The shaking was so great that Ying Zijin stopped.
She took off her headphones: "Well, what's wrong?"
"Look, look there!" Xiu Yu was very excited, "Look right in front of you!"
Ying Zijin held his head and looked in the direction she said.
It was a large screen where Qingzhi often announced the students who won awards or received disciplinary punishments.
But at this time, a photo of a person was posted.
A young man in a blue suit, about twenty-four years old.
There was a name and introduction next to it, but Ying Zijin didn't read it.
There was nothing special about it, and she wasn't very interested.
“Ahhhhh!” Xiu Yu was still going crazy, “Shang Yaozhi, Shang Yaozhi is coming to our school! Ahhhhh I’m dead!”
Ying Zijin raised her hand to hold Xiu Yu down to prevent her from fainting: "Well, who?"
"Shang Yaozhi! The youngest movie star in the entertainment industry!" Xiu Yu was a little surprised, "Dad Ying, don't you use Weibo? How come you don't know him?"
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment.
When she goes on Weibo, she mostly watches food live broadcasts and recipes, or pet bloggers.
By the way, increase the number of reposts of the video edited by Mr. Zhong.
"Wow, no, no, Dad Ying, I want to introduce you to my idol." Xiu Yu pointed at the big screen, "Shang Yaozhi, he is 24 years old this year, debuted for seven years, and won the Golden Flower Award last year."
"Among the young actors born after 1995, he is the only one who won the Best Actor award. Isn't that amazing?"
Ying Zijin had never been exposed to these things before, so he responded, "It's pretty impressive."
"I didn't expect that he would come to our school to give a speech. Why is the principal so rich lately?" Xiu Yu suddenly slapped his forehead. "I forgot that he graduated from the art class of our school and later entered the Imperial Capital Drama Academy."
Forget it, she took back the praise she had given the principal.
"I never met him when I was in the imperial capital before." Xiu Yu added, "Dad Ying, let's go to the lecture together and I'll help you get the tickets."
Ying Zijin paused for a moment, then took back her words that she didn't want to go.
Anyway, I can sleep during the lecture, but it’s uncomfortable without a pillow.
Xiu Yu was very excited: "Dad Ying, you must not know yet, Shang Yaozhi is actually a three-dimensional star. There is a drama of his this summer, I must watch it."
A triple-talent star refers to a star who has a hand in the film, television and music circles.
Hearing this, Ying Zijin took another look at the big screen.
Not as good-looking as Fu Yunshen.
Forget it, I won’t watch it.
——
The old house of the Fu family.
Mr. Fu's health has improved a lot recently and he doesn't fall into a coma so often anymore.
However, because the toxins have not been cleared, there are still considerable hidden dangers.
When Ying Zijin was treating Mr. Fu, he fell asleep and had no idea what the treatment was.
Fu Yunshen's original intention was to hide it from Mr. Fu so that he wouldn't worry too much.
The fifteenth of every month is the day for the Fu family to gather.
On this day, even if they didn't get along on the surface, they had to go back to the old house and have dinner with Grandpa Fu.
Although Mr. Fu is in poor health, he still holds a lot of shares in the Fu Group and several large industries.
This means that even if some people with ulterior motives want to make some moves, they can only do so in secret and have to behave themselves in public.
Mr. Fu has four sons in total. In his lineage alone, there are ten brothers and sisters by the time of Fu Yunshen's generation.
This does not include the families of Mr. Fu’s brothers.
So every month there would be dozens of people gathering at the Fu family’s old house for family gatherings.
Fu Mingcheng really disliked family gatherings, because every time the other families came to the Fu family's old house, they would pull him aside to ask questions, and there was no lack of flattery and fawning.
But he is Mr. Fu’s eldest son, so he has to entertain these people.
"Mingcheng, your sons are really more promising than each other." The one who spoke was a noble lady, with an envious tone, "I heard that Yihan has set up his own company, it's not small. I heard that he has established a relationship with a big family in the imperial capital?"
Fu Yihan is Fu Mingcheng's eldest son, the eldest young master of the Fu family, and the eldest grandson of Mr. Fu.
Fu Mingcheng was very impatient, but he couldn't say it out loud.
But he was very pleased to hear Fu Yihan being praised, and he just nodded calmly: "You're overpraising me, Yihan is just doing it casually, and his company is just a small workshop, not something that can be seen by others."
"Hey, that's not an exaggeration." The lady laughed, "Yi Han is so capable. In the future, the Fu Group will definitely flourish under his leadership, and the old man will be happy too, unlike some people..."
As she spoke, she changed the subject and said contemptuously, "You're idle every day, going to places of entertainment, and who knows when you'll do something immoral and bring shame to the Fu family."
"It's really strange. They have the same father and the same mother, but why are they so different?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the living room couldn't help but stop what they were doing.
Naturally, they knew who the lady was talking about.
Who else could it be besides Fu Yunshen?
Fu Mingcheng didn't react when he heard the previous words.
But when he heard the last sentence, his expression changed and became terrifyingly gloomy.
"I was wrong, I said the wrong thing." The lady's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to make amends, "Mingcheng, I speak frankly, please don't mind it."
Fu Mingcheng glanced at her coldly and ignored her this time.
The lady didn't look well.
It was almost time for dinner, and the Fu family members were all sitting at the dining table, waiting for Grandpa Fu to come down.
At exactly six o'clock, footsteps were heard upstairs.
Mr. Fu walked down the stairs slowly, holding on to the stairs. Fu Yunshen followed beside him, helping him from time to time.
Seeing this scene, Fu Yichen snorted coldly: "You only know how to please Grandpa, but you don't have any ability at all."
Mrs. Fu, who was standing next to him, heard this and told him to shut up.
Fu Yichen didn't say anything else and watched coldly as Fu Yunshen sat down on the right side of Mr. Fu.
As long as Fu Yunshen is there, Fu Mingcheng cannot sit in that position.
Halfway through the meal, Mr. Fu suddenly put down his chopsticks.
His every move was being watched, and when he stopped, everyone else stopped as well.
"Everyone is here today, so I just happened to talk about something." Mr. Fu coughed and said lightly, "My health is gradually failing, so there are some things I will explain in the near future."
Hearing these words, the faces of the Fu family members at the table changed.
But several of them showed happy expressions.
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Fu Mingcheng frowned and said calmly, "Why are you sitting here and saying these depressing words?"
"You know whether it's discouraging or not." Mr. Fu glanced at him and said, "Today, I will announce one thing first."
He waved his hand, and the professional manager who had been waiting for a long time understood and immediately stepped forward and handed over a document.
Mr. Fu put on his reading glasses, flipped through the documents, and said, "I plan to divide up several of my businesses."
Hearing this, Fu Mingcheng was tempted, but he still restrained himself.
When the old man wanted to divide his property, he naturally started with his eldest son.
However, Mr. Fu's next words made Fu Mingcheng's face suddenly look ugly.
"I'll leave this Imperial Fragrance House to Yun Shen."
Not to mention Fu Mingcheng, the expressions of other members of the Fu family were not much better.
Fu Yichen immediately spoke angrily: "Grandpa, are you getting old and confused? Yuxiangfang is the signature of our Fu family. You give it to a playboy? Aren't you afraid that he will squander it all?"
"Yichen!" Madam Fu scolded, "How dare you say that about your brother?"
Mr. Fu looked over with a cold expression.
"Grandpa, it's okay." Fu Yunshen raised his eyes, smiled cynically, and said casually, "I don't want it. You should give it to someone else."
Fu Yichen sneered, and dared only lower his voice to mock: "You do have some self-awareness."
"If Xiao Qi doesn't want it, then leave it for now." To everyone else's surprise, Mr. Fu had no intention of giving Yuxiangfang to anyone else. "Then let's eat today and talk about it another day."
Everyone had different feelings after the meal, and after the meal, the other families left in a hurry.
Fu Yichen followed Fu Mingcheng into the study and exploded all of a sudden.
"Dad, I really don't understand. How is my eldest brother not better than Fu Yunshen? And why did grandpa bypass you and give Yuxiangfang to him?"
Fu Mingcheng said nothing, his brows furrowed.
"Dad, why do you think grandpa likes a playboy so much?" He was puzzled and even more angry, "Is grandpa blind? Can't he see the goodness of my eldest brother?"
"Don't say such things anymore." Fu Mingcheng said sternly, "Especially in front of your grandfather. You are not a child anymore. Can you think before you speak?"
Fu Yichen's arrogance suddenly disappeared: "I just can't stand him."
Fu Mingcheng waved his hand: "At least your grandfather didn't give away Yuxiangfang today."
After a pause, he continued, "Call your eldest brother."
Fu Yichen's eyes lit up and he went out happily.
Fu Mingcheng was still sitting in the study. After a while, he took out the key, opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper, and his expression gradually became cold.
——
After Mr. Fu rested, Fu Yunshen didn't stay in the Fu family for long.
He got into his Maserati and prepared to return to his single apartment in the city.
As soon as I put my hands on the steering wheel, the phone on the seat rang.
It’s not a smart phone, but a pure black mobile phone.
No caller ID.
Fu Yun took a deep look and answered: "What's wrong?"
The person on the other end was breathing rapidly and didn't utter a word for a long time.
Fu Yun's peach blossom eyes narrowed and his smile faded: "Speak."
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