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To deal with an old fox like Mr. Jiang, you can’t practice Tai Chi, don’t go around in circles, don’t hint, or he can turn around and forget what he did at the beginning.

You have to go straight to it, be clear and clear, and be straightforward until he has no chance of obscureness.

...Of course, Jiang Kuo did not know much about other communication methods except this way of communication. He said he didn't want to say anything but said he didn't want to say anything. He said whatever he wanted. In the world given to him by his parents, he had no reason to "touch".

This is what Duan Feifan said, "assumed".

Jiang Kuo looked at Mr. Jiang and suddenly thanked him very much.

"Did you be surprised?" Jiang Kuo said, "You knew I would look for you for a long time. After I left yesterday, I didn't believe that Duan Feifan didn't get angry with you."

Mr. Jiang laughed. Just as he was about to speak, Aunt Liu knocked on the door of the study.

"Come in." Mr. Jiang said.

Aunt Liu brought his special tea set for rock tea. Jiang Kuo took it naturally and put it in. Then he remembered that Mr. Jiang had said before that the most filial thing he was to make tea for him.

Tsk.

It's very miserable.

Jiang Kuo took the pot from Mr. Jiang's hand and put it on the tea stove and burned it.

After Aunt Liu went out, he glanced at Mr. Jiang again.

"I can't say I know," said Mr. Jiang, "I guessed it, and hinted Duan Feifan..."

"How did you hint?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.

"I can't remember it, anyway, you may not be able to give me a hint of your eyes if you throw it to you," said Mr. Jiang. "This kid is quite quick-witted. He probably is so panicked that he can still find Ci'er to deal with it."

"Are you satisfied with abuse of children?" Jiang Kuo slowly pulled the tea leaves to the tea.

"How do you talk?" Mr. Jiang laughed.

"It seems quite pleasant," Jiang Kuo tskated and looked at the pot that started to vent his breath on the tea stove. "Since you know, Duan Feifan has admitted it, that's all about this. Do you have anything to explain to me?"

"No." Mr. Jiang said.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything and raised his eyebrows.

"What do you want to talk about," said Mr. Jiang again, "of course I am willing to listen."

"I don't want to." Jiang Kuo said. This time it was Mr. Jiang's turn to raise his eyebrows: "Did you come a little late in the rebellious period?"

"My rebellious period has never passed." Jiang Kuo said.

"How long have you two been?" Mr. Jiang asked, "Can you say this?"

"It's time for the Chinese New Year," said Jiang Kuo, "when they came to play."

"Oh." Mr. Jiang nodded.

"Does my mom understand?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Everything knows, how can she not know," said Mr. Jiang. "Mom and her daughter are so close to each other, and they say everything, unlike their father and son..."

"Don't always take the opportunity to pull me up." Jiang Kuo said, "Am I not good to you? Don't I kiss you!"

"Mr. Xiao Jiang," Mr. Jiang patted his chest, "You touch your conscience."

Jiang Kuo made him say he was happy and laughed for a long time.

"But I think in the past six months... no, after you go to school for more than half a year," said Mr. Jiang, "I can feel a little bit of your love."

"...It sounds a bit miserable." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's miserable," said Mr. Jiang. "So I'll listen to your affairs. If I know, I have to pretend not to know, dare not ask, cannot say, and dare not object."

"Do you want to object?" Jiang Kuo immediately chased after him, "You can object if it's okay."

"Anyway, you are not right, right?" said Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Kuo leaned back into the back of the chair and nodded with a smile: "You are really my real father in this regard."

"I don't object," Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "Even if I object, I will not interfere. In this life, people have to encounter many problems. As long as it is not a matter of principle, it is your own business. I will not care about you. Only by trying hard, falling and falling, will I know what it is."

"Are you scolding me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"That won't be that my own son teaches me well, how well I know," said Mr. Jiang.

"Where is my mother?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "Is it the same as you?"

"I don't care. Do you think she will care?" Mr. Jiang whispered, "Don't you think your mother and I are the opposite of being a parent? You two have been like an old hen since you were young."

Jiang Kuo nodded with a smile: "It's true."

"I don't care, she won't care. We just hope that you will be serious in everything you do, whether it's your relationship or your career," said Mr. Jiang. "Responsibility is very important."

"I know." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's especially true for opening a store," said Mr. Jiang. "If you open it yourself, I won't say anything. If you mess around, you will have a chance to come back. If you have a partner, you won't be able to play whatever you want."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded, took off the boiled water, and started to burn the pot and warm the cup.

Cover bowl, fair cup, tea cup...

He didn't say anything, and Mr. Jiang didn't say anything, there were only gentle jingles and water in the study.

"Of course," Mr. Jiang was silent for a while and added, "I said I don't care. I can help you with any need, not really care."

"No need to emphasize this," Jiang Kuo poured the tea into the covered bowl and shook it gently, "I don't even know this. Isn't this son in vain?"

Mr. Jiang smiled.

"Do you just feel it's in vain?" Jiang Kuo opened the cover bowl and smelled the fragrance of tea, then covered it and continued to shake it. "Back with me and your wild son, he kept conspiring with you all day long." "What nonsense," said Mr. Jiang.

"Just tell me if you two are behind my back, they meet and call me. If you have something to do, don't look for Duan Feifan," said Jiang Kuo. "If you want to stay Jiang Lu, you actually want to find Duan Feifan."

"Then you don't look for him, you go," said Mr. Jiang. "I see if you can say ten words to others in one night. Everyone has their own strengths, and everyone has their own division of labor for what they do."

Jiang Kuo tsk twice and smelled the fragrance of tea again.

When he put down the cover bowl and was about to pour water, Mr. Jiang couldn't help it: "Don't you let me smell it?"

"You haven't smelled enough every day?" Jiang Kuo handed him the cover bowl.

"Drinking rock tea without this nose is not considered drinking tea," Mr. Jiang closed his eyes and sniffed it for a while, "The smell makes you smell it."

Jiang Kuo took the cover bowl and continued to make tea: "So do you think Duan Feifan can do this for you?" "He has a fast mind, and it is not certain whether he can make it, but at least he will not make Jiang Lu disgusted. Maybe he can make this friend." Mr. Jiang said.

"President Jiang," said Jiang Kuo, "You are not entirely because of Jiang Lu's incident. Do you want to take Duan Feifan?"

Mr. Jiang smiled at him.

"He won't go to your company," said Jiang Kuo, "Don't make too much effort."

"Of course I thought so, but I wouldn't force him if he doesn't want to," said Mr. Jiang. "Duan Feifan is indeed a good kid, but he is just a kid. I can't find him in such a big company."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, poured a cup of tea and put it in front of President Jiang.

"But he is different from you," said Mr. Jiang. "You and I can't force you to come. He can really bring you somewhere. You can't always be an online store with 30,000 or 50,000 yuan a month. Let him run more errands, learn more about things, and know more people, which will always be good in the future."

"You..." Jiang Kuo didn't know what to say, he was a little moved, but he didn't know how to express it.

"I can't take it like this if I change someone," said Mr. Jiang.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Jiang Kuo said.

"What are you thanking?" Mr. Jiang took a sip of tea, "I'm not taking you."

"Do you think, do you think I'm happy to take care of you?" Jiang Kuo said.

"So what are you thanking?" said Mr. Jiang.

"Who can't chat with us?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You," said Mr. Jiang, "Look at my sentence just now, if Duan Feifan changes, he will definitely not answer like this."

"Then nonsense, I am your own son, and I don't think much about talking to you... Okay, I'll call Duan Feifan over here and see how he answered," Jiang Kuo was speechless and shouted at the door of the study, "Duan Feifan!"

"Hey!" Mr. Jiang was shocked, "What are you doing?"

"Duan Feifan--" Jiang Kuo shouted again.

"Shut up, you." Mr. Jiang kicked him.

"I want to open another branch," Jiang Kuo sat down and continued to make tea. "In the market in Shizhong District, but if it is there, the investment is not the size of the old store."

"...Is it so sudden?" Mr. Jiang looked at him, "Is this the matter again?"

"It's just a sudden thought," said Jiang Kuo, "giving some investment."

"You have lost all the money?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"No, but I don't want to move," said Jiang Kuo. "This store invites Duan Feifan's father to be a technical guide. Uncle and his father are in charge of each other. Otherwise, the online store is now with the old store, and his father will always be just 'help'. There must be a store where he has the confidence to speak, and it can also share the pressure of some online stores, and also allow my partners to do their business with peace of mind..."

"Give me a report on asking for money," said Mr. Jiang.

"I asked Yang Ke to write." Jiang Kuo said.

"Wow," said Mr. Jiang, "now there is a secretary."

There seemed to be no movement upstairs. Aunt Liu, who was standing on the stairs and listening to the sound, came down and walked into the tea room: "I shouted twice."

"What are you shouting?" Jiang Le asked.

"Duan Feifan." Aunt Liu said, "Duan Feifan."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan looked at her.

"I shouted Duan Feifan twice," Aunt Liu said with a smile, "I learned very well, Duan Feifan! Duan Feifan--"
To be continued...