Chapter 78

Inherit the family business?

The young master of Xiangxin Catering?

Not only was Qian Xiuyuan stunned by the news, he was stunned for a long time.

Even the neighbors outside were stunned by the news.

The awkward atmosphere was immediately dispelled by the explosive news.

"Wow! The young owner of Xiangxin Restaurant!"

"Really... Really a rich second generation?"

"What a rich second generation? Xiangxin's market value is billions, Qian Xiuyuan is simply an invincible rich second generation!"

"I originally lived in an overpass to eat cabbage, but I got a windfall overnight... It's still billions."

"It's really enviable."

"Tell me, if I sleep under an overpass, will I become a super rich second generation when I wake up?"

"You? Whether you are a rich second generation or not, I shouldn't bother you to close the zipper door."

"Oh." The man hurriedly closed the zipper door.

The neighbors laughed together.

The corridors of the building were noisy and noisy, attracting the attention of many office workers passing by. Everyone was talking at once, just like bargaining for vegetables in a vegetable market.

Finally.

Qian Xiuyuan came back to his senses from the shock, raised his hand to touch his face which was numb from fear, and looked at the manager's name tag.

His tone was still hesitant and unbelieving.

Master... really got it right. 24pm 192pm

Is he really a rich second generation?

"Manager Sun. Are you sure the boss you are talking about is Qian Xi?"

"That's right." Manager Sun pushed his black-framed glasses with a smile, "Could it be that the son doesn't even remember his father's name?"

As the confidant who has been with the boss for the longest time, Manager Sun naturally knows what the boss is thinking.

"The boss has been talking about retirement and wants to hand over the company to you. He wanted you to study finance in Chicago when you were in college, but who knew you had your own ideas?"

"Fortunately, after all the twists and turns, you are still willing to return to Xiangxin. Xiangxin is the hard work of your parents, so it won't be cheap for others."

Manager Sun was talking about other shareholders of Xiangxin Enterprise. If Qian Xiuyuan hadn't taken over the company, the position of the helm would naturally have to be given to other shareholders.

"We are just waiting for the young boss to return."

At the end of the speech, Manager Sun patted Qian Xiuyuan on the shoulder as an elder, "Come on."

When Qian Xiuyuan used his hands and feet.

Chu Yueqing bought a cup of American iced coffee and drank it. He just took a sip. She frowned and looked down at the dark coffee, "It's so bitter."

It really just smelled good.

Seeing Qian Xiuyuan coming out, she threw the coffee cup into the trash can, and then looked at the Xiangxin Company behind him, and saw Manager Sun also looking at Qian Xiuyuan.

She smiled: "How is it?"

Qian Xiuyuan said in a trance: "It seems like I'm dreaming."

Chu Yueqing gave Qian Xiuyuan some time to digest it.

Half an hour later.

Qian Xiuyuan was ready to take Chu Yueqing to the opposite side.

"Wait." Chu Yueqing looked at the Internet company that also hung a golden sign, retracted her gaze, and asked, "Do you want to know why the boss asked you to do everything? And also pulled your colleagues to isolate you?"

"Of course I do." Qian Xiuyuan thought of the Internet company boss who deliberately isolated him.

There was still a lot of resentment.

"Master, could it be that the Internet company was also the work of my father, with the purpose of getting me back to the family?"

Although Qian Xiuyuan was young, he had a good brain.

Needless

to say, he figured out the twists and turns. The more he

thought about it, the angrier he got.

"If my father deliberately asked someone to suppress me, I would never and ever forgive him."

"You'll know later." Chu Yueqing looked at the faint black aura on Qian Xiuyuan's body and said thoughtfully, "You put on a show."

In the vegetable garden in the countryside, a couple wearing straw hats were planting cabbages. The middle-aged woman raised her hand and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeves. Looking closely, she was wearing pearl earrings on her ears, and her skin was not like that of ordinary rural women who were tanned by the sun and became rough and waxy, but rather delicate and fair.

"Lao Qian, remember to feed the pigs when you go to the pigpen later. Raise them to be fat and white, and kill them for Lai Fu to replenish his body."

"No problem."

The middle-aged man took a hoe and dug a hole with it. He took out rapeseed from his pocket and sprinkled it into the hole. The shiny gold watch on his wrist could be seen during the action.

"Alas, you are the worst. You should have told Lai Fu that he would inherit the family business, but you forced him to suffer outside." Zheng Caixia thought of the photo sent by the detective yesterday, in which she saw her son curled up under the overpass, eating cabbage for three meals a day.

God knows how painful it was for her to see that scene.

"If my son has any winter melon and tofu, I will only ask you!"

Qian Xi was also heartbroken, and dug another hole in the soil and scattered rapeseed, "What do you think I want? He insists on making some online game. What kind of market prospects do you think it can have? Everyone likes to play video games now."

As he said this, he raised his head, "Don't you like it too?"

"Then...then there is no need to argue." Zheng Caixia followed behind, pouring water with a flower pot in each hole, "I don't understand you. You obviously support my son's entrepreneurship. Didn't you secretly invest tens of millions in the network research and development company where he works?"

"You hired people and started a company. But you didn't let your son know your good intentions, you."

Zheng Caixia became more and more angry as she spoke. She threw the flower pot into the soil and pulled Qian Xi's ear to scold, "Be careful that you will die without a son!"

"It hurts! Honey, please let go quickly. If you pinch it and it turns red, it will be a waste for others to see." Qian Xi tilted his head and carefully protected his ears. He had no choice but to speak out what was in his mind.

"He quarreled with me and ran away from home. I saw that he was so strong-willed, so I secretly funded him."

"Set up a company for him and see if he can achieve results. If not, tell him the truth about inheriting the family business."

At this point, the couple sighed together and sat down on the ground.

Blaming each other.

"When the restaurant was established, I told my son to be honest with me, but you refused to tell him."

"Sister, my son is already over ten years old, how can I tell him? He is about to rebel. All my friends' children become bad, take drugs, and go to nightclubs when they have money."

Qian Xi sighed, "Do you think I don't want to tell you?"

They were born in poor families, and anyone would be overwhelmed by their sudden wealth.

"Adults are also very rich, let alone ten-year-old children?"

They are afraid of being poor, and they will spend money suddenly when they have money. If they are not prepared, their minds will be distorted.

Qian Xi was not blinded by the temporary prospects, and she considered her children more.

"Business is not always smooth sailing. When a business is just starting out, it may go bankrupt at any time. It is easy to go from luxury to simplicity, but it is difficult to go from frugality to luxury."

"Later, when the business is stable, you can tell us." Zheng Caixia also agreed with her husband's concealment of the family situation at the beginning. After all, except for the money flowing into the bank card, the family's life has not changed much.

The same work in the fields, the same insistence on taking time to accompany the children, and the same simple meals. Zheng Caixia thinks simple meals are better for the body, and the vegetables and pork are all raised by her family.

"It's even worse." Qian Xi sighed, "People see different scenery when they are at a high place. I don't know what other people saw, but all I saw were terrible things."

"The wealthy businessman who was laughing and talking yesterday jumped off a building today because he was in debt of 10 billion due to investment failure."

"The business is not stable, how can you say that?"

Zheng Caixia became more convinced as she listened, "You are just afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind. We agreed to talk after our son graduated from high school, but you let our son study finance and he wanted to study programming. In the end, you gave in again."

"Then I don't want the pressure at home to restrict his dreams! After thinking about it, it doesn't matter whether he studies finance or not. Anyway, both of us, my husband and I, have no education, so we can all become rich, right?" Qian Xi argued.

"I'm so mad at you. You can tell me that the kid graduated from college, right?" Zheng Caixia's face flushed with anger, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"I told him, but I was worried that he couldn't accept it for a while, so I hinted to him." Qian Xi stretched out his hand, showing a golden Rolex, "The latest model, I bought a watch to hint to him."

"What did he say in the end?"

"Dad, don't wear a fake watch, wait until I make money and buy you a real one."

To be honest.

Where did the father and son have such a deep hatred?

Qian Xi felt sorry for the child and did not stop him from pursuing his dream.

In her heart, she also wanted to see how far Qian Xiuyuan could go.

He has not been extravagant in life in recent years, and he just needs enough food, clothing and daily necessities. Hundreds of millions is totally worth it.

As for why he didn't say it openly,

Qian Xi also wanted to save face and couldn't bring himself to reconcile with his son.

"The old guys in the company are all pushing their own children to the top." Zheng Caixia thought about it and took off her straw hat. "I don't care about you. I will go and talk to my son myself. Why should we give up the hard work of my husband and I to others?"

"Let's see. If my son still sleeps on the overpass the day after tomorrow, I will arrange a Rolls-Royce to pick him up to buy a villa." Qian Xi lit a cigarette and took a breath. "Give him another two days. If he can't write a game to sell, I will force him to go home and inherit the family business."

"This time, whether he is willing or not, I will not allow him to sing a different tune."

"This is my good husband." Zheng Caixia was very happy when she thought of the future.

"We have been operating for so many years and have not made other big investments. Even if we lose money, it will be enough for him to live a comfortable life in the second half of his life."

Suddenly.

A villager from the same village came over and shouted anxiously, "Old Qian! Old Qian!"

"I'm here!" Qian Xi waved.

The villagers were so anxious that they jumped to their feet and came to the vegetable garden to pull him, "Why are you still here? I just heard that something happened to your Lai Fu in Kowloon! He committed suicide in the company and asked my son to send a letter back."

"What? Suicide!" Qian Xi trembled all over, and the ashes fell to the ground with a thud.

"Suicide! Impossible! How could Lai Fu commit suicide!" Zheng Caixia didn't believe it, and her face turned pale in an instant.

The villagers hurriedly let them go, "We've called a taxi for you, go and have a look!"

The couple, trembling, rushed to the Kowloon Network Company without changing their clothes and wearing straw hats.

"Son, son, if you go, mom will die." Zheng Caixia kept wiping her tears, and when she opened the door of the company, she heard the voices of gloating from the office.

"Serving tea and water, increasing his workload, enslaving him and deducting his salary from time to time."

"And deliberately let him stay alone to work overtime."

"Brother Cong, you said that we should squeeze Qian Xiuyuan out, but now he has been forced to a trance. Are we doing a good job?"

Another person made a tut-tut sound. "

Qian Xiuyuan looks so careless when he walks. I wonder if he is suffering from depression or if he will have an accident."

"If he has an accident, it's his fault. If he dies, it's none of our business. Brother Cong, right?"

Brother Cong is the boss of the Internet company in name only.

As for the other four employees of the company, they are all his relatives.

"Well done! As long as we get rid of Qian Xiuyuan, the company will be ours!" Brother Cong laughed.

He believed that as long as Qian Xiuyuan couldn't build the Internet company,

he could continue to be the boss of the company and make great achievements.

Another staff member said with envy and resentment, "Not all rich people are idiots? They have a family business but they don't want to inherit it, but they want to imitate others to play with their passionate dreams."

Everyone in the Internet company knew Qian Xiuyuan's background. In fact, they deliberately excluded Qian Xiuyuan and treated him coldly, and they were complacent.

See, don't the second generation of rich people have to listen to their instructions?

"Who cares about them." Liang Cong said proudly, "Anyway, as long as Qian Xiuyuan is gone, we can do whatever we want with this company." As soon as

he finished speaking.

The door was kicked open with a bang.

Liang Cong saw that Qian Xi's arrogance suddenly subsided a lot, and he was stunned, "Boss...Boss."

When Qian Xi heard about his son's life in the company, he was so angry that he grabbed his boss by the collar. The pain of losing his son made him heartbroken, and his eyes were about to burst. "I asked you to help me look after my son, and this is how you do it?"

Zheng Caixia also picked up a small hoe and hit Liang Cong hard, going crazy. "Give it back to me! Give Xiuyuan back to me!"

Liang Cong's bones were hit, and he dodged in pain and made excuses: "No, Mr. Qian, tell Madam not to be so angry. You want Young Master Qian to come home and inherit the family business. He told me about his resignation yesterday, and the result is good. Don't worry about the process."

"The process?" Qian Xi was furious and slapped Liang Cong in the face.

"I saw that you graduated from Harvard, so I hired you to be my boss and asked you to help my son make games! If he can't make games, you just whispered something in his ear and asked him to go home! How dare you hurt him?"

Qian Xi regretted his decision.

He said.

How could his usually smart and sensible son commit suicide for no reason?

It turned out that he was bullied by this bunch of trash. He had heard of depression, and if it was serious, he would lose control and want to die. Those words at the door just now seemed to pierce his heart.

Being deliberately ignored and isolated, and having endless work. The industry that his son entered with passion turned out to be so dark.

How could he see the light of life?

How could he not want to commit suicide!

Qian Xi pulled Zheng Caixia, who had hit someone, to lock the glass door and called the police. He told the police that no one inside who had hurt his child could escape!

After that, the couple leaned against the glass door and cried because they were too sad.

Qian Xi regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. His heart felt like it was being cut repeatedly by a blunt knife. Tears streamed down his face.

He regretted his decision to hide it from his son.

"It's a good thing that my son wants to pursue his dream. Now that I have opened a company, I won't tell him for the sake of face."

"How can face be more important than my son's life?"

But what's the use of regret?

His son is already dead.

Zheng Caixia cried heartbreakingly and went to hit Qian Xi while wailing.

Manager Sun saw the boss and his wife sitting opposite crying, and walked out dumbfounded, "Boss, why are you sitting here crying?"

"Little grandson, little grandson." Zheng Caixia cried out of breath and got up, holding Manager Sun's hand, "Some people said that my son... committed suicide in the company, where is the body?"

"I want to collect my son's body."

"Young boss?" Manager Sun was puzzled, "No, the young boss just brought milk tea and said that the boss invited employees."

"Milk tea?" Zheng Caixia was stunned, tears hanging on her face.

"That's right." Manager Sun looked around, "It was here just now."

The sound of sneakers stepping on the floor rang out.

Tap tap tap.

Slowly and rhythmically.

A faint and cold voice rang out.

"We are here."

The three looked over. The

fair-skinned girl was holding a cup of milk tea, biting the straw methodically, with her fluffy hair draped over her shoulders, a strand of hair draped over her nose, she blinked and smiled.

"Are you scared? Let's see if you dare to do it again in the future."

The young man standing beside her, at a loss, was Qian Xiuyuan.

He looked at his father who was sitting on the ground in dismay, and said helplessly, "I'm... I'm sorry."

"Son!" Zheng Caixia rushed to him, hugged her son in her arms and cried with joy, "Why are you saying sorry? We are the ones who are sorry to you."

Qian Xi looked at his son who had come back to life, and stood up in a daze, "It's okay. Dad was wrong. You can do whatever you want in the future. Dad fully supports you."

Several people found an office in Xiangxin Company and sat down.

Three hours later.

Chu Yueqing told Qian Xiule that he had a tendency to be depressed. “I was just trying to scare you this time. What if it really happens? Is that what you want to see?”

“There is no medicine for regret in the world.”

After this, Qian Xi realized the seriousness of the problem and admitted his mistake sincerely. “Master, you are right. Xiuyuan was the Internet company I brought him into. If he hadn’t met you by chance, Caixia and I would have lived in regret for the rest of our lives.”

He originally wanted his son to gain experience, but who would have thought that it would become his son’s death warrant?

Chu Yueqing warned: "In short, you must pay attention to Qian Xiuyuan's psychological condition."

"I have contacted the best psychiatrist in Hong Kong to treat Xiuyuan." Qian Xi no longer dared to be careless. As soon as he was sure that his son was okay, he contacted the psychiatrist.

Now, the psychiatrist is on the way without stopping.

As for the several people in the company who persecuted Qian Xiuyuan, the police just took them away.

Qian Xiuyuan and Zheng Caixia went to the police station to cooperate.

As soon as the voice fell.

Zheng Caixia called.

Qian Xi was emotional, his eyes widened like copper bells and he was furious, "They falsified their academic qualifications? Sue! Ask the best lawyer to sue! Let them stay in jail for life!"

Chu Yueqing gestured to his phone.

Qian Xi had great respect for the master who saved his son, and had no idea that the master was only about the same age as his son.

"Tell Qian Xiuyuan to answer the phone." Chu Yue shook her milk tea cup, her voice cold.

There was a noise on the other end of the phone, and then it was Qian Xiuyuan's voice.

She smiled.

"Do you feel better?"

Qian Xiuyuan shook his head embarrassedly, looking at the five people in handcuffs at the police station, "Much better."

He was angry that his father concealed the family situation.

But when he learned that his father still spent tens of millions to open a company for him, his grievances and resentment dissipated by half.

Now the instigator is sitting in the police station, and he learned that the cold violence had nothing to do with his father.

He completely released the pent-up anger.

"Is there still light in life?" Chu Yueqing asked again.

The young man smiled shyly: "There is light, I just saw it."

He knew that Master Chu saved him.

"Thank you, Master."

"Well, if you still want to make online games in five years, then go for it." Chu Yueling smiled. In the millennium, the Internet began to slowly become popular.

Qian Xiuyuan's eyes welled up with tears again, and he sniffed.

"Master, you are my lifelong benefactor."

The Qian family sent a special car to send Chu Yueling back to Temple Street, and Qian Xi respectfully wrapped a big red envelope.

Chu Yueling only took two bills from the red envelope.

Seeing that Chu Yueqing was unwilling to charge more, Qian Xi felt very guilty, "If Master has any problems in the future, just say one word and the Qian family will go through fire and water for you."

"Including Xiangxin, as long as Master is willing to drive, all consumption will be free."

He was stupid.

How could money measure his son's life?

"I charge so much, not because I want something else." Chu Yueqing put two hundred yuan into the pocket of her woolen coat, "No life is a reason to ignore."

So.

Whether you have money or not.

If you meet her,

you will save her.

Qian Xi was deeply moved, and at the same time, he remembered that he had not fulfilled his father's responsibility and felt extremely guilty, "Master is right, I will pay more attention to Xiuyuan's situation in the future."

Waiting for the luxury car to drive away.

Chu Yueqing tapped her back, shook her head, and sat down at the small table.

The neighbors who had just followed her out also came back.

They all talked about Qian Xiule with envy.

Who would have thought that the poor boy sleeping on the overpass could be a rich second-generation?

"I'm so jealous. I want to sleep on the overpass tomorrow. Maybe my family will feel sorry for me and stop hiding my family background."

Another neighbor also said happily, "That makes sense. Give me a try."

Chu Yueqing poured out the cold tea, opened the thermos and made a pot of hot tea. After sitting down, she squeezed the teacup and said with a smile, "Who's next? We can continue fortune-telling."

"It's me."

A hand was raised in the crowd.

The neighbors all looked over.

The young man was wearing a tight black fitness suit, revealing his muscular body. He was tall and walked briskly, even raising his arms to pose halfway.

This caused a bunch of housewives in the crowd to scream in delight.

The man saw that his goal had been achieved, and he smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.

"I am the owner and coach of Serta Gym, and the address is just upstairs from the Tangshui fortune-telling stall. Everyone is welcome to come to the gym to work out."

He said.

He adjusted his posture again, put his fist against his forehead, raised his eyes, and smiled, thinking he was handsome.

"Come and buy lessons from me, and you'll get a 20% discount."

That's right.

The man's real purpose was not fortune-telling at all, but to take advantage of the active flow of people at the fortune-telling stall to promote himself.