The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

Walking a few hundred meters inward from the largest wharf in Hankou City, the buildings transformed from Western-style buildings are brightly lit.

It was getting dark, and the cook hadn't finished dinner yet. Mrs. Wen had just finished her business and walked into the living room, when she saw her two sons occupying one end of the sofa, sitting upright, and would rather be in a daze than communicate with each other.

"Rui'er, Heng'er, why did you come back so early today?" She took off the cloak on her body and handed it to the servant girl while striding forward.

Mrs. Wen, like Wen Jiulou, came from a reckless background. She has been married for more than 20 years. When she was young, she followed Wen Jiulou through the rivers and lakes. With two guns in her pocket, she dared to challenge the general. But still out of tune with ordinary ladies.

Of course, looking at the whole of Hankou, no one has ever dared to say a word to Mrs. Wen to obey the rules - they are afraid that the gun of this beautiful woman will be on their foreheads in the next second.

"Father sent someone in the afternoon to let us come back earlier, we have something to discuss." Wen Heng, the second youngest of the Wen family, explained to his mother.

"En." First Young Master Wen just responded, indicating that he was the same.

"..." Mrs. Wen looked around at her two sons, completely speechless.

The eldest son had a paralyzed face when he was young, and he never uttered more than three words; the second son was slightly better than his brother, he could talk and laugh, but his bones were weak, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

What's worse, when the two brothers met, the talking second son stopped talking. The two brothers seemed to have a grudge against each other, and neither paid any attention to the other. They exchanged a few words, which made Mrs. Wen's teeth itch.

But I really asked them if they had any grievances and wanted to reconcile, but both of them said in unison that there was no.

After a long time, Mrs. Wen could only admit that she gave birth to such two unusual sons and let them be "brothers and friends".

——Thinking that she and Wen Jiulou both had a fiery temper while drinking in big bowls, but the sons they gave birth to were more stingy than each other, Madam Wen felt depressed.

Fortunately, although these two boys have bad tempers, they are no worse than his father. The eldest son graduated from the British military academy last year and practiced under the inspector. Wen Jiulou and Mrs. Wen were very satisfied with his degree in chemistry and martial arts.

"Go out today to discuss business with the Li family? How do you feel?" Mrs. Wen untied the whip from her waist, sat in the middle of the sofa, and turned to ask her second son.

"The Li family plans to ship a batch of grain to Shanghai to sell. There are a lot of goods, and they want to get a discount. I followed the original example."

This matter was not considered a big deal in the first place, but Madam Wen casually gave it to the second son to let him adapt to practice. Wen Heng did nothing wrong with handling it. Madam Wen nodded and didn't comment much.

"Your eldest brother has made a lot of contributions in the army this year, and his family's business has been able to convince the public. What are your plans? Do you also learn business from me?" Mrs. Wen asked again.

This question is actually a bit sensitive. After all, since ancient times, brothers have fought against each other for power. Although the Wen family is no better than the emperor, they hold the right of shipping in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, and they can be said to be extremely powerful.

Although Wen Jiulou and his wife feel that their son is not that kind of person, they are still a little worried about the real power. The son is not capable of annoying people, and the son is too capable to worry about others.

Wen Jiulou's original intention was to make a bowl of water level, but the division of power is not the division of biscuits. How could it be so easy to achieve complete fairness? He was afraid that the two brothers would have a rift because of these, so he discussed with Mrs. Wen for a long time, and finally decided Mrs. Wen will take the lead.

And Mrs. Wen asked this question when both of them were together, hoping that they would not think too much and talk about everything face to face.

"I won't take over the family's business. I will build the laboratory first, and inspect the pharmaceutical factory that the adults said, and I will talk about the rest later." Under Mrs. Wen's gaze, Wen Heng said directly without thinking, It seems that the plan has been made long ago.

"Yes." First Young Master Wen Wen Rui continued to cherish words like gold.

"..." Mrs. Wen suspects that the two boys have communicated about this issue in private, and she feels a headache when she thinks that they did not talk more than five words when they got along.

It is difficult for them to be able to communicate.

Mrs. Wen was so angry that she wanted to laugh, but her heart was much relieved. She picked up the small Western cake on the tea table and bit her teeth a few times, before turning to another question that the Chinese elders had never changed.

"Speaking of which, Heng'er will be nineteen soon, and Rui'er will be 21. Under normal circumstances, children of this age should be born. You have been delayed for a few years because of studying abroad. I think it's time to decide."

"..."

Mrs. Wen was talking about two people, but she turned her eyes to Wen Rui. After all, he was the elder brother.

Young Master Wen, who was urged to marry by his mother's eyes, remained dark. He lowered his head and took a sip of the tea in his hand. Shi Shiran said, "He is even more anxious."

This he, of course, refers to Wen Ershao.

After such a reminder, Mrs. Wen thought that her second son was different, and immediately felt that what she said made sense, and turned her attention to Wen Heng.

"Heng'er... You really need to take care of your situation. If you find something suitable, you must tell your mother, and my mother will help you get married!"

"..." Wen Heng looked over Mrs. Wen to Wen Rui on the other side of the sofa speechlessly, as if saying that the brother was not kind.

First Young Master Wen, who was accused by his younger brother, took another sip of tea, without any guilt—brother, isn't it just for cheating?

In fact, the two brothers of the Wen family are both black-bellied, the difference is that one has a facial paralysis and talks less, while the other is a little more normal.

"Mom, I've said it before. I will definitely not let go if I meet the right one by fate. If I don't have fate, I don't have to force it." Wen Heng said helplessly, and kicked the ball to Wen Rui again, "Why don't you just give it to me?" I'm talking nonsense, why don't I go and pick a girl with a good temperament and family background for my elder brother, at least I can find it somewhere."

"But you've been procrastinating. Maybe there's a suitable one. What if I miss it after a few years of marriage?" Mrs. Wen said with a sad face. Let’s take a look at the young masters here, is there a woman you like who can think of a way to propose marriage for you?”

"...Mother, those who will get married are not the same as me, so there is no need to make things difficult for them." Wen Heng could only sigh.

That's right, Wen Heng, the second son of Wen Jiulou, the famous Wen family in Hankou, likes men.

Wen Heng discovered this problem in his second year of studying in the United States. He spent a week digesting it by himself, and then decisively sent a letter home, throwing the problem to Wen Jiulou and Mrs. Wen.

Wen Jiulou was discussing matters in the study at the time, when he saw the contents of the letter, he pulled out the long knife on the table angrily, and swung it a dozen times in the air, scaring his subordinates so much that they dared not speak out.

However, the disobedient boy is far away in the United States, no matter how much Wen Jiulou wields a knife, it is impossible for Wen Jiulou to go to the United States to whip someone, so he can only scribble and write more than a dozen curse letters. Come back to marry a wife and have children.

Wen Heng had expected his father's reaction long ago, and not only was he not frightened at all, he also expressed his position in the next letter - if Wen Jiulou could not accept his sexual orientation, he would stay in the United States and not come back.

Wen Jiulou twitched his teeth angrily, and smashed several chairs, so the two brothers obviously went abroad together, Wen Rui returned to China last year, but Wen Heng stayed in a foreign country.

It's good that First Young Master Wen didn't come back. Once he came back, every time Wen Jiulou saw the eldest son dangling in front of his eyes, he would inevitably think of his second son who was still in another country. Just wanting to open up and keep persuading, Wen Jiulou finally let go, and Wen Heng was able to return home smoothly.

——As Wen Rui said, what if Wen Heng stays in the United States for a long time and meets a foreign man "true love" and refuses to return to China?

When Wen Jiulou thought of this possibility, he felt a chill all over his body, and it was not so difficult for his son to like men.

However, after Wen Heng returned to China, Wen Jiulou still dragged him into the study with a whip. No one knew what the father and son said that afternoon, only that Wen Jiulou looked a lot better after coming out, and even directly expressed that ——

"What's the point of liking a man? My son is capable. If I want to marry a man, I'm afraid no one will marry him?! If it doesn't work, I can still grab it. My son can't be wronged."

Of course, Wen Heng, who has received higher education, is a civilized person himself, and he has no intention of forcibly snatching a "male daughter-in-law" back.

He went through a lot of trouble just hoping that his parents would not force him to marry the woman. As for the other things, he just let things happen. Now that the country is in crisis, as the second youngest of the Wen family, there are too many things waiting for him to do that are more important than the love between his son and daughter. .

"Heng'er, tell mother the truth, you really haven't met anyone you like?" Mrs. Wen still didn't believe it.

Just as Wen Heng was about to answer, the figure he met during the day suddenly flashed in his mind. He paused for half a second and continued, "No."

——He was probably jet lagged, how could he think of that child who was not as tall as his chest.

But that young man named Xie Yan is really interesting, with a maturity and stability that does not belong to his age. If there is no problem after checking the background, he can be hired as an interpreter in the pharmaceutical factory in the future.

"Ma'am! I'm back, the two boys are here!"

Mrs. Wen was still about to ask, but suddenly she heard Wen Jiulou's voice coming from the door, which solved Wen Heng's urgent need.

"Your voice sounds like thunder from dozens of meters away, so you're not afraid to scare people." Madam Wen complained, but got up to meet her.

It's not that the two of them haven't had red faces in recent years. In the early years, they almost divorced because of Yifang's wife. Now that the children are older, their relationship is better than when they were young. It is also a strange thing.

"Hahaha, I've been here all these years, and I haven't seen you not used to it before." Wen Jiulou walked into the living room with his arms around Mrs. Wen's waist, and said to his two sons, "There is something behind those remnants of the Qing Court, It’s Luo with a big beard from the northwest, and the inspector almost got their way, you two will come to the study with me to listen to it later.”

The remnants of the Qing court?Wen Heng frowned, thinking of something, "Father, do you know how Dechun Class is going?"

"Dechun Class? Oh yes, the one who came to celebrate the inspector's birthday, it really shouldn't have happened before the birthday." Wen Jiulou quickly recalled.

In fact, Xunxuan sent people a lot of money to invite the Dechun troupe, not just to celebrate his birthday, but also for other purposes, but now that the troupe has not arrived, it is useless to say anything else.

"Don't worry about that. Boss Bai of the Dechun class is a famous actor in Beijing, and he has a lot of connections. In addition, Luo Dabeard is also a love of listening to dramas. At most, he will lose some money and nothing will happen." Wen Jiulou thought that his son was worried about not being able to hear the show, and added, "If they can't make it by then, Master Xun will also invite other famous classes to come."

"Madam, the dinner has been set, and Miss San has arrived." A maid came in from the living room and reported in a low voice.

Hearing the word San Miss, the smile on Mrs. Wen's face faded a little. She glanced at the girl who appeared at the door to greet her, and then looked at Wen Jiulou with a smile again, "Let's go eat first. , how to talk about things on an empty stomach, it’s not something important, let’s talk to your two sons after eating.”

"Okay! Just listen to Madam!" Wen Jiulou's voice was like a bell, and he laughed and walked to the restaurant with Madam Wen, followed by Wen Rui and Wen Heng.

The girl in the lotus-coloured pipa jacket with a stand-up collar lowered her head, and waited until the group of people were about to go far away, then she followed behind cautiously, trying to pretend that she was a piece of air, for fear of offending any of the four people in front of her if she was not careful.