Ten o'clock in the evening—

Fu's Mid-Level Villa, Hong Kong.

The driver drove and took Fu Jiajun to the front door. The wide iron door slowly opened and the black BMW sedan slowly drove in.

As one of the most luxurious villas in the Mid-Level Villas, the area of ​​the Fu Villa is quite large. The parking lot alone is as big as a football field. The private garden with various rare flowers and plants is thousands of feet long and wide. For many ordinary Hong Kong people, such a large villa is hard to imagine, especially many Hong Kong people can only rent a small house of more than ten square meters, worrying about the monthly rent every month. This shows the gap between the rich and the poor in Hong Kong.

The BMW car stopped in the parking space. As the Fu family's private driver, Axiang looked at Fu Jiajun who was leaning against the back of the car, quickly got out of the car, opened the car door, and then greeted Fu Jiajun, "Young Master, you're home."

"Oh, so fast!" Fu Jiajun stumbled and opened his slightly drunk eyes. He drank a little too much at the banquet today.

It was slow to get off the car and staggered when I stepped on the ground. If Axiang hadn't had his quick eyes and quick hands, he would have reached out to support him, Fu Jiajun would have almost fell to the ground.

"Young Master, do you want me to help you in?" A Xiang said carefully.

Fu Jiajun was drunk and waved at him, "No, I'm not drunk yet. I was just accidentally tripped by a stone just now, uh--"

Fu Jiajun did not enter the villa immediately, but instead blocked his mouth with his hands, sniffed a few breaths, and felt that the alcohol was not too strong. He turned his head and asked Axiang, "Uncle Xiang, does the alcohol smell strong on my body?"

"This..." A Xiang hesitated for a moment, then rubbed his hands and said, "Young master, you'd better go in and take a shower first!"

"Oh, that's it." Fu Jiajun waved his hand at him again, "You go and rest, thank you for your hard work!"

Axiang hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Fu Jiajun was at the door and quietly watched to see if his father Fu Yunheng had already rested.

Recently, the old man is not in good health and always sleeps very early. He used to like reading books, and he could see eleven or two o'clock at a glance.

It's okay if he didn't look over. As soon as he leaned into his head, he heard someone in the hall say, "Come in, don't look over."

No need to guess, it was Fu Yunheng's voice.

Fu Jiajun is miserable.

Because according to the family motto of the Fu family, those with his status and position must not be too drunk in public, especially Fu Yunheng is very strict in educating his children, believing that drinking is a mistake, especially when he is in a high position, he must be even more careful and must not drink too much. This is easy to say the wrong things and do the wrong things.

Like a child who made a mistake, Fu Jiajun scratched his head with his hands and walked into the room and into the lights and bright hall.

Under the huge crystal chandeliers, there is a row of beige white Italian leather sofas, and a crystal coffee table in the middle. Compared with the Fu family’s old mansion in Macau, this villa has a much modern decoration.

At this moment, Fu Yunheng was sitting upright on the sofa, wearing black silk sleeping clothes, cotton soft-soled shoes, a towel in his hand and reading glasses, and was carefully wiping a beautiful blue and white porcelain vase.

Fu Jiajun tiptoed to the opposite side of Fu Yunheng, trying to get away from the old man so that he would not smell the smell of alcohol on his body.

But before Fu Jiajun's butt had fallen on the sofa, Fu Yunheng said to him without raising his head: "Why sit so far? Come over."

"Oh, you haven't rested yet?" Fu Jiajun walked over with trepidation and sat next to the old man.

Fu Yunheng still didn't look up and wiped the bottle with a towel, "Have you drunk?"

"Well, there are too many people, I just drank a little bit of it." Fu Jiajun hurriedly explained.

"Is it a little bit, or a lot?"

"It's... a lot. Uh--" Fu Jiajun didn't dare to lie anymore and told the truth.

"Sister Juan, go and get him a bowl of sobering soup." Fu Yunheng ordered Sister Juan, who was serving next to him.

Fu Jiajun knew that Sister Juan’s status at home, so she was not an ordinary servant. She basically served the old man and did not serve them younger generations. I guess the old man said this to embarrass himself, so Fu Jiajun hurriedly said, "No need, Sister Juan, I just drink tea, haha! I'm working hard!"

Fu Yunheng then raised his head and said to Sister Juan who was waiting beside him: "Then you just pour him a cup of tea."

Sister Juan nodded and went to pour tea.

Fu Jiajun looked at the old man, scared, and said nothing, "Bad, your vase is getting more and more beautiful."

"How can the blue and white porcelain from the Kangxi year be beautiful?"

"Ahem, I can't appreciate this." Fu Jiajun glanced at the large number of antique porcelain placed in his hall. For him, these things were too old and far less pleasing to the eyes than calligraphy and paintings.

"So I don't plan to let you inherit these antiques," said Fu Yunheng. "After a hundred years, I'm afraid you will sell all these treasures."

Fu Jiajun smiled and said, "You are too worried about me, how is that possible? If you give it to me, I will not let it go. I will take a look at you occasionally and miss you."

"You are quite filial!"

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"What do you think?" Fu Yunheng wiped the vase and placed it carefully on the shelf.

"This... you don't want my sister to inherit these antiques, right? I think she pretends to be like me, but she might sell it to you as soon as you throw it to her." Fu Jiajun asked shamelessly.

Fu Yunheng sat down, Sister Juan brought the tea, each with a cup of tea.

Fu Jiajun felt really thirsty, so he picked it up and drank it in one breath, then put it back on the teacup. Seeing that his father was still staring at him, he hurriedly sat down honestly and pretended to be a good boy.

Sister Juan picked up the teapot, filled the empty tea, and then put it in front of Fu Jiajun. Fu Jiajun wanted to drink it, but she didn't dare to move.

"I won't give you these antiques, nor will I give you Qingying." Fu Yunheng said slowly.

"Then who do you give it to? Could it be...you want to give it to Qingrou?" Fu Jiajun was a little surprised.

Fu Qingrou is his sister and the youngest child of the Fu family. She is eighteen years old this year. However, because of an accident when she was a child, her intelligence has always remained at around thirteen years old. She is considered a person who is worried about the whole family of the Fu family.

Fu Yunheng sighed, "I'm not worried about you and your sister. Your sister is light and capable, and has a beginning and end to do everything; as for you, although you are a little lazy, it's also good to be a rich family who eats, drinks and has fun..."

Fu Jiajun's face turned red, "Dad, you look down on me too much. In fact, I am also very career-oriented... ahem!"

"As for Qingrou, she is the youngest and the least ignorant. She is still like an innocent little girl. The only person I worry about in a hundred years is her. Do you understand this?"

"I understand, really!" Fu Jiajun nodded quickly, "So don't worry, dad, I will leave my sister to me for taking care of you in the future. I will definitely make her happy and have no worries about food and clothing!"

Fu Jiajun is not talking big. Whether it is him or Fu Qingying, both of them are very concerned about this sister. Even though they fought to the death for the inheritance of the family, they treated their sister Fu Qingrou in the back, but they were the same.

Who is Fu Yunheng? He could tell whether what he raised was true or false when he heard it. Seeing Fu Jiajun being excited and swore to take good care of his sister in the future, he couldn't help but feel relieved and nodded at Fu Jiajun, "It's good that you can have this idea. To be honest, I'm not sitting here tonight to scold you, but on the contrary, I want to praise you."

"Praise me?" Fu Jiajun was confused. He has always been scolded by his father because he was careless and did not do anything. He was scolded by his father. Today, when he entered the door, he thought he wanted to have a meal of "preaching" as usual. Unexpectedly, the old man actually said he wanted to praise himself. This is really the sun hitting the west.

Looking at his son's expression of surprise, Fu Yunheng couldn't help but sigh slightly, wondering whether the discipline he had done to his son before was wrong. He kept scolding and teaching a lesson, which made his son not even confident at all. He was so surprised when he heard that he wanted to praise him.

"Yes, I didn't go to rest and sat here waiting for you just to praise you." Fu Yunheng took a sip of tea and said softly, "I got the news that you did a good job today's banquet and I was very attentive. I heard that even the Cha family and the He family were cheated by you!"

"Ahem, it's not me who cheated them, it's A Chao." Fu Jiajun didn't dare to take credit, so he quickly said something that happened at the banquet before, "So I just took advantage of A Chao's light, and all of this was dominated by him. Well, this is basically the case."

Seeing that his son was so honest and told the truth about the matter, Fu Yunheng couldn't help but smile and said, "It's not that I made a mistake, but that there is one thing you didn't understand. Yes, Song Zhichao was the leader of this banquet, and everything was designed and planned by him, but don't forget that behind him, you are always supporting him. He is the support of you, you are the master, and he is the worker. As long as you figure this out, you should understand that all the credits are actually caused by you, and you are the real leader."

Fu Jiajun: “…”

"So, you must not belittle yourself, especially those with status like you, who know how to recognize and employ people. This is your greatest achievement, and the achievements you have made under your command are your contributions! Do you understand this?" Fu Yunheng taught his son so calmly for the first time.
Chapter completed!