Jiang Zhihao's straightforwardness made Meng Shufeng quite embarrassed, but he had to admit that his nephew was right.
In this era, a family business worth more than one billion is not considered too big. If we look at the Meng family's status at its peak, it would have to be worth at least hundreds of billions now.
But after the Meng family passed its peak period, it continued to decline due to various reasons. They finally found a proud daughter who was good at business, but they also forced her away.
It’s not like there are no senior members of the Meng family who regret driving Meng Lanyu away. If she were still here, she might be able to lead the Meng family to regain its glory.
It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in this world, so Meng Shufeng must now listen to Jiang Zhihao's disdainful words.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhihao only had grievances against the Meng family and not against Meng Shufeng. Knowing that these words might make his second uncle unhappy, he did not say any more.
"I really have no interest in the Meng family's property, and I don't want to contact so-called relatives I've never met, so you'd better invite me back," Jiang Zhihao said.
Meng Shufeng's face looked a little ugly. He originally thought that such a good thing would come to his door, so he would be moved. However, he didn't expect that his nephew, whom he met for the first time, directly gave him a blow.
"Do you have any misunderstandings about your family? In fact, your mother..."
"I'm very aware of the bad things happening in the Meng family, so there's no need for you to say good things for them. If you want to come in the future, you can come by yourself, and I will treat you as my uncle. As for the others, just leave it alone.
"Jiang Zhihao said.
Meng Shufeng's face became even more ugly. Jiang Zhihao's words almost completely cut off the possibility of contact with the Meng family.
If those people at home heard it, they would be furious.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You are still young and there is no need to do everything. I can give you time..."
"No need." Jiang Zhihao shook his head and decisively refused.
Meng Shufeng wanted to say something else, but Zhong Jiawei came over and said, "It's time to eat."
In such a short period of time, Zhong Jiawei has already cooked several dishes. They are all home-cooked dishes, nothing special. But they are full of color, flavor and taste, and they are no less good than those of hotel chefs.
"Let's eat first. Do you want something to drink?" Jiang Zhihao asked: "But there is no white wine at home, only red wine."
Meng Shufeng was not in the mood to drink. He looked at the food on the table, then at Lingling who handed him the chopsticks, and finally sighed: "Okay, since you said so, I won't advise you. But I hope
If you have time, you can still go back and take away the property that belongs to you. Even if you don't use it yourself, you must remember that it is the inheritance left by your mother."
Jiang Zhihao neither refused nor agreed.
Seeing his unmoved look, Meng Shufeng felt even more depressed.
After all, he has a fortune of hundreds of millions. How many people can remain unmoved in the face of such benefits?
He really didn't know how to persuade Jiang Zhihao, maybe he should start with Zhong Jiawei?
Just when Meng Shufeng was thinking about whether to take a curved path to save the country, his cell phone rang.
He picked it up and connected it. After saying a few words, his expression changed drastically and he said, "Okay, I'll go back right away!"
After that, Meng Shufeng hung up the phone, stood up and said to Jiang Zhihao: "Your grandpa is critically ill. I have to rush back right away. Are you sure you don't want to go with me?"