Feng Guosheng looked at the old man, thought about it, and then sat down.
Qian Lao said, "Before asking, I would like to ask a few questions first."
"Did Qin Wanwan come from you or the research institute?"
…
Neither!
It was arranged by a few kids.
Feng Guosheng said in his heart, and said on the surface, "Is there any difference?"
Mr. Qian thought for a moment and said, "It really makes no difference. It's the same no matter who sent them."
Feng Guosheng felt that something was wrong with him, and slowly, he realized it.
Mr. Qian didn't seem surprised at all that someone was targeting him.
...
...
He asked out loud.
Mr. Qian glanced at him, and that look seemed to be saying, isn’t this a stupid question?
The rocking chair slowly rocked, and he looked at the ceiling and said slowly, "Isn't it only a matter of time before I'm discovered? I have more than a hundred lives in my hands."
"More than 20 years."
"The research institute is not a pushover! There are many people who are secretly eyeing me, but they have no evidence, so they can't do anything to me. I have always been cautious and careful in doing things..." Old Qian said with pride and regret: "No one can get any evidence against me."
"More than 20 years ago, I was ready to be discovered at any time. This day has come a little late."
Even though he had been mentally prepared since he came in, Feng Guosheng was still aroused at this moment: "Why!"
He was extremely angry, why?
Mr. Qian!
This old man!
I have been personally received by the leader! I have been admired and praised by the world!
Even Feng Guosheng is proud of him!
Yet he did such a thing. He looked at the glass display case angrily, "Mr. Qian is really a man of love, a comrade, and a good man. It's also true that he donated his property in the 1980s! These are all true, right? All of this is enough to show that you are a man of great love! I don't understand why you did this?"
"You are already over 80 years old. I'm not going to say this disrespectfully. In a few years, you may be buried in peace, revered by the world. But you have done all this. Do you know what will happen to you after you are buried?"
“You will be cursed!”
"cast aside!"
"disdain!"
"You will become a negative example!"
Feng Guosheng was very sad! Really sad! This old man had won countless honors in his life, a level that many people could not reach! But he wanted to destroy it all with his own hands!
"Has anyone among us done anything to offend you?" This was the only reason Feng Guosheng could think of.
"On the contrary." Mr. Qian said slowly, "It is precisely because no one has wronged me that I want to do this."
"Feng Guosheng, you are still young. You have not experienced that era, so you don't understand that feeling..."
"No money, no weapons, no equipment..."
"In that era when there was nothing, we could only resist and fight with our bodies."
Mr. Qian looked at the display case with a look of melancholy in his eyes: "Those people all left in this way."
"There were my childhood friends, brothers who swore to serve the country together, and comrades who brought their families with them, but in the end they all left me. There are many such people. I have also been to the battlefield, but I am a scholar after all, and I am not as good as them! I still remember that they held hands and saved each other's lives to protect the elderly, the weak, women and children."
"At that time, I thought, if all the Chinese were like this, accumulated from generation to generation, then China would have no worries. For this reason, I became a businessman. I worked hard to provide these people with equipment and weapons. Until such a day lasted for a long time, I realized that this was not going to work."
"Because I will die one day. Once I die, who will provide these? There are many businessmen in China, but I dare say there is no one who can be as selfless as me."
"Then, I started to think of a solution. Maybe God was helping me by letting me meet Zhuang Shu."
Back to the 1990s, she became rich through scientific research
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