Grandpa Yu took a deep breath, exhaled through his nasal flare, and his face turned red and his neck thickened.
Han Fei smiled and poured him a full cup of tea: "Have a cup of tea to calm down. Don't let a small thing cause you to lose more than you gain. Compared to three hundred million in cash, losing a factory is a relatively smaller loss, isn't it?"
Grandpa Yu took out a thick stack of documents from his leather bag.
Han Fei glanced at it: Share Transfer Agreement.
As expected, the old man was shrewd and had long anticipated his intentions.
"You can ask Big Ears for the remaining 20%."
Big Ears is the owner of the OEM factory and was once one of the old man's capable subordinates.
Han Fei smiled and took out another share transfer document from the drawer, which was for the remaining 20%.
Old Master Yu laughed in exasperation: "It seems that Big Ears has lost touch with me."
"It's not his fault. If it goes to court, the old man will lose at most 300 million, while he could very well be convicted of fraud and go to jail."
Yu Xunteng was the one who gave the orders, and the factory owner was the one who carried them out. However, the factory owner could not produce any evidence that Yu Xunteng was behind the scenes, so all the blame would fall on his shoulders alone.
Suppressing the goods and having the "golden tongue" taste them—it all seems like a setup orchestrated from the start for the secret recipe. Plus, since he's the legal representative, it's hard for him to escape responsibility.
Grandpa Yu picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "You have achieved your goal, congratulations."
Han Fei kindly reminded: "Excessive temperature may cause a certain degree of heat damage to the digestive tract mucosa. The damaged surface layer of the digestive tract mucosa will slough off and renew. If repeated heat damage occurs, it will accelerate the rate of cell proliferation, thereby increasing the possibility of mutation, which may lead to cell carcinogenesis. The International Agency for Research on Cancer classifies very hot drinks above 65°C as Group 2A carcinogens."
I remember in the book, when the real young master of the Yu family returned to the Yu family, the old man had already passed away. The cause of death was esophageal cancer.
Grandpa Yu disagreed: "When I was young, I was known as someone who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Now that I'm older, I can't live without alcohol and I'll become an old drunkard. So I use tea instead of alcohol and pay attention to health. If you don't drink tea hot, you lose the aroma of the tea."
At this moment, Chen Meilan brought afternoon tea: two cups of milk tea, a plate of meat buns and scallion and pork rolls.
"Boss, Xiaoqi wants milk tea. The ones you buy outside are all creamer. I made it with your tea leaves and fresh milk, and I added artificial sweetener."
Han Fei smiled and nodded: "You're very thoughtful."
Han Fei pushed the milk tea in front of Grandpa Yu: "Try this."
“I don’t drink it, that’s for little kids.”
"The tea is good tea, and the milk is good for calcium, which is good for us old people. Now that we're old, aren't we just like old children?"
Grandpa Yu thought it made sense and took a sip of the milk tea.
The milk tea wasn't too hot because it was for Xiaoqi. Chen Meilan used a thermometer to check the temperature, afraid of burning the child.
This was the first time Grandpa Yu had ever drunk milk tea. As he drank it, his furrowed brows relaxed: "No wonder the child likes it."
"The meat buns and steamed rolls are also good, want to try some?" Han Fei took a meat bun and started eating.
Grandpa Yu originally intended to refuse to eat out of spite, after all, his grandson had fled the country because of these two ridiculous prescriptions.
Smelling the aroma of the meat buns and seeing Han Fei enjoying them so much, Grandpa Yu finally couldn't resist and picked up a meat bun to eat.
As I get older, I've become more prone to cravings since quitting smoking and drinking.
The old man had a craving for food, and he didn’t believe it before, but after experiencing it firsthand, he realized that it was truly uncontrollable!
They ate one dish after another until the plate was empty.
Grandpa Yu let out a burp, looked at Han Fei who was smiling and drinking tea, and asked, "That's all?"
Han Fei chuckled: "Still not full?"
He's already burping; this old man can really eat!
"I'm full, but I want to take some back with me."
"You're not being polite to me at all, taking food and taking things with you."
Grandpa Yu said angrily, "You took the factory, can't I even get something back?"
"That's all for today. Come back tomorrow if you want some."
"I'm not coming!"
Grandpa Yu stormed off in a huff.
The next morning, Han Fei opened the courtyard gate and saw Old Master Yu standing in front of the gate with a stern face. He immediately asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
Han Fei raised an eyebrow: "Not yet, the steamed buns just came out of the oven, we're about to eat them."
Grandpa Yu's eyes lit up: "I didn't eat either."
Han Fei laughed out loud: "Come in, let's eat together."
For several days in a row, Han Fei would open the courtyard gate early in the morning to let in fresh air, and he would always see Old Master Yu waiting at the gate. He didn't know when he arrived, but he never knocked and just stood there waiting.
Grandpa Yu had initially resented Han Fei, but after coming to Han Fei's place for breakfast these past few days and getting to know him better, he became more at ease about the factory's affairs.
Perhaps it was because he was getting old and his heart had softened. Looking at Han Fei and the seven children, he was glad that all of his grandson's plans had failed. He could hardly imagine what kind of life the seven children would live after losing their only elder. Old Master Yu gradually felt guilty towards Han Fei.
Seeing that Old Master Yu was becoming more and more cheerful and no longer drinking tea like wine in one gulp, Han Fei knew that he had let go of the factory matter. So he took an opportunity to accidentally spill milk tea on Old Master Yu's clothes.
"It's alright, it's alright, I'll just wipe it off."
Han Fei insisted, "Let's change our clothes. We're getting old and easily catch a cold."
Unable to dissuade Han Fei, Old Master Yu had no choice but to find one of Han Fei's clothes to change into.
When he was changing clothes, Han Fei was surprised: "You also have a fish-shaped birthmark, almost identical to the birthmark on a young friend of mine."
Grandpa Yu froze as he buttoned his shirt, staring blankly at Han Fei.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
“I said, I once saw a birthmark that was almost exactly the same as yours. He is now my eldest grandson’s tutor, and he’s not much older than my little darling.”
"How old is he? What year was he born? Where is he now?"
"You've bombarded me with all these questions, I don't know which one to answer. My eldest grandson is going to his house in the suburbs to see him today, why don't we go together and see him, then you can ask him yourself."
"Go! I need to see him, immediately!"
Yu Xunteng was always disappointed because he didn't have the same birthmark as his grandfather and father. In fact, Grandpa Yu was also worried about it.
He considered getting a paternity test done several times, but his daughter-in-law stopped him each time, saying she was afraid it would hurt the child's feelings. The child was already very sensitive about this kind of thing, and if a paternity test was done, it would create a barrier in the child's heart.
But this matter remained buried in his heart, becoming a knot in his soul. He always felt that the child didn't resemble him at all when he was young. However, sometimes when he looked at her, she seemed to be from his daughter-in-law's family, so he thought maybe she resembled her mother more than her father, and he stopped thinking about it too much.
But now, a child has suddenly appeared with the same birthmark and is the same age as Yu Xunteng, which makes people wonder.
Grandpa Yu finally met the real young master in the suburban house. At first glance, Grandpa Yu was convinced that this was his grandson, even before he had seen the birthmark.
"So alike! So alike! It's so similar!"
"Old Yu, take a deep breath, don't get out of breath." Han Fei patted his back.
After calming down from his emotional outburst, Grandpa Yu gazed deeply at the young man before him, reminiscing about his deceased wife.
The child's features are strikingly similar to his wife's when she was young, especially her shy and timid demeanor—they are practically identical!
"Quick, let me see the birthmark!" Old Master Yu reached out to unbutton his shirt.
This terrified the naturally shy and timid young master, who immediately fled behind Han Fei and hid, crying out, "Grandpa Han, save me!"
He thought he had encountered a perverted old man.
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