Early in the morning, in the garden downstairs of Chen’s mansion.

Chen Xixiang took Chen Guotai to practice boxing.

Accompanied by the starting move, the sound of the fist scriptures came from the father and son:

"A watermelon... is round and round, chop him... in half, you come... he is half..."

The one who plays Tai Chi.

Chen Guotai looked at his son suspiciously and asked, "Have you really practiced boxing?"

Chen Xixiang smiled and said, "Of course, that's why I asked you to practice too. After all, you are in poor health."

Chen Guotai was practicing Tai Chi with a decent appearance and said, "Even if this practice of boxing is really useful, you are only allowed to practice at home and not to go out for me to compete!!"

Speaking of the second half, the tone has risen by octave.

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Chen Xixiang was typing, and he was practicing, and his cell phone rang.

I saw Chen Bao notes at first sight.

"Chen Bao?"

While Chen Xixiang was muttering and searching for the memory of his predecessor in his mind.

Chen Guotai, who was playing Tai Chi, heard this name and snorted coldly, saying:

"Chen Bao? Your friend, you are really going to go home, and you are sincerely angry with these young models from the club every day?"

Chen Xixiang was stunned.

It turned out to be the second-generation playboy friend of the predecessor.

But when he was about to refuse, he had already remembered the image of Chen Bao in his mind.

That face...is another image of a character in a movie drama in the previous life.

"What movie is this Chen Bao?"

Chen Xixiang thought in his heart.

Since it is possible that it is another movie plot.

Then...get to know.

He answered the phone.

Immediately, the silly man's accent of Yan Zhao Dadi rang out from the other side of the phone:

"Hey~ Mr. Chen, I heard you are back?"

Chen Xixiang was still recalling this person's identity and simply recalled the word "yes".

There was already a smile on the other side and said, "Since you are back, how can you not get together?"

As he said that, he said "Oh":

"You said it was a coincidence that Siqi also came back from Yundian. The last time you went down the mountain and went home was a year ago. I haven't met for a year. At 8 o'clock in the evening, I happened to make an appointment with Siqi on Crown KTV. Let the three of us meet."

After saying that, the phone was already hung up.

He couldn't remember the plot of the movie this person was just now, but when the other party said "Siqi", another image flashed through his mind.

Thinking of this, he immediately searched for the news.

Sure enough, I saw:

Wanbao Shengtai speculation lost 1 billion yuan and went bankrupt, and the disappearance of Chairman Lin Yuanxing became a mystery.

After practicing a set of boxing, my father Chen Guotai came over and glanced at Chen Xixiang in confusion:

"You kid cares about this kind of business news, too?"

Wanbao Shengtai is an investment company.

The boss Lin Yuanxing started from scratch, which was similar to him.

However, the company's size is not worth mentioning compared to its Yuantai Group.

But my son had a good time with Lin Yuanxing's son.

Not only is it just a good play, it is simply a temperament.

His son likes to practice Taoism and martial arts.

Then Lin Siqi also puts a good family industry not to inherit it, but prefers tourism.

Now his father is bankrupt. I heard that this kid is still traveling in Yundian, mainland China.

A thirty-year-old still accomplished nothing.

Of course, Chen Xixiang was not interested in this business news.

What he was interested in was the rich second-generation Lin Siqi in his memory, who whispered to himself softly.

"It's indeed this movie..."

A rich second-generation has been in a state of confusion for 30 years. Because his father suddenly went bankrupt, in order to regain his alcoholism, he wanted to prove to his father that he was no longer useless, and then chose to participate in the MMA mixed martial arts competition in the port.

In just a few months, the story of transforming from an ordinary person to a boxer.

And Lin Siqi in his mind was this rich second generation.

That is the protagonist of that movie.

After putting the phone in his pocket, Chen Xixiang thought to himself:

"In just a few months, I can grow from an ordinary person to a professional boxer player. Well, I am a big talent and I am a talented person to practice boxing. I should practice internal boxing with me."

This person is qualified and has a great disciple who is in charge of the door.

…………

A few days later.

On the street of a slum in Port City.

There was dirty garbage everywhere, vehicles were parked randomly, four or five of the ten street lights were not on, and the only ones were still flashing.

On the side of the road, a middle-aged man grabbed a folding chair and smashed it around, as if a frustrated beast was roaring: "Why do you look down on me, one by one...why do you look down on me!"

Crack ~~

The glass of an innocent van was smashed through the crazy Lin Yuanxing.

The boss of the barbecue stall where he was was alarmed, but he didn't dare to go over and see it.

In front of the van.

Lin Siqi was also angry when she saw her father like this and shouted: "Dad, when will you make a fuss?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence stimulated Lin Yuanxing.

These days, investment went bankrupt, lost one billion yuan, the business empire collapsed in an instant, countless debt collectors, countless rolled their eyes, ridiculed and mocked them.

All the emotions accumulated turned into anger towards this incompetent son:

"Lin Siqi!"

"When I was thirty, I had already had a lot of sky!"

"Where are you? You still don't know what you should do!"

He grabbed his son's neck, and roared in pain like every old father in the world, and hated him for nothing:

"You can't do anything, what will you do!"

He cried bitterly, his voice hoarsely, and he grabbed his son and shouted:

"It's useless, you're useless!!"

Lin Yuan is as excited as crazy as a demon.

Bang!

Lin Siqi was pushed and hit in the van by him.

Huh ~

Lin Yuanxing gasped and his eyes were in pain.

When he succeeds, his son can do nothing, can be idle, can let him waste his thirty years, and can still play when he is at the age of thirty.

But now, he is gone.

Lin Siqi, who is already thirty years old, still has nothing.

Without him, what should Lin Siqi do in the future?

He is resentful and angry.

I blame my son for not being able to support his own sky early.
To be continued...