At the Linhai Hotel in Q City, Yang Daxiong hosted a banquet to welcome his nephew Yang Junhao.

Throughout the afternoon, Yang Daxiong has been receiving customers. Real estate development requires investors. A large-scale real estate requires the participation of many parties to be successful, unless the power reaches an extraordinary situation.

Yang Junhao drank all afternoon. Old Yang was a drunkard. Yang Junhao really chose the wrong person to drink with him.

"Junhao! I heard that your elegant company is doing pretty well right now!" Yang Daxiong said with a smile.

The uncle and nephew have not seen each other for some time. Yang Daxiong is actually closer to Yang Junhao than to his own son.

Yang Junhao said with shame: "This company is about to close down, but it's not bad!"

"You kid is just talking nonsense, but your dad told me that not long after you took office, you made some improvements. That branch was originally going to be destroyed, but because of you, it miraculously turned around.

! Your dad is so happy, he praised you so much on the phone!" Yang Daxiong nodded repeatedly in appreciation.

"This is all thanks to everyone, I am just a participant. If Elegance can really get on the right track, it will be a good thing." Yang Junhao said modestly.

Yang Daxiong narrowed his eyes and squinted: "I haven't seen you for a few months, you've changed a lot!"

Yang Junhao glanced at himself, shook his head and said, "It's still the same!"

"No! You have become much more mature! This is a good thing. It is a good thing for Fujia Group and your father!" There was something difficult to detect in Yang Daxiong's admiring face.

Yang Junhao smiled, suddenly curled his lips and said, "Second uncle, I don't know if you know that my dad is sick. If you ask him what illness he has, he won't tell you!"

In the private room of the hotel, there were only two people, uncle and nephew, at this time. Yang Daxiong had specially arranged it so that no third person was required to participate.

With no one else around, Yang Daxiong and Yang Junhao can talk more freely, and there is no need to be secretive about any important topics.

After hearing Yang Junhao's words, Yang Daxiong's expression gradually faded a lot: "Your dad also told me about this on the phone, Junhao! Do your own thing with peace of mind. No matter what happens in the future, I hope you can

Be responsible for your own affairs instead of thinking about your father and mother. After all, they can't protect you forever."

"Second uncle, what do you mean by this? What disease does my father have? Is it an incurable disease?" Yang Junhao's face turned sallow, and a bad premonition pounded in his small heart.

Yang Daxiong shook his head: "Why are you asking so many questions? Drink!"

Picking up the wine glass, Yang Daxiong raised it and drank it in one gulp.

Yang Junhao couldn't drink it no matter what. First, he had been drinking all afternoon today, and because of his father Yang Fu's illness, he felt uneasy.

"What's the matter? You pretended that you couldn't see the wine that my second uncle offered you?" Yang Daxiong looked slightly startled and said softly.

"Second uncle! Me!" Yang Junhao wanted to say that everyone had to hide his father's illness from him. How could he drink if he didn't feel at ease?

Unexpectedly, before the words left his mouth, Yang Daxiong stretched out his hand to interrupt: "I don't want to say whether there are some, just relax and drink with me!"

Under the glare in his eyes, Yang Junhao slowly picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank it all.

Yang Daxiong smiled: "Very good! I'll punish you with another drink! If you drink with me and show such a look, you deserve a beating!"

Grabbing the bottle and filling the empty glass in front of Yang Junhao, Yang Daxiong waved: "Drink!"

Yang Junhao had no choice, he frowned, picked up the wine glass and drank it to the bottom.

Yang Daxiong gradually changed his smile and filled the cup in front of him again: "Junhao! I found that you don't know much about the rules at the wine table! I am an elder, should you propose a toast to me?"

Yang Junhao burped, his face turned blood red from the wine. He tremblingly picked up the wine glass: "Second uncle! I respect you..."

The two of them drank the wine in their glasses. Yang Daxiong was very happy, but Yang Junhao was already drunk. If he stood up, he would definitely lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Yang Daxiong handed over a cigarette, put aside his status as an elder, and lit it for Yang Junhao.

"Junhao, I am a rough man. Anyone who sees me will think that I am a rough guy at first sight. Indeed! With a weight of nearly 240 kilograms and a height of over 1.7 meters, I am a fat man.

Yang Daxiong smiled, lifted up his clothes to reveal his belly button, and continued: "Look at my belly and give me a metaphor!"

Yang Junhao was drowsy and almost fell asleep after three glasses of wine in a row.

Staring with groggy eyes, Yang Junhao burped again: "Like, like a pregnant woman!"

"You kid are talking nonsense! Do pregnant women have a belly as big as mine? When your aunt was pregnant with your brother, her belly was not as big as mine!" Yang Daxiong laughed.

"Aunt!" Yang Junhao narrowed one eye and smiled awkwardly: "Second uncle, it must have been five years since aunt died?"

"You're such a drunk kid. Why have you been dead for five years? You haven't died yet!" Yang Daxiong no longer advised Yang Junhao to drink. He filled up the wine himself and began to drink.

"Second uncle... you just drank too much! I attended my aunt's funeral, and I saw with my own eyes when my aunt was about to close her eyes!" Yang Junhao kept belching, and he stumbled even when he spoke in a daze.

"Your aunt had a heart disease, okay! She died five years ago. To be honest, every time I think of her, my heart seems to be filled with bitterness." Yang Daxiong drank continuously.

Five years ago, Yang Daxiong went to a nightclub with a group of clients, and it was close to early morning when he returned home.

On the sofa in the living room, his wife's eyes were wide open and her limbs were weak. She was falling ill.

Yang Daxiong woke up from the fright and hurriedly sent her to the hospital, but it was still half a beat too late. When the car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, people had already passed by.

Whenever he thought of the painful expression on her face at that time, Yang Daxiong felt uncomfortable. The doctor told him that if he had been sent to her five minutes earlier, he would not have paid the price with his life.

"Junhao! A person's life or death is determined by God's will. If God wants to take someone away, he will not give him any extra time!" Yang Daxiong's face turned red after drinking, and the smell of alcohol was lingering.

Yang Junhao touched his pocket and took out a box of top-quality Yellow Crane Tower. This was given to him by his uncle, Old Man Yang, and he couldn't take it even if he wanted it.

Lighting a cigarette for Yang Daxiong, Yang Junhao comforted him: "Second uncle, we are chatting, why do we end up talking about the topic of death?"

"Yes! I came to you for a drink alone today just to talk about this death!" Yang Daxiong waved his hand and said in a rough voice.

Death is something that is difficult for anyone or any life to avoid.

"Your aunt's death has directly changed me a lot. Do you think I haven't gone to nightclubs for so many years? I have nothing but work every day!" Yang Daxiong burped from wine, his face turned red and his neck thickened.

"Second uncle, if you want to be more liberal, wouldn't it be easy to find another one based on your identity?" Yang Junhao persuaded.

Yang Daxiong is the vice president of Fujia Group and is definitely worth billions.

These days, women are all looking for money and waving a lot of money around. Even an 18-year-old girl will definitely be willing to get into her arms.

"Looking for a good person like your aunt? Looking for a woman like your aunt who will stay with me for decades without complaining or complaining no matter what happens? A wife of wretchedness will not be able to live in this life.

There is a second one!" Yang Daxiong had a deep affection for his wife, but God did not fulfill his wishes and took her away at the best age!

The two have been together since they were in their early twenties. At that time, the Fujia Group had not yet been established. At that time, Yang Fujia and Yang Daxiong were just young guys who had just arrived in Shanghai and fooled around.

Yang Daxiong's wife is really a bad wife. From poverty to wealth, I have to say that her fate is really bad. When her son is about to go to college, when she can relax and do something she wants to do, she lets go.

This is the end of the world.

"Second uncle, don't be too sad! I remember who told me that facing death is also a part of life! Death is already dead, and the living have to live, right?" Yang Junhao patted his second uncle gently.

shoulder, comforted.

Yang Daxiong raised his head, picked up the wine glass, and there was a smile on his face: "Very good! If you can think so, the second uncle will be very happy, let's do it!"

After finishing a glass of wine, Yang Junhao waved his hands repeatedly: "Second uncle, I really can't drink anymore. If you want to talk, I'll accompany you. If you ask me to drink with you, I really can't!"

"How can a grown man say no? That's bullshit! You can't say no at any time, understand?" Yang Daxiong's face darkened and he snorted.

Yang Junhao nodded and understood the teaching deeply: "Okay! I just don't drink. I want to talk to my second uncle. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after drinking too much!"

Yang Daxiong nodded: "Junhao! Back then, your father and I were anxiously waiting for news about your mother in the delivery room in the hospital. From the time you were born until now, I have witnessed you grow up day by day!

Including your brother, you two are the pride of your father and I, and are also the future of our Yang family!" At this point, Yang Daxiong couldn't hide his disappointment: "It's just that your brother is an unfilial son, which really disappoints me!"

Yang Daxiong's son has been smart and motivated in his studies since he was a child. He has always been among the top three in his class. However, as he grew older and studied abroad, he completely changed.

He would not take the initiative to call Yang Daxiong all year round. He would call Yang Daxiong every time he missed him, but the conversation between the two often ended hastily with Yang Daxiong's roar.

"He must be too nervous about his studies. He will be fine after he comes back." Yang Junhao smiled and said.

"No! He has completely changed. He has become unrecognizable to me! Maybe the foreigner's ideas have been instilled in his mind. I really shouldn't have sent him to study abroad! Alas!" Yang Daxiong sighed repeatedly, now full of regret.

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Back then, after his mother died of illness, Yang Daxiong was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he thought it would be better to give him a change of environment, so that he might be able to temporarily forget the grief of losing his mother.

However, things were far more complicated than imagined. He went away for several years and never came back. Apart from asking for money, there was basically no contact. Even his son Binbin never took the initiative to ask.

"Second uncle, you should go back to S City more often. Binbin misses grandpa!" Yang Junhao laughed.
Chapter completed!