It was past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Two black Rolls-Royces, which were hung under the name of Langham Hotel, were parked next to the cemetery covered with green grass and shaded by trees.

With some guilt, Fan's father walked slowly towards the familiar tombstone. The closer he got, the more complicated he felt. He held a handful of camellia in his hand, which was his favorite before his wife passed away.

He had just been to Imperial College and found his son's dormitory. He went in and took a look. The things in the small room were neatly arranged. Apart from books, various documents, clothes and daily necessities, he couldn't find many other things. He originally thought that the dormitory of young people should be very messy.

The computer is quite old and there are not many new clothes. It seems that life is not as good as that of a middle-class student in the next room. All these make him, the father, feel a little sad.

Others don’t know why Fan Liancheng resisted him and refused to spend his money. How could Fan’s father, the father, not know?

It was not like this when I was studying at Harrow School. I would participate in expensive equestrian training classes and golf training classes, and I would also participate in study tours in five European countries. I would receive the most serious British top education, and my clothes were as high as thousands of pounds.

In Fan's opinion, this is the life his son should live, otherwise why would he work hard to earn money?

Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Fan Nanhua placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone, and there was another bouquet of dried flowers by his hand. He didn't have to guess who had come.

He said as if he was talking to himself: "My son has grown up and should not be happy. If he had known that he would be like today, he would not have sent him to the UK at the beginning, and he would not have agreed to let you take care of him. Compared to the current situation, I hope that the kid will become a bastard who spends money and lingers all day long. At least he will beg me for money, even if he pretends, he will be closer to me."

Suddenly I laughed and continued to say:

"Since you left and he was able to work by himself, I have never received a bank message again. I have been working in a small cafe for so many years. Today I have been overturned by my job. Don't blame me, it's really for our son. You should see him often, so I just remind you first... I've been holding back all the words when I came here, but now I can't say it. Just rest assured, I'll be there. I'll have the rest."

Wave.

An assistant named Liu Zhenlong came with a suitcase, holding a basin in his other hand, put down the lighter and retreated to the distance.

After Fan's father opened his suitcase, he was filled with dark money. He was muttering the rules that he could not throw away. He had some gold and pounds, and his eyes were red without realizing it.

The cemetery administrator was originally angrily rushed over, but was stopped by the bodyguard and took two hundred pounds. He instantly turned angry and happy. He looked at the smoke not far away, pretending not to see it at all...

Feng Qi learned about his father's arrival, and he was confusedly arranged for a dinner.

On that day, Alexandra Dadario stayed in the hotel to rest, watching TV and resting, while Fan Liancheng took a taxi back to school. As the holiday approached, the graduation thesis needed to be prepared in advance, and the courses should not be delayed in order to work.

Walking on the ancient campus of Imperial College, he was walking in a hurry and went back to the dormitory to get things. If the roommate didn't go to class, he would know that he had come.

Head to the familiar classroom, the higher the seats are, making sure that no students are blocked from their sight.

Before the class started, there were not many Asian faces in the classroom, and even fewer black students. After seeing Fan Liancheng, the old professor named Gavin pointed at him and asked him over and asked, "I saw your leave email and encountered a car accident."

"Yes, I was hit by a motorcycle on the sidewalk and just came out of the hospital in the morning."

The professor likes him from the bottom of his heart and said kindly:

"Then you should continue to take a few days off. Just based on your paper yesterday, the article on studying the real estate financial system in China, I should give you a class. It has successfully aroused my interest. And after reading other reports last night, my conclusion was the same as your idea. In the context of rapid economic development and accelerated urbanization, as the important economic pillar of China, there is still a huge room for improvement, which makes me want to invest in a few houses there. If it is more systematic and conducts more research, it can be regarded as the topic of your graduation thesis."

"Thank you, I will do more in-depth research next, and I'm still having a headache about the graduation thesis."

"Well, your advantage is that you can understand Chinese. It is very convenient to collect information from the Internet now. We have learned too little about that country. The ultra-high development speed is simply a mystery. If anyone can study it thoroughly, he should win a Nobel Prize, which will have a great reference for the development of poor countries." Old Gavin seemed to be moved by this topic.

From the new millennium to the present, Fan Liancheng has witnessed the improvement of the motherland's international status with his own eyes, from no one to pay attention to it, and from time to time appearing on the financial page from time to time.

Although many so-called experts are slandering, we have to admit that there is definitely a sense of pride, especially when the public remarks of the so-called financial experts are slapped in the face every year after the economic white paper is released.

The middle school where Fan Liancheng was admitted to was Harrow School. With this excellent platform, he was admitted to this prestigious school ranked third in the UK and received a full scholarship.

At that time, I also received the admission notice from Cambridge, but I failed to get the full scholarship and did not want to leave the familiar London, so I chose Imperial College.

As for why he chose to apply for computer science majors, he was assigned to a business school. His father played an important role in it and helped him make the decision without authorization. Don’t underestimate the connections and skills of a super rich man, even in the UK.

After a brief conversation, Fan Liancheng sat back at his desk. Today's course was studying Tesla cars and its impact on traditional car companies. He was staring blankly while listening, and his thoughts had already run out of the classroom, mainly thinking about how his father was clearly under investigation and how he came to the UK.

I thought it was just running away, but I thought it was unlikely. The value was there, and that little trouble would not hurt my bones. I wondered if it was really like Li Xiao guessed, would I persuade myself to go back?

While in a daze, a white male student sitting next to him wrote a note and handed it to him.

Fan Liancheng looked down and the note read: "Dylan, there will be a party tomorrow night. Harry entered the Royal Military Academy of Sanhurst for training. He graduated successfully some time ago and received the title of Army Lieutenant. As a celebration, a party will be held at Kensington Palace. William may also go there, bring his female companion and go with me?"

The classmate sitting next to him was named Rosmeer, whose father had the title of Viscount and was a newspaper tycoon.

When the two of them were studying at Harrow School, they had a close relationship. They knew Fan Liancheng's real family background very well.

In fact, not many classmates now know that Rosmeer's father is the rich man worth hundreds of millions of pounds, only knowing that his family is relatively wealthy.

When I was in middle school, I liked to compare each other, and the atmosphere of several top public schools was like this. However, after entering university, many people became as low-key as Fan Liancheng, otherwise it would be difficult to integrate into other students.

After reading the message on the note, Fan Liancheng took a pen and wrote: "Thank you for your invitation, but I may not be able to go there and I need to work."

Rosmeer took the note and continued to write: "My newspaper interviewed your father some time ago. I know he was not bankrupt, so don't care about working, go with me, there are many old classmates from Harrow who care about you."
Chapter completed!