression, but at least I remember it..."

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

Two extra bags of chili and white vinegar dipping sauce were packed. The merchants selling ox scalp have not changed much over the years.

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

“…” Aunt Zhou hesitated and finally said nothing.

Perhaps she felt that Ailia should press on at this juncture, after all, Mr. Feng seemed a little hesitant at the moment.

But Alia didn't want to talk about money. Why talk about money? Talking about money hurts feelings!

Let’s just talk about feelings, something that can really touch people.

"I feel like we are losing some beautiful things. Kindness, gentleness, and thoughtfulness, which are the beautiful essence of our human nature, seem to be slowly fading away."

Alia took a deep breath and tightened her coat: "Do you have any wine? I forgot to buy it."

"Yes." Aunt Zhou went to the trunk, opened it and took out two bottles of wine: "Are these enough?"

Ailia took a look and thought that the wines were probably prepared for social occasions. The packaging was extremely luxurious and covered with jewels and gems, and it was obvious that they were not cheap.

Ailia shook her head and said, "Aunt Zhou, please wait for me. Uncle Feng doesn't like to drink these."

She went to a nearby supermarket, spent a few minutes picking up a few bottles of beer and came out with the big green sticks clinking in her pocket.

Aunt Zhou frowned slightly: "Is this okay?"

"why not?"

"Mr. Feng, he——"

"No, Mr. Feng." Alia seriously corrected Mr. Zhou in front of her: "One of you is my aunt and the other is my uncle. My mother treats you as her sister, and my father regards Uncle Feng as his adopted brother. I am not here to discuss any business or cooperation today. I am just here to play with Uncle Feng. Does it matter what I bring?"

Ailia felt that she should not bring anything with her. Instead, she should go to Uncle Feng's house to find food. Wouldn't he prepare half a ton of snacks for her in advance?

Aunt Zhou is an emotional person. Hearing this, she seemed to remember what happened back then. She said no more, but just reached out to help.

"Let me do it. When my sister and I went shopping for groceries together before, I was always the one who carried the food..."

Ailia had no objection and walked towards the building. Aunt Zhou looked at her back for a long while before she followed.

"It's so similar..."

……

……

"Uncle Feng——"

Ailia asked around and finally found the way and broke into Mr. Feng's office.

The latter was frightened and shuddered, with half of the tea in the cup visibly shaking out, and the confusion on his face was visible to the naked eye.

“Ah—that… I…”

The bald villain who looked like a black-faced King Kong hurriedly stood up when he saw the person coming, wiped his hands, and wanted to wipe his body in a panic, but seemed to think it was not important.

He looked at Alia and paused for half a second before forcing out a gentle smile: "Ms. Alia..."

Alia stood at the door, looked him in the eye, blinked, and bowed: "Mr. Feng, I came to the wrong place. I came to find my uncle, but he is not here. Goodbye!"

After saying that, the girl turned and left without any hesitation.

Boss Wei, who was hiding in the restroom, came out and pushed Boss Feng, who was in a daze, and said, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Call someone!"

Mr. Feng slapped his thigh and said, "I'm really (TM) - oh!"

Then he quickly chased after her: "Miss Ai... No, Miss! Xiaoya - wait a moment..."

Alia then stopped in the corridor and looked back at the bald man whose expression was stiff due to the burns.

"Who is this, Excellency?"

"I'm Feng Buqi! Your Uncle Feng——"

"My uncle Feng won't call me Miss Ai when he sees me."

"Well...well, it's been so long since we last met, mainly...ha, haha..."