Early the next morning, William Chen stood up and prepared to fight the American Internet Group.

Tang Feng received calls from Mexican homes since early in the morning, asking him to go to Mexican homes as soon as possible. Tang Feng originally wanted to have breakfast in the restaurant, but in the end he had to give up.

I took a bus to my home in Mexican early.

The Mexican home is a manor, which is large and beautifully decorated, but the entire manor does not look like a hint of grief.

When Mexido died, he was eighty-six years old. He married seven wives in his life, either dead or separated. He did not have time to leave any will, so his property was distributed evenly to the twenty-three children left by these seven wives.

Because Mexido has been a young man who is debauchery and selfish since his youth. Therefore, in his eighty-six years of his career, he only cares about himself. Neither his wife nor his children can get any love from him.

Even, in terms of material things, he also strictly controls them. He gives them all their living needs, but does not give them much cash control. Each child can only receive five thousand dollars of living allowance from him every month.

This should be considered pretty good for ordinary people, but it is unbearable for the children living in billionaires' homes.

Mexito's way of treating his children was only harsh and did not educate them. Therefore, none of his twenty-three children was good. This is probably why he was unwilling to leave a will. Anyway, he was not angry, so just keep in his lifetime and let them do what they do after him.

It is precisely because the relationship between father and son and father is so cold that it has reached the point of confrontation that Lucy has such a terrible performance last night.

There is no doubt that no matter how strict the standard is measured, Mexido is a successful businessman, and no matter how loose the standard is measured, Mexido is a failed father.

As for the whole life, except for the temporary satisfaction of yu hope, Messito did not really gain anything in his life. Because when he died, no one in the world would cry for him.

This was the idea that Tang Feng came up with when he saw the smiles on the faces of the people in the manor all the way. Finally, Tang Feng's car was parked in the lobby of the distinguished guests specially received by the Mexican family.

There, Burton had already arrived not long ago, and a table had already been rushing for him in the hall. He sat on the ground and lay on the table and wrote the check desperately. Those who had already signed the agreement with him took the text handed over by the young man standing next to him, made the final confirmation and signature, and then shook hands with Burton, and then took his check with him with a smile.

When Tang Feng, who was wearing a dress, showed up with flowers in his hand and Ye Huiran, who was carrying a document box, appeared, those who had signed an agreement with him quickly surrounded him.

Some people still complained, "Why did you come? They have arrived long ago."

Soon, they pounced on a table for him in the seat opposite Burton, and then Tang Feng and Ye Huiran began to repeat what Burton and his assistant were doing just now.

At an occasional gap, Tang Feng raised his head and happened to meet Burton's gaze. At this time, both of them saw an indescribable bitter smile on each other's faces. Although they were in opposition, when facing such a family and such children, they could not help but have the same helpless feeling as enemies.

When the sign-in was last, she was an 18-year-old girl named Platta, and her face looked very round. Perhaps the Mexican family had obesity. She looked like her sisters, and she didn't look pretty because she was obese, but her face was very rosy and youthful. Compared to her sisters, Tang Feng undoubtedly had the best impression of her, because at least she was not as good as wolves and tigers as they were.

When Tang Feng wrote the check and handed it to her, she did not immediately accept it, but asked: "Mr. Tang, will you really run your father's company as you once told me, instead of just wanting to sell it?"

This was a normal question, but after experiencing the first nine people who ran away immediately with a check in joy, Tang Feng was a little moved when facing this question.

He looked at Planta and said seriously: "Yes, I will run your father's company well as I promised you."

"So, thank you. I'm still studying. After I graduate, can I go to work at my father's company?" Planta asked again.

Tang Feng nodded with a smile, "I will personally preside over your exam. As long as you can pass the exam, I will definitely arrange a good position for you in person."

"Okay, then I will work hard." Planta said, nodded, took Tang Feng's check, signed the document, and walked away slowly. Tang Feng closed his eyes and sat on the floor, feeling in a bad mood.

"Afeng, let's go. I don't like staying here very much." After a while, Ye Huiran said.

"Okay, let's go." Tang Feng stood up and walked out the door with Ye Huiran. While walking, he said with gratitude: "Fortunately, he didn't call Uncle Mo. With his temper, he might beat these people up."

"Even I can't help but want to do this." Ye Huiran said while frowned and walked into the car.

"Yes, no matter what my father has done, but it is his father after all. How can this be done?" Tang Feng walked into the car and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly became silent.

Ye Huiran saw something wrong with Tang Feng, and asked, "Afeng, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Feng looked at Ye Huiran and shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just reflecting on some things when I was a child."

When Tang Feng finished his mission at Mexido Manor and began to fall into remembrance and reflection on the past, the Wall Street stock market had just begun. William Chen, who had been preparing for a long time, jumped up from his seat, waved his hands to his subordinates, and said, "Brothers, the battle is on!"
Chapter completed!