After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Shang Ji paused and asked casually: "Did you say anything?"

"……No."

"Yeah." Shang Ji put the necklace back into his pocket and said nothing more.

Yang Ming hesitated and seemed to want to say something. Zheng Rou suddenly called and asked her to go back to eat.

"Your third uncle is here too." Zheng Rou said, "I seem to have heard him tell the old man about the Yuandao Airport project, and it sounds like he wants Shang Mingyu to participate."

Yuandao is a key project to be launched by Shangshi Group after this year. The estimated investment is conservatively 30 billion. In addition to the airport, the project construction area also has a series of infrastructure construction such as a resort and a port next to it.

The Shang Group has been preparing for this project for a long time. When the news first came out, countless people came to the door and wanted a piece of the pie, including other businessmen.

Shang Ji has a high say in this project. Although Shang Zhenghong is the vice president of the group, he can't get involved, so he can only come to see the old man.

When Shang Ji arrived, Shang Zhenghong was coming out of the old man's study. When he saw him, he immediately came over with a smile: "Shang Ji is back. The old man just told me about you."

Shang Ji handed his coat to the servant beside him. After the two sat down in the tea room, he went straight to the point: "I heard that Third Uncle is interested in Yuandao?"

Shang Zhenghong smiled very kindly: "You also know that your brother just idles around all day long. I just want him to learn from you. Money is not important. I just want him to calm down. You how do you feel?"

"it is good."

Shang Ji agreed so readily that Shang Zhenghong was stunned for a moment.

"Did you really agree?"

"We are all one family." Shang Ji said, "My third uncle has already said this, why don't I agree."

"You're right, we are all a family." Shang Zhenghong smiled and narrowed his eyes: "It's time for that kid to restrain his temper. Let him learn from you. If he does something bad, feel free to scold him. You can hit me."

Shang Ji raised his eyebrows: "Third uncle, aren't you afraid that I'll beat someone up?"

"That kid is very thick-skinned, but he lacks lessons." Shang Zhenghong only thought that Shang Ji was joking. They are both the grandsons of merchants. No matter how sure Shang Ji is, he must look at the old man's face.

But what he didn't see was that although Shang Ji had a smile on his face the whole time when he was talking to him, the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

Even in the depths of those dark eyes, it was no longer the indifference and alienation of the past, but a chill and coldness that was so deep that it was shocking.

"By the way, I heard that you have already met Professor Hong?" Shang Zheng Hongzhuang asked casually: "Do you want to invite Professor Hong to participate in the Yuandao project?"

Shang Ji took a sip of tea and said, "Still reading."

"I heard that Professor Hong's project is not over yet. Even if he really agrees, he probably won't have much time."

Shang Ji said in a casual voice: "Mr. Hong is highly respected. If you can really come here, you can just check it."

"Do you already have other candidates?" For such a large project, it is impossible to have only one choice in terms of engineering and design, and listening to Shang Ji's tone, it is obvious that there are other better candidates.

Shang Ji laughed: "I am not responsible for external bidding. If Uncle San wants to know, he can pay attention to it at that time."

That’s what they say, but who doesn’t know that the final say is in the hands of Shang and Hebei?

After dinner, Shang Ji went to the old man's study. When Shang Zhenghong returned to his side, his expression was not very good.

Shang Mingyu frowned: "Brother didn't agree?"

"accepted."

Shang Mingyu was overjoyed: "Really agreed? That's great."

Shang Zhenghong glanced at his unsatisfactory son and said, "You only have this little potential."

Shang Mingyu was not angry, and said happily: "Xiaoxue has always said that I am idle and not doing anything serious. Now that my elder brother has asked me to participate in Yuandao, Xiaoxue must be very happy. Dad, just wait, Xiaoxue and I will give it to you soon." You will have a grandson."

The child in Xiaoxue's belly last time was the merchant's first great-grandson. Shang Zhenghong was extremely proud of this, but in the end the child was gone because of Song Xi'er.

Shang Zhenghong always remembered this matter.

"Shang Ji's engagement with the banker is cancelled. My sister-in-law may not be able to find a new candidate for a while. You and Xiaoxue should work hard." Shang Zhenghong said.

"Don't worry, I'll tell Xiaoxue the good news right away." Shang Mingyu said and ran upstairs excitedly.

Second floor bedroom.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Xiaoxue's soft tone was full of grievances and accusations: "I miss you so much. When will you be free? If you don't have time, okay?"

The man on the other end of the phone didn't know what he said. Xiaoxue blurted out unhappily: "She doesn't know, and you and her are getting divorced."

After a few seconds, Xiaoxue nodded: "Okay, I promise you. Then you kiss me, and I--"

Before he finished speaking, the door to the room was suddenly opened, and Shang Mingyu walked in from the outside with an excited look on his face: "Wife."

Xiaoxue quickly hung up the phone, smiled, turned around and called softly: "Husband."

Shang Mingyu took the person into his arms and kissed him hard: "Eldest brother agreed to let me participate in the Yuandao case."

Xiaoxue also kissed him and was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Dad told me just now." Shang Mingyu started to take off Xiaoxue's clothes eagerly while kissing him: "Honey, I keep my word. Now I have the ability to support you and our children. ”

Xiaoxue pushed him shyly: "What are you talking about? Where did the child come from?"

"If we work harder, we will have it soon."

"But it's broad daylight now, and dad is still at home..."

"It's okay, Dad is more anxious than me."

……

Song Xi'er went home directly. Su Mei had already known that she was coming back and had prepared a table of dishes in advance to wait for her.

Song Xier was holding a basket of very fresh strawberries in her hand. When Su Mei looked over, she smiled and said, "I was downstairs just now, and Uncle Shang forced it on me."

Su Mei didn't say anything, she just stared at Song Xi'er for a few seconds and then asked in surprise: "You seem a little fatter?"

Song Xi'er heard this and raised her hand to press her face: "Has it been seen out?"

She washed her hands and walked to the dining table: "My appetite has improved recently. I eat more than Yang Ming."

Song Xi'er has the kind of physique that doesn't make her fat no matter how much she eats. Especially in the past few years, she studied and worked part-time, which made her very thin. For this reason, Su Mei has been trying her best to feed her, but privately Shang Ji has no idea. I took her to eat less delicious food, but the more she ate, the more she lost weight.

This is the first time I've gained a little weight, but it's not very obvious. It's just that my originally thin chin has a little more meat than before.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat. You just didn't eat enough before." Su Mei was very happy to serve soup to Song Xi'er: "And you use your brain too much every day, so you must consume more, so your appetite will naturally improve."

"Thank you, mom." Song Xi'er took it with a smile and took a sip: "It tastes really good."

"It tastes good, drink more." Su Mei suddenly coughed lightly after finishing her words.

"What's wrong?" Song Xi'er hurriedly put down the bowl: "Did you catch a cold? Influenza A seems to be very serious recently."

As Song Xi'er was about to get the thermometer, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"I'll open it." Song Xi'er thought it was Shang Zhenglin, but unexpectedly it was Qi Xiaorui who stood outside the door.