"It's nothing," Han Fei said, ruffling Han Chengda's hair.
In the past, Han Chengda would have slapped Han Fei's hand away long ago, but this time, he could only look helplessly at his grandfather.
I don't know when it started, but Grandpa developed this wicked habit of ruffling their hair whenever he had nothing to do.
Even Xiaoqi wasn't spared. When Xiaoqi was naughty, Grandpa would ruffle her hair, and Xiaoqi would always get angry and stomp her feet because her pretty hairstyle had turned into straw.
"Grandpa, please don't take this to heart!"
"Little one, are you worried about Grandpa? Grandpa is very pleased. Before, you seemed to want Grandpa to go bankrupt."
"Well……"
"Your expression means you're admitting it?"
Han Chengda's eyes flickered.
"Don't worry, Grandpa still has someone to rely on back home."
"Does Grandpa have powerful backers?"
"This is not something a child like you should be worrying about."
"Grandpa, relying on others is not a long-term solution. What if our support collapses or runs away?"
Han Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "So, does the young master want to become his grandfather's backer?"
Han Chengda was taken aback.
"It seems not." Han Fei waved his hand listlessly: "Go play with the children, I'll meet up with the new director later."
Han Chengda watched the old man's departing figure, staring at his shoes with one high and one low heel, and pursed his lips tightly.
He has gradually forgotten that his grandfather was lame.
Because the grandfather, who used to make a living by collecting garbage, was always hunched over, but at some point, he stopped walking with uneven feet and no longer hunched over. Instead, he straightened his back and, with the help of his shoes, looked like a normal person.
He doesn't look like an old man; he looks more like a perpetually energetic young man.
When he used to drive a breakfast cart, he would make hundreds of steamed buns every day, and Grandpa never seemed to feel tired.
How could I not be tired?
Grandpa has always worked hard to support this family and strive to raise his children well.
He's already quite old, how much longer can he keep going?
At this moment, the old man, who was originally upright and looked energetic, seemed to have aged in Han Chengda's eyes, and had become an old man with a hunched back and uneven feet.
Han Chengda felt a lump in his throat and took a deep breath to control his emotions and stop crying.
Grandpa is getting old; it's time for him, the eldest grandson, to take over the family!
He wanted to be his grandfather's pillar of support, not someone who depended on others and lived at their mercy!
Although I don't know who my grandfather's backer is, relying on others is definitely not as reliable as relying on your own people!
He originally planned to pursue a career in charity when he grew up. He always believed that the misfortunes his family had suffered were due to insufficient good deeds. In addition, he was particularly empathetic when he saw those pitiful people, and this empathy made him want to do something for them and contribute to charity.
But now he has changed his mind. Perhaps it was a conversation with the new dean that made him realize that simply participating in charity work does not help those suffering people much; it is just a drop in the ocean. Only by becoming a person in power can one decision change many, many things.
He empathizes with and pities others, but neglects his closest relatives. Perhaps he didn't truly accept his grandfather before, so he couldn't see his hard work and sacrifices, and even felt that whatever he did was his duty and that he owed everyone.
Now that he has truly accepted his grandfather and seen his hardships, he naturally won't care about others anymore. His priority is to be a good eldest grandson, a good elder brother, a pillar of the family, and a trustworthy person!
If Grandpa were to ask him now, "So, does the youngest brother want to become Grandpa's support?"
He would definitely nod without hesitation, nod vigorously.
...
Meanwhile, Han Fei had arrived at the new dean's door and politely knocked.
"Come in."
Han Fei pushed open the door and saw a roguish young man.
He was sitting with his legs crossed, grinning smugly, and said, "You're much more polite than your grandson; at least you know to knock."
Han Fei found a chair and sat down, saying calmly, "It seems you don't know how to entertain guests or respect elders. I need to ask your father how he teaches his children."
"Tsk! I admire you for being able to contact him."
Han Fei immediately called back, and it was a video call.
"Mr. Han, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Nothing much, just asking how my old buddy's appetite is lately?"
"With the candied fruit and candy you sent, his appetite has improved a lot."
"That's fine, I'll hang up now."
The young man who used to cross his legs changed his posture. He now looked like a kindergarten child, with his legs together, his hands on his knees, and his eyes wide open.
"I forgot, I wanted you to have a word with your dad, but you seem to have trouble getting in touch with him."
"You...you have his work phone number?"
"Hmm, isn't that obvious?" Han Fei shrugged.
"You and that old man are on good terms?"
His father was that old man's secretary. He usually kept his personal phone switched off except for his work phone, and he strictly forbade his own son from making work calls to harass him!
Now look what's happened! He can't contact his own son, but this old man can contact him so easily! My face hurts!
"What... exactly is your background?"
Han Fei smiled and said, “I wholeheartedly agree with what you said to my eldest grandson: scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, with merchants always being ranked last.”
"But, ancient imperial merchants were an exception, weren't they?"
“I’ve been very low-key. The donation was only 30 million, not 100 million. Or, you don’t know that I donated 100 million to the country to build rockets. You can ask your father. Maybe he won’t answer you. After all, your father is a very meticulous person. He might even sternly instruct you not to tell anyone.”
"The Han Group is indeed being eyed by many people, and it is indeed a big fat sheep. I am quite looking forward to them making their move. This way, they will have a reason to raid the family and wipe them out. After all, every time they arrest a few corrupt officials, they can squeeze out a lot of money, right?"
"The Han Group is more like bait than a fat sheep."
"Young man, you're still too green. You're qualified to be the director of an orphanage, but not a university dean."
Slap! Slap! Slap! Each word was like a slap in the face!
The new hospital director only felt pain in his face; it hurt terribly!
His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg, vividly demonstrating his utter astonishment.
He had no rebuttal whatsoever; this scene seemed all too familiar.
Just now, he broke down the boy's defenses, word by word.
The next moment, the boy's grandfather came to seek revenge!
He felt utterly ashamed.
"Ahem, Mr. Han, have some tea!"
"Am I qualified to drink the tea here?"
"What are you saying? I was worried that you wouldn't like my tea. It's not very good tea, please don't mind it."
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