"Do you remember? I came back when you were ten years old. We had a lot of fun playing on the lawn that day, and I even took you out to buy things." Feng Zhicheng sighed after saying this.
Feng Zhiyao sat there blankly, muttering to himself about why things had turned out this way.
Lu Feng looked at the two of them and said, "Let's have dinner together tonight. After all, we're family."
Feng Zhicheng nodded, and Lu Feng pulled Feng Zhiyao to his feet and walked outside.
The two of them drank some wine at the dinner table. Instead of talking about the present, they talked about the past, about the flowers, plants, cats, and dogs at home. Feng Zhiyao chatted happily, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
After a few rounds of drinks, Feng Zhicheng raised his glass as if he had made a big decision. Looking at Feng Zhiyao, he said, "I was emotional in the meeting room that day, and those words really hurt you. No matter what, we are brothers. Blood is thicker than water. I apologize to you."
These words immediately moved Feng Zhiyao, who quickly picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
After a long heart-to-heart talk, the two parted ways. Lu Feng knew that some things couldn't be rushed and needed to be done slowly. The next morning, Feng Zhixiong couldn't wait any longer and called Feng Zhiyao directly to request a new will.
On the phone, Feng Zhiyao didn't mention the will at all. Instead, he kept questioning whether he had any humanity left. He said that even if he had to give up his inheritance rights, he would never give them to Feng Zhixiong.
In the past two days, Lu Feng also communicated with the hospital and agreed that Mr. Feng's condition must not be mentioned to anyone other than Feng Zhiyao, and a confidentiality agreement was signed.
Because Mr. Feng's medication regimen varied daily and could change every few days, it was normal for him to suddenly pass away in this condition.
After signing the confidentiality agreement, Feng Zhixiong became anxious because he knew nothing about Mr. Feng's situation. He was afraid that Mr. Feng would suddenly pass away and the will would become effective.
Two days later, in the conference room of the Sun Hung Kai headquarters building, the three Fung brothers gathered again. During these two days, Fung Chi-shing stayed at the old Fung family house, chatting with Fung Chi-yiu about the past. Fung Chi-yiu also gained a different understanding of his second brother.
“Things always need to be resolved. I was entrusted with this by Mr. Feng, so I can’t let him down. These past few days, some tabloids have been reporting on who they’re talking about, even though they haven’t named names. Anyone with eyes can see who they’re referring to. I still hope things can be resolved as soon as possible.” Lu Feng, sitting at the end, said, “You three brothers talk.”
“I’ll say it again: make a new will. I’m the eldest son in the family, so according to the rules, I naturally have the greatest right to distribute the inheritance. Besides, my father wronged my mother in the past, so Zhicheng and I should get more. As the eldest brother, I’m not bullying Zhiyao, but my father has already said this before.”
“My father made three wills and a divorce agreement. The first and second wills clearly stated that the company's shares should be given to me, and the divorce agreement also mentioned the distribution of property. These are all strong pieces of evidence in court.” Feng Zhixiong placed copies of the materials on the table and spoke with conviction.
The most recent will was made two years ago, a year after Feng Zhiyao returned.
“Yesterday I also received some news that the family’s former maid said that Dad’s health was very good before you came back, but it started to decline after you came back. This will was also forced on Dad by you. You made a big fuss about dying back then, so he had no choice but to make it,” Feng Zhixiong added.
Lu Feng had expected these words to provoke Feng Zhiyao, but to his surprise, Feng remained calm and simply said, "What else can you do besides slander? You just find people to give false testimony and then sue Dad after he dies. Brother, I'm very disappointed in you. You just want me to give up, don't you?"
Feng Zhiyao sneered at Feng Zhixiong, thinking how ridiculous and shameless this older brother, who was more than ten years his senior, was.
“I’m not saying you should give up. Let’s talk things over and resolve this properly. I’d like to suggest that you give the management of the company to the one who is best at managing it, and split the annual profits equally among the three of you. Also, split the house and car among the three of you.” Li Zhaoji, who had been quiet all along, suggested.
Feng Zhiyao ignored Li Zhaoji's words and said, "I will not give up my rights, but I will transfer the portion of the company shares that I inherit in my will to my second brother. I have said that I don't want anything. I just want to tell you that money is not everything in this world. People must have a conscience to live!"
“No, no, no, what’s rightfully yours will remain yours. I’ll only take what’s rightfully mine. Besides, I think it’s too disheartening for Dad to discuss the inheritance while he’s still alive.” Feng Zhicheng said to his eldest brother, “The third brother is right. One should have a conscience. I don’t want to talk about this again before Dad passes away.”
When Feng Zhicheng said this, Feng Zhixiong and Li Zhaoji were both dumbfounded, staring at him in disbelief. What kind of agreement had these two reached in private?
When Feng Zhixiong saw that the two had joined forces, his expression turned somewhat ugly. He glanced at Li Zhaoji, clearly indicating that today was not the time to force a resignation.
“Then let’s leave it at that for now. Zhiyao, you’re not young anymore. You need to think things through before making any decisions. Don’t just listen to what others say.” After saying that, Li Zhaoji looked at Lu Feng and said, “And you can’t be childish.”
Feng Zhiyao's reply was equally blunt: "You'd better mind your own business."
Outside the conference room, Feng Zhiyao and Feng Zhicheng walked very close, with Feng Zhiyao whispering to his second brother, a smile appearing on his face from time to time. Even Lu Feng, who was following behind, was a little puzzled. In just two days, what kind of magic potion had Feng Zhicheng given him to make their relationship develop to this point so quickly?
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