At Linhai Hotel in Q City, Yang Daxiong held a banquet to welcome his nephew Yang Junhao.

All afternoon, Yang Daxiong was receiving customers. Real estate development is indispensable. A huge property requires the participation of multiple parties to make a move, unless the power reaches an extraordinary situation.

Yang Junhao drank for a whole afternoon, and Old Man Yang was a wine jar. Yang Junhao drank with him, and he really chose the wrong person.

"Junhao! I heard that your elegant company is not bad at the moment!" Yang Daxiong said with a smile.

The uncle and nephew have not met for some time, and Yang Daxiong is actually closer to Yang Junhao than to his own son.

Yang Junhao said shamefully: "The company that is about to go bankrupt is not bad!"

"You kid is talking nonsense, your dad told me that you have improved a little shortly after you took office. That branch was going to be ruined, but you made it miraculously so good! Your dad is so happy. I don't know how much you praise you on the phone!" Yang Daxiong nodded repeatedly and praised.

"This is all thanks to everyone. I am just a participant. If Elegance can really get on the right track, it will naturally be a good thing." Yang Junhao said modestly.

Yang Daxiong narrowed his eyes and glanced at him: "You guy hasn't seen you for a few months, and there has been a big change!"

Yang Junhao glanced at himself, shook his head and said, "It's still the same!"

"No! I have become much more mature! This is a good thing, and it is a good thing for Fujia Group and your father!" There was a hint of undetectable in Yang Daxiong's admiring face.

Yang Junhao smiled, suddenly curled his lips and said, "Uncle Second, I don't know if you know that my dad is already sick. He didn't say anything if he asked him what disease he had!"

In the hotel private room, there were only two uncles and nephews. Yang Daxiong specially arranged it, and no third person was involved.

There is no one around you, and the conversation between Yang Daxiong and Yang Junhao can be freer, and no important topics have to be covered.

After hearing Yang Junhao's words, Yang Daxiong's face gradually faded a lot: "Your father also told me on the phone about this, Junhao! Do your own thing with peace of mind. No matter what happens in the future, I hope you can be your own side, instead of thinking about your father and your mother in everything. After all, they can't shelter you from the wind for the rest of your life."

"Uncle II, what do you mean? What disease does my dad have? Is it an incurable disease?" Yang Junhao's face turned pale, and his bad premonition was beating in his small heart.

Yang Daxiong shook his head: "What are you doing so much? Drinking!"

He picked up the wine glass, Yang Daxiong raised it and drank it in one mouthful.

Yang Junhao couldn't drink it anyway. First, he had been drinking it for an afternoon today, and then because of his father Yang Fu's illness, he was uneasy.

"What? You can't see the wine you are worshipping for you?" Yang Daxiong was slightly stunned and said angrily.

"Second uncle! Me!" Yang Junhao wanted to say that everyone had to hide his father's condition from him. He was uneasy, so how could he drink?

Before he could say anything, Yang Daxiong reached out to interrupt: "If you don't say anything, just relax and drink with me!"

In his glaring eyes, Yang Junhao slowly picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank it all.

Yang Daxiong smiled: "Very good! I will punish you for another drink! I will drink with me and keep this expression on my face. You kid just deserve a beating!"

Grab the bottle and fill the empty cup in front of Yang Junhao with wine. Yang Daxiong waved: "Drink it!"

Yang Junhao had no choice, frowned, picked up the wine glass and gurgled to the bottom.

Yang Daxiong gradually changed to smile and filled the cup in front of him again: "Junhao! I found that you don't know much about the rules at the table! I am an elder, should you give me a cup?"

Yang Junhao burped, his face turned bloody with the wine. He trembled and picked up the wine glass with a trembling trembling: "Uncle Second! I'll toast you..."

The two of them drank all their glasses of wine. Yang Daxiong was very happy, while Yang Junhao was already drunk. If he stood up, he would fall to the ground without stubbornness.

Yang Daxiong handed over a cigarette, put down his elder status, and lit it for Yang Junhao.

"Junhao, I am a rough man. Anyone who sees me will think that I am a rash man at first sight. Indeed! He weighs nearly 240 kilograms and is over 1.7 meters tall, and he is a fat man himself." Yang Daxiong smiled, lifted his clothes and exposed his navel, and continued, "Look at my belly, give me an analogy!"

Yang Junhao was drowsy and almost got drunk down after three glasses of wine.

With his sleepy eyes wide open, Yang Junhao burped again: "Like, like a pregnant woman!"

"You guys are nonsense! Do pregnant women have the belly of my size? When your aunt was pregnant with your younger brother, her belly was not as big as mine!" Yang Daxiong laughed.

"Aunt!" Yang Junhao narrowed his eyes and smiled awkwardly: "Second uncle, it must be five years since auntie died, right?"

"You kid is so confused. Why have you been dead for five years? You have never died!" Yang Daxiong no longer advised Yang Junhao to drink, poured the wine and started drinking by himself.

"Uncle Second... you're just drunk! I attended my aunt's funeral, and I saw that my aunt was about to close her eyes!" Yang Junhao kept burping, and even stuttering in his speech.

"Your aunt has a heart attack, okay! She died five years ago. To be honest, every time I think of her, my heart feels filled with bitterness." Yang Daxiong kept drinking.

Five years ago, Yang Daxiong went to a nightclub with a group of customers, and it was almost the early morning when he returned home.

On the sofa in the living room, his wife widened her eyes and her hands and feet were weak, and she was ill.

Yang Daxiong woke up from a scare and hurriedly took her to the hospital, but it was still half a beat late. When the car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, the person had already passed.

Whenever Yang Daxiong thought of her painful expression at that time, he felt uncomfortable. The doctor told him that if he had sent it five minutes earlier, he would not have paid the price of his life.

"Junhao! Life and death of a person is God's will. If God wants to take anyone away, he will not give him more than a minute or second!" Yang Daxiong's face turned red and the smell of alcohol was pouring out.

Yang Junhao touched his pocket and found a box of the best Yellow Crane Tower. This was stuffed to him by his uncle, Old Man Yang. If you don’t want it, you can’t do it.

After lit a cigarette for Yang Daxiong, Yang Junhao comforted him: "Second Uncle, why did we talk to the dead topic?"

"Yes! Today I'm going to have a drink with you alone just to talk about this death!" Yang Daxiong waved his hand and said with a rough voice.

Death is something that no one can avoid in any life.

"I have changed a lot directly from your aunt's death. Do you think I haven't been to nightclubs much for so many years? Every day, I work!" Yang Daxiong burped, blushed and his neck was thick.

"Uncle Second, I want to be more open-minded. Isn't it easy to find another thing based on your identity?" Yang Junhao persuaded.

Yang Daxiong is the vice president of Fujia Group, and he has a net worth of billions.

Nowadays, women are following money and waving a lot of money. Even an 18-year-old girl will definitely be willing to get into her arms.

"Can you find a good person like your aunt? Can you find a woman who can stay with you for decades and never complain or complain no matter how you live? A bad wife, there will be no second one in your life!" Yang Daxiong had a deep relationship with his wife, but it didn't go as expected. He took her away at her best age!

The two have been together since they were in their early twenties. At that time, the Fu Family Group had not yet been established. At that time, the Yang Fu Family and Yang Daxiong were just young boys who had just arrived in Shanghai to have sex.

Yang Daxiong's wife is really a bad wife. From poverty to wealth, I have to say that her fate is really bad. When her son is about to enter college, he can relax and do something he wants to do, and he passed away.

"Uncle II, don't be too sad! I remember someone told me that facing death is also a part of life! People are dead, and living people still have to live, right?" Yang Junhao gently patted his second uncle on the shoulder and comforted him.

Yang Daxiong raised his head, picked up the wine glass, and there was a smile on his face: "Very good! If you can think of this, the second uncle will be very pleased and have done it!"

After a glass of wine, Yang Junhao waved his hands repeatedly: "Uncle Second, I really can't drink anymore. If you want to talk, I will accompany you. If I ask me to drink with you, I will really not be able to do it!"

"How can a big man say no? No, nonsense! You can't say no at any time, do you understand?" Yang Daxiong's face darkened and he snorted.

Yang Junhao nodded and understood the teachings: "Okay! I just don't drink. I want to talk to my second uncle. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep if I drink too much!"

Yang Daxiong nodded: "Junhao! Your father and I were anxiously waiting for the news of your mother in the delivery room. From when you were born, until now, I have witnessed you growing up with my own eyes! Including your brother, you two, are the pride of my father and you, and the future of our Yang family!" Speaking of this, Yang Daxiong could not hide his lost expression: "It's just that unfilial son of your brother, I really disappointed me!"

Yang Daxiong's son has been smart since childhood and has been very motivated in his studies. He has always been among the top three in the class. However, as he grew older, he became completely different after studying abroad.

He will not take the initiative to call Yang Daxiong throughout the year. Every time Yang Daxiong wants to call him, the conversation between the two often ends in Yang Daxiong's roar.

"He must be too nervous in his studies, and it will be fine after he comes back." Yang Junhao smiled and said.

"No! He has completely changed, and I can't even recognize him! Perhaps the foreigner's thoughts have been instilled into his mind. I really shouldn't have sent him to study abroad! Alas!" Yang Daxiong sighed repeatedly, now full of regret.

Back then, after his mother died of illness, Yang Daxiong was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and thought that it would be better to change the environment for him, and perhaps he could temporarily forget the grief of losing his mother.

However, things are far more complicated than expected. After a few years, I have never come back during this period. Apart from asking for money, I have basically no contact. Even his son Binbin never takes the initiative to ask about it.

"Uncle Second, you should go back to S City more than once. Binbin misses grandpa!" Yang Junhao laughed.

Speaking of Binbin, Yang Daxiong's face finally recovered.
Chapter completed!