I'm not that rich second generation

Chapter 1 Father and Son

Famous mansion on the waterfront.

A high-end community located on the edge of the Shanghai Pujiang River. In terms of popularity, it is not as famous as Tomson Yipin who appears in various Shenhao novels, but most of the owners who live here are worth billions of people.

Birds of a feather flock together.

The price of tens of millions of bases is beyond the reach of ordinary people, so these people are naturally screened out.

Most ordinary people calculate whether they need to save money from the Qin Dynasty or the Han Dynasty to buy such an expensive house.

They all lament why there are so many big dogs in this world, or find that they have a bad stomach and need a meal from a rich woman.

It's like two worlds.

In Shui'an Mingfu Community, Building 1602, [-] on the [-]th floor.

inside the house.

Next to the mahogany porch carved with dragons and phoenixes, there are several arowanas in a huge feng shui fish tank. The solid wood floor is covered with a large cashmere carpet.

The dining room, coffee table, and seats are all made of high-grade wood, exuding a delicate fragrance. The living room is dotted with fortune trees, lucky trees, lucky bamboos, and several pots of emerald green orchids.

There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, with beautiful and smooth fonts, lofty artistic conception of the paintings, and exquisite mounting, adding a bit of cultural atmosphere to the house
The owner obviously likes traditional culture, and even more like Feng Shui.

Beside the huge leisure balcony in the living room, there are root carving tea tables and log stools.

Sitting on a round stool was a middle-aged man with a bald head, wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. He was gentle and composed, and had the same aura as most successful people on TV.

Opposite him sat a young man.

The middle-aged man held the teacup in his hand, and the lid rotated twice in the teacup, leaving a slight gap, allowing the teacup to tilt, and the red tea soup was poured into the cup.

Watertight.

The young man on the opposite side picked up the teacup, blew on it, and finished the tea in one breath.

"Tea is the spirit of heaven and earth. You need to taste it slowly to get the feeling. Chewing peonies is a waste of fun." The middle-aged man just said slightly.

The young man just nodded, his expression reflected his inner feelings, that is, he didn't look like he was drinking well, and he didn't hide the obvious feedback of expression information.

"Tea is like life, especially this kind of tea, which is bitter first and then sweet, with a long aftertaste, fresh and natural, but you can only feel it after the bitterness." He poured good tea for himself.

With a flexible flip in the hand, the tea leaves are firmly piled up on the tea cover.

The middle-aged man is tall and thin, speaks slowly and calmly, as if nothing can shake his inner peace.

"What I feel is the rules." The young man put the finished teacup on the tea table.

The middle-aged man just looked at him and took a sip of tea: "Whether it's the rules or life, there are many things that people have to follow. Often the only place where you don't need to follow the rules is at home."

Listening to the indifferent words, the young man articulated clearly and in a rhythmic tone. His words were like volcanoes in the ocean, completely extinguished.

The implication made him refute in his heart, but he couldn't say that he was a middle-aged man who had been in the mall for decades.

In terms of sharp words, he may not be able to catch up with him in this life.

"You're right, it's always been like this." The young man replied, sniffing the agarwood curling up on the table.

"I'm just stating a fact."

"You want to tell me that no one is pampering me outside. If they don't know what's good or bad, they'll just slap me twice?" The young man understood what he meant.

No, now that kind is noble.

The middle-aged man made no secret of the smile in his eyes, the kind of high-level, experienced smile, as if silently speaking the same plain words, that sentence is:
You are still young.

The eyes without any malicious emotions have the ability to make people frown irritably, and the emotions are only lowered on the brows, but on the heart.

gas!
"You still stubbornly think that I should learn to be a rich second generation, and learn to be a qualified successor, so that the family business that you have worked hard for decades, ups and downs, and swords and mountains of flames, can be successfully transferred to me. This is what I should be thinking about, not chasing some bullshit love and freedom, right?"

Maybe it was a little angry to be looked at by that look, the handsome young man had no smile on his face at all.

Chat shouldn't be looked down upon.

Can't have a good chat, but can turn the table.

There is a lot of emotion in the tone, but this emotion is more of a rebuttal to the person in front of him, indicating that he is indeed a little angry.

"The eyes can often reveal the true thoughts in the heart, so I always feel that the eyes are the traitors of the soul, and when you are angry, your emotions and actions are inconsistent, and it is easy for people to see that you are acting, and your acting skills are very poor." The middle-aged man just replied lightly.

Everything seems to be unable to escape his eyes, he can always use the most indifferent and simple words to break people's defenses and leave them speechless.

"You want freedom, you have pursuit, you want independence, you long for love!" The middle-aged man continued to make tea smoothly, without delaying him to organize his words: "You think more, do less, what you want You don't even have the most basic infrastructure guarantee, you talk to me about this, Wu Ye, what do you have?"

After saying this, he poured the tea into the teacup by the way, the tea was [-]% full, just like him, behaved well, and made it impossible to find faults.

Wu Ye: "."

It has been like this from the beginning, he has always instilled a lot of things in himself.

Including the so-called so-called sophistication of the world, the principles of life that should be known, the lifestyle that should be understood, the reasonable learning attitude, and the appropriate entertainment methods.

He is always denying many of his ideas that he thinks are okay, many of his thinking that he thinks are right, and many of his desired lifestyles.

He stubbornly puts what he thinks is right on his shoulders.

And tell yourself, you should be this way, you shouldn't be that way.

"You still feel that you can't support yourself, and you are not qualified to talk about these things. This is the core of the problem and the reason for our differences in thinking, right?" Wu Ye calmed down and put his emotions aside.

There is such a father, he has inherited some of the talents unique to his father.

It has to be said that this is a very efficient means to find and solve problems.

"It's good to look at the problem calmly and objectively." The middle-aged man praised: "In this era when the track is saturated, I think it is a stupid decision to abandon the platform I have built for you for most of my life. It was also an irrational, irrational decision."

He poured good tea for Wu Ye again: "You know, there are many children who don't have such a platform. How eager they are to get help from their families, and how eager they are to have such a platform to cultivate their personal abilities and accept the support of their parents. This is a contradiction. Is it? In fact, there is no contradiction!"

After listening to his reason, Wu Ye fell silent.

Thinking of the classmates in the dormitory, he said many times that he was envious of having a good background, having parents' support, having good conditions, having a wealthy family, and having a lot of contacts in the hands of his parents.

The most important thing is that you have choices, conditions to try and make mistakes, to fail, and to grow at a high speed.

He doesn't have any of these, and the same four-figure living expenses, Wu Ye can start with seven or eight, and he starts with one, this is the difference, even choosing the dishes in the cafeteria, he needs to think about it for a few seconds.

"From your point of view, there is nothing wrong with your thinking and logic, but my thinking is so naive that you can't help laughing, but I just endured it out of the pride of not hurting my son." Wu Ye had already See the smile on the corner of his mouth.

To be able to have a good talk with him when he just graduated and returned home, in his opinion, this is the best result. After all, he is not buying a ticket to run away, and the result is even more acceptable to him.

It is not stupid for Wu Ye to be admitted to Fudan University. On the contrary, his mother is a talented woman and his father is also a successful businessman. Wu Ye has inherited quite excellent wisdom.

It's just that he is naturally overwhelmed in front of his father. Even he, the number one debater, can't beat his father, not only in experience, but also in experience and cultural gap.

He's really good at talking.

"This is not a question of logic, nor is it a question of right or wrong. I just let you know that it is stupid, of course stupid, to give up the best answer and turn around to prove yourself in the most difficult way."

Wu Ye: "."

"Your personality is just like your mother's. If you have wine today, you are drunk today. If you worry about it tomorrow, you will worry about it tomorrow. At worst, you are lazy and have no plans. In the words of you young people, this is salted fish."

"Did you know that times have changed?"

Wu Ye: "."

"Your mother has me, and I am working hard to protect her living conditions, so that she can not choose a lifestyle she doesn't like, so she can be a salted fish, bask in the sun every day, cook, go shopping, and take a walk Dog, the love you expect is actually like this, what protection can you give your lover? Empty words? Or pale promises, language is the cheapest thing in this world, after all, speaking doesn’t cost anything.”

Wu Ye: "."

Wu Ye can't say no to him, it has always been like this, he is not angry, and he never overwhelms himself in decibels to prove his father's majesty.

Always light words, pointing to the core.

"Didn't you say that people should follow their hearts?"

"I also said it was capricious."

Wu Ye: "..."

Everything is justified by being a father. It is you who say what is true, what is false, what is right and what is wrong.

"The company is not suitable for me!" Wu Ye sighed.

"I am your father!" Old Wu replied.

Wu Ye touched his face, you are my father, I don't want to go now either.

Wu Ye fell silent.

Negotiation often means finding a balance that everyone accepts.

"I want to go out, the company is not suitable for me, no matter if you are stupid or not, haven't you learned how to carve seals?" Grandpa Wu Ye is a master of seal carvers, and his father can't even hold a carving knife well.

Old Wu paused, piercing his heart.

"Maybe my method is wrong. I simply thought you could understand. After all, this kind of understanding should not be difficult."

"Grandpa probably thought the same way at the time."

Old Wu: "..."

He was silent.

Both father and son have their own ideas.

Click, the door opened.

Neither Wu Ye nor his father looked back. They both knew that it was the mother who bought the vegetables who came back.

The two of them didn't speak, and Lao Wu didn't speak until she went to the kitchen.

"You are already 22 years old, you have time and opportunity, insist on your so-called independence of personality and self-realization, I will not hinder your progress, but you should not enjoy vested interests while coldly resisting being arranged, manipulated, and shouted Let your father force his ideas on you, in short, all high-spirited talk without economic basis is nothing but castles in the air." He stood up and looked at his son who was 1.8 meters taller than himself.

"At the age of 25, I will give you time to waste, hit the wall, challenge yourself, and realize your talent, is that enough?"

Wu Ye looked up at him, took out the car keys, took out the wallet, and took out the bank cards one by one. He explained his choice with actions.

He thinks he can, even if it is naive, it is a dream carefully cared for, not a bubble crushed by reason.

Just like what his father said, he thinks a lot, does little, and has the common faults of most young people. He is just an ordinary person who understands but cannot accept his father's expectations.

If one day he comes back with scars all over to inherit the family business, then he admits it.

Seeing Wu Ye's actions, Wu Ye's father just looked at him. The child is not sensible, so let him know that the reason why he is relaxed is because someone is carrying the weight.

If you want to venture out, you can!

The conclusion of a conversation is this. The father feels that the child is stubborn and stupid, and the child feels that the father is too strong to understand himself.

Take a step back.

A conflict cache area was found, and each got barely acceptable results.

"What are you father and son talking about?" came a gentle voice.

"We were talking about tea just now!" The father and son replied in unison.

Incomparably proficient and incomparably tacit understanding, it was like the result of rigorous rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala.

　The new book sets sail, and I wish it goes well.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)