Feng Yanhong returned to the company again and became the focus of the public. Anyone who saw her would ask a question or two about her business in the capital, and also inquire about her income in a vague way.
Feng Yanhong only said that she would open a small restaurant, but did not mention the specific income. After one night, most of everyone's enthusiasm dissipated.
Li Boshan, a college student, is still the target of everyone's pursuit. Whenever I think of it, I ask him a few questions and even discuss crops with him.
Li Boshan's temperament was not arrogant, nor did he show off what he had learned. He only explained some issues in a matter-of-fact manner and humbly asked some questions from the old farmers.
Three days passed in a flash. Feng Yanhong made an appointment with Feng Yanjun to visit his trading company. Li Boshan agreed to go to the mechanical team to visit. The two of them went out together and separated from the field.
Feng Yanhong took Hanghang into the city by bus. Feng Yanjun had already been waiting at the bus stop on his motorcycle.
"Dududu~Mom, Mo~Modu, mmm~uncle!"
When Hanghang got off the car, he saw Feng Yanjun standing on the side of the road leaning on his motorcycle. He waved his little hands, pointed at the motorcycle and rushed forward excitedly.
"Yes, uncle's motorcycle. Uncle came to pick us up on his motorcycle."
Feng Yanhong hugged him and held a big bag in her hand. She saw that Feng Yanjun couldn't even wave.
Feng Yanjun held the helmet in one hand and took the little guy out of Feng Yanhong's arms with the other.
"How can this brat recognize my uncle?" We haven't seen him for three days, and this brat has a good memory.
"Uncle, sit, sit, car, car!"
When Hanghang arrived in Feng Yanjun's arms, he was still dishonest. The closer he got to the motorcycle, the more excited he became.
"Momo bike~"
"Okay, okay! My little ancestor, don't move, let's take a motorcycle."
Feng Yanjun was so frightened by his struggle that he was unsteady on his feet and quickly hugged him with both hands, almost throwing the helmet in his hands.
Feng Yanhong tidied up the hair that was messed up by him, looked at Feng Yanjun's embarrassed look, and laughed with schadenfreude.
"This is the King of Destruction, and you still insist on letting me take him with me to tear your company apart. I won't pay any compensation, I tell you."
Feng Yanjun looked back at his elder sister suspiciously: "How can it be that exaggerated? How old is he? He demolishes the company and gives him an office to see if he can do it?"
"Haha~" If you don't believe it, then try it.
Feng Yanjun rode his mother and son to his company, which is a yard of more than 800 square meters, with two rows of small second floors and a row of small warehouses.
This kind of scale is not small in Yincheng.
There were often trucks coming and going in the yard, so Feng Yanhong didn't let Hanghang play in the yard and took him directly into the office.
Feng Yanjun's office has not been decorated much, with white walls, a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, a sofa, coffee table, and tea sets all neatly placed.
There is a symbolic bookcase behind the desk, and there are not many books in it.
"Aren't you busy?" Feng Yanhong was surprised to see that his desk was a little too clean.
Feng Yanjun hugged Hanghang and walked around the office. Hanghang already had a teacup in his hand.
Feng Yanhong coaxed him over, gathered the tea sets together, and put them in the drawer of the coffee table.
"I'm not busy. The trading company is now supported by Jianguo. It's not time for me to be busy with factory matters."
Feng Yanjun seemed to have a trace of pride on his face. Feng Yanhong's eyebrows tightened and she looked back at him.
"Chen Jianguo? You left everything to him? What about the suppliers?"
Feng Yanjun took it for granted and replied with a smile: "Of course the suppliers are under his control, but I still have occasional contact with the suppliers."
Feng Yanhong took a breath and looked at this stupid brother in shock.
The office door was not closed, so it was not easy for her to talk here, so she pursed her lips and did not continue the topic.
He also asked some indirect questions about the company's business dealings and financial information.
The more she asked, the more worried she became. Looking at his somewhat proud look, she almost wanted to give him a big slap.
I went to her place three or four times. I talked to him so much and took him to see so much. It seemed like he had learned everything at the time. Why did he come back with only the superficial knowledge!
And this layer of fur is still worn inside out!
Ever since the first ashtray was smashed by Hanghang, Feng Yanjun didn't dare to let the little guy go.
Feng Yanhong stared and Hanghang immediately withdrew the hand holding the flowerpot and put it in her arms with nowhere to put it.
"Hey~ I told you not to move just now, but you didn't even listen. When your mother glared at you, you understood everything? You know how to watch people order food!"
Feng Yanjun looked at Hanghang's twinkling innocent eyes and felt it was funny, not even the slightest bit sympathetic.
He now absolutely believes that this little guy has the ability to demolish an office. His little hands are very fast. If he doesn't pay attention, he will definitely destroy it.
If it weren't for his sister's glare, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to save his pot of flowers.
Under the leadership of Feng Yanjun, Feng Yanhong visited his office area, canteen and small warehouse in the yard.
"Is Chen Jianguo here?" Feng Yanhong wanted to see Chen Jianguo.
"He should be in the big warehouse, he is very busy!" Feng Yanjun stood in the corner of the warehouse, checking the products, with a smile on his lips.
"Go and call to confirm. If he is here, we will go there." Feng Yanhong still felt very uneasy.
She doesn't know if it's because of her sixth sense, but she just doesn't feel right.
"..." Feng Yanjun raised his head and blinked, looking at his sister's serious look, he murmured in his heart.
Why do you have to see Chen Jianguo?
"Go quickly!"
He never dared to disobey Feng Yanhong's orders. Those three words made him feel like there was wind at his feet, and he ran to the office to make a phone call.
From the moment she met Chen Jianguo, Feng Yanhong was sure that Chen Jianguo's ambitions were not inferior to Feng Yanjun's.
"Yanjun said that you have taken over the company's business now. Please show me your products."
Feng Yanhong remained calm and talked to Chen Jianguo with a smile.
"Okay, Mr. Feng, follow me this way." Chen Jianguo's eyes were somewhat evasive.
Feng Yanhong followed him and kept asking him questions. He answered quickly. It could be seen that he had sorted out his mentality.
However, when people do something wrong, some actions, although small, cannot hide it.
Although those actions were small, they were all signs of guilty conscience. If he had done nothing, how could he be guilty?
Feng Yanhong came out of the warehouse and asked Feng Yanjun to take their mother and son to his residence. When they entered, Hanghang was already asleep. After settling him, Feng Yanhong pinched Feng Yanjun's ears when she came out of the bedroom.
"You fool! You dare to hand over anything!"
"Sister, sister! Don't twist your ears!" Feng Yanjun had not been treated like this for a long time. She was so panicked that she almost knelt down and begged for mercy.