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Feng Qianru
"Coach Peng, it's settled. I'll bring a car to pick you up at the school gate at 8 a.m. the day after tomorrow. The buyer Professor Feng helped find is busy with work and can only spare half a day to see you. You must
Be on time and remember to bring your things." When leaving, Feng Qianru repeatedly warned her with a very solemn expression.
Peng Yuanzheng smiled and said, "That's right, I understand. Don't worry, I will come on time."
A smile appeared on Feng Qianru's bright and noble face, which was less aloof and more complicated and gentle.
If nothing else happens, the tall and simple young man in front of her is most likely her cousin, the only third generation of the Feng family who is lost among the people.
Peng Yuanzheng clearly caught the looming emotional fluctuations in Feng Qianru's eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand to Feng Qianru and said with a smile, "Xuemei Feng, thank you. You have helped me a lot. I will definitely ask for it when the thing comes out of my hands."
You have a good meal."
Feng Qianru's mouth twitched slightly and she became speechless for a moment.
It was obviously a stepping stone to a rich family and a key to leaping over the dragon's gate, but the person in front of her had no idea at all, and kept saying that she wanted to sell it for money... This - this is not vulgar! Feng Qianru's heart was so excited that she forgot
Conceal your emotions.
Feng Qianru subconsciously reached out her hand and let Peng Yuanzheng hold it. Suddenly she raised her eyebrows and said softly, "Coach Peng, if I ask something I shouldn't ask, do you really want to sell the jade pendant?"
"certainly."
"But if you let go, what if your father's background becomes known later and you lose the credentials to recognize your father?"
"I still have a document recognizing my marriage, which should have been left by my grandfather. With this handwritten document, I can recognize it even if I don't have the jade pendant. Besides, I have taken pictures of the jade pendant. On the other hand, if I can't recognize it,
There's no use keeping the jade pendant, don't you think?"
Feng Qianru's eyebrows jumped slightly.
She said slightly nervously, "Can you take out your marriage recognition document and let me see it?"
Last time Peng Yuanzheng showed Feng Botao photos, and she wanted to see the real thing.
At this moment, Feng Qianru is no longer the noble and glamorous princess she was before, but has become a child who can't wait to see toys.
She was completely unaware that her reserve, reservedness and calmness had all been broken by Peng Yuanzheng's few understatement words. Her whole mood was aroused and she fell into the rhythm controlled by Peng Yuanzheng.
Peng Yuanzheng nodded, carefully took out the piece of papyrus written by Feng Lao in his diary from his bag, and unfolded it for Feng Qianru to read.
The moment she saw the handwriting, Feng Qianru's graceful figure trembled obviously. She could tell at a glance that it was her grandfather's handwriting. It was strong and powerful, with wide opening and closing, and powerful momentum, especially the handwriting of "Feng Yunlong"
In his signature, the first stroke of the word "dragon" at the end has an outlined arc, which is Mr. Feng's unique writing habit.
Mr. Feng's previous name was Feng Yunlong. When he was awarded the title of Lieutenant General at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, he changed his name to Feng Peirong for a special reason.
Feng Qianru's eyes were blurred and her thoughts were spinning.
"Xuemei Feng?!" Peng Yuanzheng's gentle call came to her ears. Feng Qianru just woke up from a dream. She forced a smile and stared at Peng Yuanzheng deeply. Her voice was small and soft, "Coach Peng, other buyers will definitely ask you.
In order to prove the origin of this jade pendant, I think you should also bring this document with you, remember to bring the actual object and not the photo."
"Oh?" Peng Yuanzheng glanced at Feng Qianru, "Okay, anyway, we are upright and we are not afraid of others looking at us."
"Okay, it's settled. I'm leaving first. Goodbye. This is my phone number. If you have any emergency, you can call me at this number." Feng Qianru was relieved and handed a piece of paper with her home phone number written on it.
He stuffed it into Peng Yuanzheng's hand, turned around and left.
She didn't dare to stay any longer and talk to Peng Yuanzheng. She was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and let Peng Yuanzheng see something.
In fact, for her, today's performance was already considered a bit out of character.
Watching Feng Qianru and others get into a black car and leave, the smile on Peng Yuanzheng's face faded and his eyes became serious.
If he guessed correctly, the so-called Professor Feng should be the eldest son of the Feng family, Feng Botao, who would later become the deputy prime minister of the second generation of the Feng family. The "buyer with a busy official schedule" recommended by Professor Feng was nothing more than the old man of the Feng family.
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The day after tomorrow, he will be taken into the Feng family and undergo "inspection" and "review" by the old man of the Feng family. If the jade pendant is really a treasure passed down from the Feng family and left to his lost son, then it is 80% chance that he will recognize his family this time.
However, Peng Yuanzheng always felt that things seemed to go a little too smoothly. He successfully approached Feng Qianru, and then successfully attracted Feng Qianru's attention, and introduced the Feng family through Feng Qianru, and finally until Mr. Feng was about to appear. Everything was smooth and smooth.
Is it really so easy to recognize a wealthy family, especially a wealthy family like the Feng family?
Decades of life experience and vicissitudes in the past and present life have told Peng Yuanzheng that if things go out of control, he is a monster, but if things go too smoothly, it also seems a little abnormal.
After leaving Jinghua University, Peng Yuanzheng slowly headed towards Wang Biao's home.
"What kind of bird is parked on the tree? Ao Ao Ao..."
On both sides of the road, the hysterical pop song "Lovebirds" by a well-known male singer was playing in the shops. But when it reached Peng Yuanzheng's ears, the originally beautiful sound turned into murmurs and noises, which made him somewhat upset.
Chaos...Feng Bolin's house.
Feng Bolin kept smoking in the living room, while his wife Zhang Lan stood aside with a frown.
"Berlin, can you stop smoking? Tell me, that boy is really the son of the lost second brother?" Zhang Lan asked anxiously.
Although Feng Bolin ranks as the second eldest son in the Feng family, in fact, within the Feng family, the real "second eldest son" is Mr. Feng's lost son.
Feng Bolin put out the cigarette butt fiercely and said in a deep voice, "You still don't know who the eldest brother is? If he is not completely sure, how can he dare to alarm the old man! I estimate that there is a chance that it must be the second child's child!
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"The jade pendant cannot be faked. Moreover, their family background and his birth date can all prove that he is most likely the lost second child."
"Then we just watch helplessly as this kid comes to recognize our relatives? The old Feng family was originally our only family in Yuanhua, but suddenly Cheng Yaojin came out halfway - with the temper of the old man and the old lady,
I will definitely compensate him greatly, and maybe I will let him replace Yuanhua's position in our family, so in the future..." Zhang Lan pursed her lips tightly and lowered her voice.
Feng Bolin stood up angrily and glared at his wife, "Then what do you think we should do? After all, it is the blood of our Feng family. If it is true, how can we deny it? The old man can't agree to it!"
"I don't care, you have to think of a way, our family is far away..."
Before Zhang Lan finished speaking, his son Feng Yuanhua, who was still a sophomore at Beijing International Studies University, slowly walked over from the study room and said with a half-smile, "Mom, dad, please stop arguing. What's the big deal? Isn't it just that grandpa has found another grandson... A bumpkin from the countryside, what future can he have? What are you afraid of him? "
"Yuanhua, you don't understand." Zhang Lan frowned, "The old Feng family is no better than other families. If the old man likes it, a black chicken can become a phoenix. What's more, this guy is a graduate of Jinghua University, so he probably won't Too bad."q
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