After Qin Jian left, Wilson, a 1.9-meter-tall man, slid down to his knees in front of his father with a plop, "Father, I'm sorry!"
"I shouldn't have brought Qin home without my father's consent, nor should I have brought him into the armory."
Selman looked at his youngest son with a headache.
The youngest son was born late, so except for the shares, all other valuable properties were basically divided up by his brothers.
So since Wilson was born, he had no intention of training him to prevent him from developing a competitive mentality and offending his more than 20 brothers.
As long as you don't rebel, being a little stupid and useless will make you more likable.
If more than twenty brothers could give Wilson a little something from their fingers, it would be enough for Wilson to live a carefree life.
"Do you really consider this Oriental man a friend?"
Wilson instinctively wanted to deny it, but he did feel that Qin was capable, rich, generous to him, and would praise him...
"Father, didn't you also say that Mr. Duang's matter had nothing to do with Qin?"
Wilson had previously tried to find out whether Qin Jian was related to Du Ang's disappearance. It was Selman who asked him to do so.
Wilson himself did not think that Duang's disappearance had anything to do with Qin.
It’s not that he trusts Qin Jian so much, but Qin Jian doesn’t have the ability to make Du Ang, a capitalist tycoon, disappear.
Selman: "Even if he didn't do it, it's definitely related to him."
Wilson felt that his father's arguments were a bit unreasonable and he refused to accept it.
He has no money recently and has few friends around him.
Qin is the only friend who can pay him.
Selman's eyes darkened slightly. "Did he ask you to take him to the armory?"
Wilson: "I promised to broaden his horizons and pick out a few guns for him."
Selman: "Did he hint to you?"
Wilson: "He didn't suggest it was me who brought it up."
Selman didn't believe that Qin Jian didn't give any hints, he only believed that his son didn't notice the other party's hints.
He sneered and asked, "What did you say in the armory?"
Wilson: "I introduced him to the types of firearms and demonstrated the process of assembling a firearm."
Selman: "What did he say?"
Wilson straightened his chest and repeated Qin Jian's words loudly and proudly.
They are all praising him!
That’s right, as the late-born son of the former head of the Rockefeller family, he has more than twenty outstanding brothers to compare with!
He is a person who has never been truly praised for his great abilities and abilities. Those descriptions were all for his brother and had nothing to do with him.
He was praised by others, but what they praised was only the added value he brought because of his identity.
Qin was different. In front of Qin, he was not the most useless and worthless son of his father in the eyes of everyone.
What he boasted about was what he could do, the abilities he possessed, and who he was as a person. It had nothing to do with his identity or the Rockefeller family.
Selman still didn't quite understand. "I'm just flattering you, and you take it seriously?"
In Selman's opinion, as his son, Wilson would never lack such flattering words since he was a child.
Wilson looked disappointed. "In my father's eyes, these are just Qin's flattery of me?"
Selman paused. Compared with other children, Wilson was indeed much inferior.
Wilson, whom Qin Jian praised, was so ordinary in his eyes that he couldn't be more ordinary.
Isn't it natural for someone who has been assembling real guns as toys since childhood to be proficient in gun assembly?
Our company is in the arms business, so isn't it normal for us to know everything about the goods we sell?
Wilson got up from the ground, his heart shivering.
He knew that he was a useless son in his father's eyes.
But facing this fact in person, he was still very sad.
Wilson, who was hurt by his father's attitude, paid more attention to Qin, the only person who appreciated him.
“Father, Qin is my good friend, my only friend, I hope you won’t target him.”
Selman: ...
"Because he can please you?"
An unintentional rhetorical question stabbed Wilson's heart again.
Qin's praise of him was regarded by his father as flattery and currying favor.
Couldn't it be that he is good enough?
“Father, if you target him, I will be angry.”
Selman laughed angrily. This was the first time Wilson had contradicted him because of an outsider.
He even wondered if his youngest son was starting to like men.
…
Qin Jian, who was picked up by Shi Wushuang, confirmed in the car that it was indeed Wilson who notified Shi Wushuang to pick him up.
Shi Wushuang looked strange. Uncle Wilson really had always valued Qin Jian and had always treated his nephew-in-law Qin Jian better than his niece.
"Did you spend a lot of money on him? I'll give you the money."
In Shi Wushuang's opinion, Qin Jian's contact with people like Wilson was simply to consolidate her position in the Rockefeller family.
Given Wilson's background, a little money could not impress Wilson at all.
Qin Jian: "Why are we two different people talking about different things?"
Shi Wushuang felt a little sweet in his heart, but he did not give up the idea of supplying Qin Jian.
It's just a change of name.
Qin Jian stroked Shi Wushuang's belly with a gentle look. A five-month-old belly, and pregnant with twins, looked quite big.
In three or four months, he will be able to see the children.
A soft look appeared in Shi Wu's eyes. The children were happier than her. At least their father really loved them.
A few days later, Shi Wushuang gave Qin Jian a surprise.
Qin Jian got a chance to "go to school".
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