Chen Jianye?

Fang Wenxue was stunned instantly, he had heard this name!

He went out drinking with friends last month...... I've heard this name, who is it......

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Fang Wenxue remembered.

Damn, isn't that the only son of the secretary of Linjiang City?

Fang Wenxue was stunned, but Chen Rong and Fang Wendao didn't react in particular, they frowned and asked, "Chen Jianye, what for?"

"Oh, I didn't do anything, Mom and Dad, let's eat. Fang Cheng glanced at Hua Haihui helplessly.

Chen Rong still had to ask in detail, and Grandpa Fang Cheng spoke: "For the New Year, eat well, don't talk about this matter again." ”

As soon as the old man spoke, everyone calmed down and chatted.

It's just that the atmosphere is obviously lively, Hua Liang and Fang Wenmin keep toasting Fang Wendao and his wife, and there are talking and laughing for a while.

On the contrary, Fang Wenwen's family of three on the side didn't know what to say.

After a while, Fang Cheng smiled and lifted Hua Haihui's ear, got up to go to the bathroom, he walked out of the living room, the bathroom was far away from the place to eat.

Seeing Fang Cheng leave, Fang Yuanhua's heart that had been carrying it was slightly lowered, and he was frightened by Fang Cheng's eyes.

It's horrible.

He couldn't help but look at his father, his father's strange reaction just now, he analyzed that his father should have heard of this person, and asked, "Who is Chen Jianye?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Cheng's parents and Hua Liang's family of four also paid attention, and Fang Cheng's grandparents swallowed a mouthful of food and listened to Fang Wenxue's answer.

"Who is it? His father is the secretary of Linjiang City, who do you say?"

Fang Wenxue said angrily.

"Forehead......" Fang Yuanhua was stunned, he just studied better, where had he come into contact with people of this level.

For a while, the table was a little quiet, and they were all shocked.

Grandpa Fang Cheng has always been proud of Fang Yuanhua, and Fang Yuanhua is also his favorite grandson. But grandson Fang Cheng solved the problem of his second son's literature scratching his head with a phone call, not to mention getting acquainted with the secretary's son.

can let this kind of second-generation help, which also means that Fang Cheng is a friend in his positioning.

A trace of remorse crossed the old eyes of the guide, this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Fang Yuanhua and Fang Cheng compared, the gap was too big.

Hua Liang, Fang Wenmin and Hua Haiyan glanced at each other a few times, their eyes all revealed shock, and their hearts were tumbling with emotions, Fang Cheng's friend was so big?

Hua Haiyan was even more determined, knowing that her work had been settled, and there would never be a mistake, she picked up a piece of fish and meat, and even had the motivation to eat, and her emotions of emotion and gratitude were rolling, planning to wait for the New Year, and she would definitely thank her cousin Fang Cheng.

On the contrary, Hua Haihui had no scheming, and she didn't understand why the adults were suddenly silent.

Fang Cheng's mother Chen Rong clicked her mouth, swallowed a piece of pork, glanced at Fang Wendao, and made a decision in eye contact between the two.

Go back and have a good interrogation!

Fang Cheng returned to the dinner table, and suddenly felt that everyone's eyes were very strange, and the atmosphere was strange, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, what did cousin Hua Haihui say again?

But the crowd didn't mention it, and he didn't ask, and ate as usual.

Fang Wenxue no longer talked endlessly, no longer arrogant to his eldest brother Chen Wendao, but with a look of envy, he wanted to say something, but he muttered for a while, but he didn't open his mouth after all.

People, you can't compare.

I used to think that my son was the best, but in the blink of an eye, the gap between my son and nephew Fang Cheng was clearly visible at the time of a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Speak without brains, reckless and eyeless, look at others, how steady and calm.

Not to mention that he and Chen Wenjian are still good friends, it is very possible to be in politics in Linjiang, stay in a few years of qualifications, and sit in a leadership position.

Although he has a little property, what is the comparison when he is old?

It's not about how much net worth is, and it's not how beautiful my wife is.

It's the next generation!

He lost badly in this regard.

Thinking of this, he raised his wine glass again, looked at Fang Wen and said, "Big brother, I respect you for this cup, and I wish my eldest brother a smooth work and good health in the New Year." ”

Chen Rong sat and felt that her body was fluttering, refreshed, so refreshing!

Every year for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, their family is educated and counted.

If you are weak, you will be bullied, Fang Wenmin is a junior high school teacher, and her husband Hua Liang is a company executive, and his life can barely enter the middle level, so Fang Wenxue does not need to mention it.

has been in business for more than ten years, and there should be a net worth of tens of millions.

I work as a weaver in a small factory, and Fang Cheng's father is also a small employee of a small company, and the two of them don't talk about their status at the dinner table, and they don't even listen to the speaker.

You say you're right?

Then why are you so poor, and why do you still live in a dilapidated old house?

But at this moment, in Chen Rong's head with no culture, a poem suddenly sounded: The spring breeze is proud, the old lady and son are amazing!

She smiled and looked at the scene at the dinner table that was completely different from previous years.

Fang Wenxue never said anything disdainful of his eldest brother's work, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Fang Yuanhua's eyes were round when he saw it, he understood why his father was so condescending, but he felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, there was no one at the dinner table to care, and Fang Yuanhua's feelings were not only because of the shock brought by Fang Cheng, but also because of his own nonsense, which made people have no desire to talk.

Hua Liang also lost the fan of the company's leader, with a smile on his face and a hint of compliment in his words.

Even Fang Cheng's grandfather joined the small talk with a smile, expressing his satisfaction and satisfaction with his second son Fang Wendao for the first time, as well as his expectations for his grandson Fang Cheng.

This encounter was something that Fang Cheng's father and Fang Wendao could never have imagined no matter what.

Look at the Son and respect the Father, about the same.

For a while, Fang Wendao had a smile in his eyes, whether it was Fang Cheng's grandfather's policy, or the second uncle Fang Wenxue, or Hua Liang and Fang Wenmin, they were all obviously much more friendly.

Especially Fang Wenxue, from just now, he spoke cautiously, for fear that any sentence would make Fang Wendao unhappy.

Chen Rong was really proud to laugh on the side!

Twenty years ago, it was not even respectful to look at the father and the son. And now, look at the Son and respect the Father!

She felt comfortable, but after returning home, she still had to interrogate her, and Chen Rong was also very puzzled in her heart, how did her son know Chen Jianye?

People are the sons of secretaries, where can we ordinary people get acquainted, and ask people to help so abruptly, will it seem abrupt?

Chen Rong was a little worried, her son Fang Cheng wouldn't use up his friendship because of this one thing, right?

What she didn't know was that Fang Cheng was already a professional-level mid-level martial artist, and in terms of social status, he was actually slightly higher than Chen Jianye.

And Fang Chengcai is aged, more than half a year after graduating from high school, and he is nineteen years old!

It is only a matter of time before he advances to the professional level in the future, and with the strength of a professional-level martial artist, even if he is the secretary of Linjiang City, he must be cautious and dare not slack off in the slightest.

Fang Yuanhua sat silently on the side, it wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but he didn't dare. That bird of prey's tiger-like eyes, he couldn't say what it was, anyway, he was afraid, like a herbivore seeing the king of the jungle predator, it was the gap in the chain of life.

He didn't know that it was murderous, and it was the ruthlessness of martial arts.

This Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, accompanied by the sound of artillery outside the window, continued to sound, and the sound of color TV still playing in the living room ended slowly and quickly.