The shattered cup was still spinning on the floor, and the clear trills still lingered, and the air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

None of the people sitting next to Mr. Simon said anything, this is Simon's family matter, and they have no right to interfere.

The boy was freed from his vertigo, and the moment he was spinning in front of him, he maintained his standing posture steadily, ignoring the heat flowing slowly from his head, still maintaining his humble, careful, and expectant smile.

"Father, I've been bringing you some tea and pastries for more than two hours. ”

Mr. Simon glanced at the almost empty kettle on the coffee table in front of him, and then said indifferently, "Put things on the shelf next to you, and go out, no one is allowed to come in without my permission, including you!"

The boy carefully placed the tray that had spilled a little tea on the side of the shelf, where some small parts were placed, and there was a base, on which there was a small ornament that looked like a very shallow soup basin, and the middle was concave.

When you put some small bits and pieces in your hand, you don't need to worry about it "running around".

It wasn't a place to put a pallet, but it now carries a pallet that doesn't belong to it and shouldn't be carried by it.

"I'll leave first, father, and ......gentlemen," the boy bowed and left, closing the door without even the slightest sound.

The moment the door was about to close, the boy raised his head, and in the narrow crack of the door, his gaze met that of Mr. Simon.

A look full of disgust, Simon has never liked this child, if it weren't for the sake of getting on good terms with the locals as soon as possible, if it weren't for the sake of diluting the label of "foreigner" on himself, he would not have married an indigenous woman here and had a child at all.

A bastard, a bastard, or whatever, in his eyes, this child is just a prop, a prop to maintain his image in the eyes of the natives.

But with the addition of foreign forces, the merchants of the Federation, and the flight of Preton, these things became worthless, and he became more and more tired of this unpleasant child.

Compared with Mr. Simon's strong hatred, the young man's eyes were much simpler, with expectation, humility, and sadness...... And despair.

The boy never understood what he had done not well enough to make his father never like him, and if he didn't like him, why did he give birth to him?

Repeated efforts can only usher in despair again and again, and he seems to have understood that no matter how good he is, he is always just an unlikable child.

At the moment when the door was about to close, he bowed his head, as he had done countless times before, and Mr. Simon's eyes were taken away from him.

"Young Master......"

The butler was standing outside the door, he knew what was going on, but he couldn't do anything.

Compared with Mr. Simon, a foreigner, he actually has a better impression of the young master in the family, probably because the young master has at least half of the Nagalil blood in his body.

The young man looked at the butler, whose face had already been dyed red by blood, and he grinned, "Father still hates me so much. ”

The butler couldn't help but take out a handkerchief, press it on the young man's wound, and whispered comfort, "That's not the case, young master, in fact, ......", he wanted to make up something, but he found that no matter how he made it, he couldn't change this fact.

"Actually, the lord has been in a bad mood lately, you know, the Pretton trading house has closed down, and the Bailer people have come here to grab business. ”

The young man was unmoved, he just used one sentence, and the old butler was speechless, "I am his son......"

Yes, no matter how bad a person is, it is impossible for him to do such a thing, smash his son's head with a cup and let him get out, this is still in front of many outsiders.

No matter how you explain it, you can't hide the cruel truth behind these problems, Mr. Simon, the head of this family, just doesn't like his son, no matter how good he is.

The old butler didn't dare to say anything more, and he couldn't say anything, so the young man pressed the handkerchief with his hand, "Okay, grandpa housekeeper, don't worry about me, it was like this before, and it will be ...... in the future It's going to be like this, and when you get used to it, you don't feel anything terrible. ”

"Your head ......", the old housekeeper was distressed, but he saw with his own eyes that the little young master had changed from a big poop to what he is now, and the little young master was also very polite, and the housekeeper grandpa bought the housekeeper's heart.

But there are many and big problems between father and son, and he can only choose to remain silent.

At this time, I saw that the little young master's head was broken, and for a moment I really had an urge to ask Master Simon why he did this.

"It's not bleeding much anymore......", the boy loosened some handkerchiefs slightly, and he couldn't feel the new heat coming out of the wound, in fact, the opening was not big, but the blood flowed a little too much, which was scary.

Now after a short period of pressing, the bleeding stops.

The old housekeeper was still a little worried, "Young master, you go to the courtyard, and I'll ask the people in the family to treat your wounds......"

The boy nodded, "I'm sorry for you, and don't let my mother know about this matter." ”

The old butler nodded again, and left quickly, and the boy went to the corner of the courtyard, and found a place to sit, and after a while, a maid in her thirties came quickly, carrying a medical kit in her hand.

Sitting in the shade under the tree, the young man calmly looked at the street scene in the distance, and the sadness in his eyes could not be dissolved by the remaining sunlight.

"Thank you!", after the maid helped him take care of the wound, he turned back and thanked the other party for his efforts, and the maid also knew the situation at home, comforted the boy a few words and left.

Just as the boy was about to go back, there was some commotion outside.

Some young people gathered together, and they seemed to be arguing, as if they had something to do with foreigners.

He stopped and looked at it for a moment, then went back because he didn't find it interesting.

He knew that the last thing Mr. Simon liked was that he was associated with people who were not in tune, and he had few friends of his age.

He didn't know that at this time, he fell into the eyes of Mr. Simon.

"It's an indigenous ...... after all," Mr. Simon, who was in the room, took off the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, turning to look at the others.

This child, who was not liked by him, was quickly thrown out of his mind, and his main concern now was what the Federation merchants would bring and what would bring him.

"The United Development Corporation of Nagalil does not agree with our stake, and if we can't take a stake, it means we don't get a quota......"

The gentleman who was speaking was also not a local, but also a merchant from abroad but living in the country, "I have made some internal inquiries through some connections, and they also intend to take over all the import and export trade, as the trading house used to do. ”

"The big shareholders can export or import anything at will, and the minority shareholders have to import and export on quotas, and they are stricter than the Preton guys. ”

"If we can't join the joint development company and get some shares, it means that our goods can't get out, and the goods from outside can't come in, and we will immediately lose our way to make money. ”

Another gentleman knocked on the coffee table with his hand, he picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water, and took a big sip very ungracefully, "Have you contacted Lynch, I heard that our side has been assigned to his subordinates, why is he on an equal footing with those consortia?"

The others looked at Mr. Simon, who was still smoking by the window, and the child he hated had disappeared into the yard before he looked outside again.

At this time, the person behind asked, and he immediately nodded and replied, "I have already sent a message, no matter what, I will find a way to meet him." ”

"As for why he is on an equal footing with big business, perhaps it is because he represents the interests of the federal president. ”

His words made everyone else stunned for a moment, "What's new for you?"

"Nothing new, just speculation. Mr. Simon snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, walked back to the couch and sat down, and as he poured himself water, he said, "Lynch and Truman have a good personal relationship, and they also have a good relationship with the president. ”

"It's hard not to imagine if there would be some interest in each other, and you know, if it weren't for the president or Truman backing him behind Lynch, the big business wouldn't have looked at him. ”

Another asked, "You mean there's little hope, because we're not fighting for Lynch's share, but the president's or Trueman's share?"

Mr. Simon smiled noncommittally, he took the cup and drank it down, smoking for a long time, he was a little thirsty.

"But whether I'm right or not, this is our last chance, and I'll try my best, but we've got to be ready." ”

He muttered for a moment, "If things don't go right, we're going to evacuate Nagalil." ”

His expression was serious, which made some people a little uneasy.

After a few seconds, someone broke the uneasy atmosphere, "It's unlikely, you must know that we are not these natives, if they do something to us, it will only be the Federation that will lose face in the end!"

Mr. Simon thought for a moment and seemed to agree with him, but remained cautious, "I hope they will take care of themselves and their country, but I am always worried." ”

"Actually, we've made a lot of money over the years, so it's not impossible to take a step back. ”

"Being an apartment in China lacks some exciting life, but it's better to be stable, and I'm a little homesick," he says, looking up at a photo of his wife and his children in the cabinet in front ......of him.

They have the same blood, the same skin color, the same eye color, the same accent, and the same education......

That's his family!

That's his baby!