Feng Yiming was sensitive to this, climbed his father's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Pull me over, what is the matter?" Dad, what else is there to tell my son?"

"In the past two months, Secretary Zhang has been blowing the wind in the city several times, and after the year, the project of greening the city will begin. Feng Wei'an whispered: "As a result, I suddenly received a call from Secretary Zhang tonight, saying that last year, the Municipal Education Bureau submitted a plan to merge several technical schools to establish the first undergraduate college in Qingping City.www.biquge.info ”

Feng Yiming had heard about this at the beginning of last year, and if this undergraduate college could be successfully established, it would play a strong role in promoting Qingping's economic development, but what does it matter to me?

Feng Yiming looked at his father suspiciously.

Feng Wei'an coughed a few times and moved his lips several times before continuing: "He asked about the progress of the construction of the real estate in Luyin City, and the city plans to recall and hire some professors and scholars from other cities such as Jianghe City and Xinzha City...... Housing ......"

Feng Yiming covered his face and scolded in his heart!

Zhang Changhe, you old shameless thing! Not to mention that the green shade city has not yet been completed, and even the pre-sale has not yet started! You just start grabbing it! That's right, you have to grab the things before I sell the pre-sale properties......

***

Although Feng Wei'an usually cleans himself and rarely receives gifts, but during the New Year, human relations are always indispensable, and others also know that he is usually busy with work, and the city will officially start the process of greening the city after the year, so many people choose to come to the door during the day before the year, or even the Chinese New Year's Eve.

To be honest, Feng Wei'an is really not an eight-sided character, and the first thing he often says when he sits down is, "Why are you here today?"

The guys who came to report to the door were all muttering in their hearts, what can you do with the Chinese New Year's Eve? You are usually in the development zone, and there is no reason to want to come to the door, don't you come here today? The ghost knows if there is a small book in the drawer of your house, remember who and who have not been here......

Every time in this embarrassing moment, when there is nothing to say, Feng Yiming is pushed out by his mother to be a shield, and the guests are all in high spirits, knowing that the son of the Feng family is in his third year of high school this year, and his academic performance is good.

After a whole day of continuous like this, Feng Yiming was already proficient in quickly posing for different poses according to the different words of the guests, or full of confidence, or excited, or shy and shy......

I have to go back and study "The Self-cultivation of Actors", and I feel that the memes stored in my mind have been used up......

It wasn't until more than six o'clock in the evening that it was dark, and no one should come to the door, so Feng Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and carried the vegetable basket into the kitchen.

"Whoa......

With the sound of running water, Feng Yiming was cutting vegetables with his hands and feet, Feng Wei'an was washing vegetables carelessly, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "How did you think about what you said last night?"

"Secretary Zhang, this is a lion's mouth!" Feng Yiming said unhappily: "Why should I pay for the welfare housing of those professors and scholars?"

“……”

Feng Yiming glanced at his speechless father, and said mockingly: "Could it be that Secretary Zhang bought it in what name? If that's the case, I'll keep as many sets as he wants!"

How much can a few houses be worth? Zhang Changhe is the lord of a city, so it is impossible for this money not to be allocated, but since he privately asked Feng Wei'an to come to Feng Yiming to discuss, he naturally refused to pay for it, and Feng Yiming figured this out last night.

"If you want to buy it, you will naturally allocate money from the soon-to-be-established Qingping University, but this money is not so easy to allocated. Qingping University is a merger of several technical schools, agricultural schools, and tourism training schools, and there are too many gossiping people through conventional channels...... "Feng Wei'an is also quite helpless, this matter has nothing to do with him, but since Zhang Changhe opened his mouth, the meaning is naturally to let him find a way, after all, it is his son who is in charge."

"Don't suffer from widowhood but unevenness?" Feng Yiming figured it out as soon as he thought about it, the kitchen knife in his hand didn't stop, he turned his head to look at his father, knowing that he was afraid that he couldn't escape from this matter, so he could only agree first, "There are a total of twenty-six buildings in Green Shade City, and a maximum of twenty suites will be assigned to him......"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Wei'an hurriedly agreed, this number was less than Zhang Changhe expected, but he could finally explain the past, if the surname Zhang was not satisfied, let him come forward to talk to Feng Yiming by himself.

Feng Yiming lowered his head to chop vegetables, adjust the juice, and stopped talking.

The kitchen was quiet for a while, and only the sound of "aggressive" chopping vegetables and the sound of "zing" oil from the oil pan were heard.

After a while, Feng Wei'an, who was standing by the pool, looked at his son in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "Is the loss big?"

"Not big. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Feng Yiming, who was handling the spatula, glanced at his father, who had a serious expression, and shrugged, "What do you mean? Since you agreed, you won't regret it, are you still afraid that I will make trouble?"

There was silence for a moment before Feng Wei'an's voice sounded with a hint of alertness.

"Open an Internet café, create a technology company, a real estate company, a dairy company...... What the hell do you want to do?"

It has been a short time since he became the director of the Management Committee of Qingping Development Zone, even though Feng Wei'an still knows little about business, but he is sensitive to the fact that there seems to be something wrong with his son's series of business operations, and this doubt has been hovering in his mind for a long time.

At least, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, a company ranked among the top three domestic online games, a game that ranked first in domestic online games, money, fame, status, these things that countless people dream of, it seems that his son only needs to raise his hand, and it will fall into the palm of his hand, but he did not stop, and he did not even experience the vanity brought by those things in front of his family and friends.

Even if he is not very familiar with business, he knows very well that these two industries are very capital-eating, and in the case of their own roots are not very solid, rashly getting involved in these two lines is likely to lead to the rupture of the capital chain......

Feng Wei'an repeated, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" the spatula in Feng Yiming's hand flew up and down, "Why do you ask that?" a bit surprised...... This question came a little early. ”

"Or, what are you preparing for?" Feng Wei'an had a flash of inspiration, and he seemed to grasp something in his mind, "Why is it so urgent? Wanquan Real Estate, you can still say that it is because of Zhu Han, what about Tianhe Dairy? Do you know how big a dairy company needs to be?"

"Why is it so urgent, why ......" Feng Yiming muttered in his mouth, the spatula in his hand turned mechanically.

In the previous life, at the school gate, the group photo of the three of them in the hands of the senior sister who fell like a fallen leaf, the chubby cute baby in the photo, and the distorted faces of angry parents that can be seen everywhere on the Internet, scenes suddenly flashed in my mind.

But what worries him the most is that Yu Hai, the deputy director of the security department, privately sent a photo from other places, the young parents are kneeling in front of the small hospital bed, crying, the child in his arms is already blue and unconscious, and the doctors and nurses are surrounded by doctors and nurses, with a flat and natural expression.

The diametrically opposed mannerisms and expressions of the two groups of people turned this photo into a sharp arrow, stabbing Feng Yiming's heart suddenly.

At this time, Feng's mother, who smelled the burnt smell, suddenly appeared at the kitchen door and reprimanded loudly.

"What are you doing!