"The other day, word came out from the family that they wanted me to take over as CEO of JPMorgan Chase, so we father and son may not be able to stay in London for long"

"When I get to New York, I probably won't be able to continue to spend as much time with you as I do now. Also, you need to learn more, my son, I know some well-known experts in economics at Columbia, and you can go inside and continue your studies. ”

At this time, Mr. Morgan glanced at the portraits that hung all around him, all of which Brian had painted by his own hand.

However, it has to be said that his paintings are really average.

Mr. Morgan glanced at the paintings, sighed, and added: "Of course, if you really like painting and want to go on this road forever, although I don't really support the idea of becoming a painter, I will find a way to send you to Paris to learn to paint!"

"Brian, you're not too young, don't continue to stumble! You need to choose your own path and work hard for it! This Mr. Yang is only one year older than you, but look at him, he is already a world-renowned medical master!"

After a pause, Mr. Morgan looked at his son very seriously and persuaded: "Brian, in a person's life, you must always set some goals and unswervingly strive for them! In this way, when you are old, you will not leave regrets and feel that you have wasted this life!"

"So, whether you want to learn to paint, or inherit the will of your family and enter the financial industry, first of all, you must cure your own disease!"

"A small town on the outskirts of London is not the stage of your life. You are the son of my Christoa Morgan, and you have the blood of the greatest family in the world, the Morgan family, in your veins! From the moment you were born, you were doomed, you can't be an ordinary person!"

Mr. Morgan's words were sincere and fiery.

Perhaps because he was so busy with work, he ignored his son's feelings, so that he couldn't figure out why his son wanted to stay on this farm all the time.

His son is a direct member of the Morgan family, and he should obviously shine the most beautiful on the world financial stage, dealing with the big names of the US Treasury Department, and intermingling with bankers from all over the world.

This is the life he should have!

He couldn't figure out what the point was for his son to stay on this small farm in the countryside and paint pastoral landscapes every day.

In fact, he was worried.

After all, a family like their Morgan family, which has been noble for generations, is the most afraid of the emergence of alternative descendants!

That means...... The son of a ruined family, the shame of the family.

Moreover, because he has the blood of the Morgan family, he will attract the attention of the world wherever he goes.

He didn't want his son to take an alternative path and be pointed at by countless people.

If his son really had the talent of Leonardo da Vinci in painting, he would certainly not stop him. However, in his opinion, his son's talent is really average. Any art student can compare his son to him.

In that case, why not go down the path of family arrangement?

That's the easiest way to succeed!

Moreover, there are countless resources along the way that can pave the way for him!

How many people envy this shortcut to success? Why doesn't his son know how to cherish it?

Seeing that Brian had not spoken, Mr. Morgan couldn't help but be a little angry at this time, since his son insisted on doing so, he might have to take some more drastic measures! For example, cut off all his financial resources, and let him understand that he had been enjoying the economic resources provided by the family before carrying the will of the family!

Look at this kid who doesn't know how thick the sky is, how long can he hold on without his own financial support?

I'm afraid that by then, he will even have a problem eating!

After a long time, seeing that Brian still didn't speak, Mr. Morgan couldn't hold back any longer, he shook his head and said, "Brian, I really don't want to do this......!

However, at this moment, Brian raised his head and said, "Father, I am willing to go to New York with you!"

"Huh?"

When Mr. Morgan heard this, he was stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic.

He firmly grasped his son's shoulders, and his eyes flashed with extremely eager sparks, and said, "Brian, you finally figured it out?"

"Yes, father, I figured it out!"

Brian nodded and said solemnly: "I can't escape reality anymore! Actually, what you said is right! I enjoy the wealth of the family, but I dare not assume the responsibilities of the family, this is a coward's performance! I don't want to be a coward." ”

"Good son, you are really my good son!" said Mr. Morgan, with indescribable joy.

After laughing heartily for a while, he turned his head to look at Yang Yunfan and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry to let you see the joke." ”

"Nothing. Yang Yunfan shook his head, this kind of thing always happens often in wealthy families. The juniors have had no worries about food and clothing since they were children, and they don't understand how much effort the elders have put in to get all this today.

Although Yang Yunfan himself is also a child of a wealthy family, he has eaten too much from snacks, but he has not enjoyed the resources brought by the family.

Sometimes, he often thinks that if he also grew up in the Yang family's old house, he stretched out his hand to eat from Xiaoyi, and relied on his uncle to be the mayor, and now it is estimated that he should be a little bully rampant in Donghai City, a bully at the level of a clean street tiger!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly, then looked at Brian and said, "Since you agree to be cured, then, sit down and let me take a closer look." ”

"Then trouble Mr. Yang!" Brian nodded and sat on the sofa as Yang Yunfan instructed.

Yang Yunfan stepped forward and sat beside him, first touching his pulse, and then looking at his tongue.

Brian's pulse was numbered, and his tongue was thin and white.

It can be seen that he has some kidney yang deficiency, and it has been a long time.

This is very close to Yang Yunfan's first judgment of the cause of his illness.

Under normal circumstances, patients with ankylosing spondylitis are mostly due to kidney and yang deficiency, and the external cause is cold and dampness.

Considering that Brian has lived here in England for nearly ten years, and here in London, it rains all year round, and the weather is cold and wet. Brian's health was not very good, but this time, the internal and external evils were combined, resulting in the yang energy in his body not dissolving, the cold evil was flourishing, and the muscles and bones were lost in glory.

As a result, he developed ankylosing spondylitis.

Yang Yunfan pondered for a while, and then asked Brian again, "Do you often have a dry mouth and throat? Nervous iliotibial band? Uh, you may not know where this iliotibial band is, this thing refers to a tendon in the back of your knee!"