Feng Tang tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Can I have Euros? Dad, I'm a little embarrassed."

The doctor smiled bitterly, couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his face, and sighed: "I can ask for euros."

"Well, okay, just euros..." Feng Tang smiled and asked, "Dad, am I the second generation ancestor?"

"Haha..." When the doctor saw this, he couldn't help but laugh. When Feng Tang said it just now, he was really worried. He asked for an astronomical figure and he couldn't afford it. Unexpectedly, he just got some small pocket money.

With such a small amount of money, he naturally still has it.

"Dad is rich. If you want to be the second generation ancestor, you can do it." The doctor smiled, "Actually, you don't have to ask me for this. Just tell the fat man and let him arrange it for you.

Already."

The doctor said, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. After thinking about it, he asked: "Xiao Tang - what do you want the money for?"

"I just want to buy something, but it's really inconvenient." Feng Tang said, "So, I want to make some money and do some business, but when I think about it, it seems that I don't know anything... Dad, you

Say, if I open a clinic, will there be a future?"

The doctor looked at his serious look and wanted to laugh.

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?" the doctor asked with a frown.

"I do have some money, but it was given to me by Grandma Sang!" Feng Tang said in a low voice, "In these years, I have lived here, and everything I eat and use... is all money, but I can't live in such a hazy state.

For the rest of my life, I will always do something to make some money, right?"

The doctor sat down on the sofa next to him, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Xiao Tang...have you really fallen in love with that Duanmu Baolian?"

Feng Tang had never cared about this life of eating and waiting for death before. He had been staying in Jinling for these years. Of course, he would occasionally go out for a walk. He had told him at the beginning that if he wanted anything, he could go to the fat man and the little Taoist priest.

That is, he has indeed been like this all these years.

However, Feng Tang's expenses are not big, at least not as big as the doctor imagined. He really doesn't care about being a second-generation ancestor. As long as he doesn't ask for too much, he will agree. Even in the eyes of the doctor, money is

Such a thing, if you don't bring it in life, you won't take it with you in death. What you earn will always have to be spent.

"No, I just want to find something to do." Feng Tang said, "Otherwise, I don't know what the value of me is - look at Duanmu Baolian, how old she is, such a little antique shop

, she also runs a good business, at least, she will not ask Mr. Duanmu or Mr. Mei for money. But I am so useless. I will do nothing except ask you for money."

"But have you ever thought about it, even if you open a clinic, well, let's put it more broadly, I invest 10 million in you and you open a private hospital, how much money can you make in a year?" The doctor said with a bitter smile.

"I don't know. I don't understand economics or calculation." Feng Tang shook his head. When he got along with Duanmu Baolian and Mr. Mei, he really felt ashamed of himself.

Everyone has their own property and business, but he... relies on others' donations to support him. That day, Mr. Mei's joke made him really want to die.
Chapter completed!