In the mansion, an old man was leisurely looking at the newspaper.

"Grandpa, I'm back!" Feng Wei quickly walked into the door.

The old man put down the newspaper and his eyes shone: "Have you seen that girl from the Xun family?"

Feng Wei nodded, and a trace of gloom flashed across his face: "I've seen it."

"I told you that girl was holding her in her mouth and insisted on getting into trouble." The old man smiled faintly.

Feng Weiyi said with some advice: "Grandpa, stop talking sarcastic. Aren't you also trying to make the Xun family's idea?"

The old man was slightly stunned and then laughed again. His laughter was refreshing, but it sounded very strange.

The Feng family is almost everyone knows about it in Shanghai. As the son of the Feng family, Feng Wei is also doing well in Shanghai, but at home, he always feels creepy when facing this old man.

No wonder, who was able to take root in Shanghai in the 1980s and rank high in the high places, without the iron-blooded skills?

As an older generation of capitalists, Feng Jing was probably already fully fed by the worldly styles. This alone is not something that the rich second generation can match.

Sitting on the sofa, Feng Wei said in confusion: "Grandpa, there are so many forces in Shanghai that have established relationships with us, why do you have to spend a lot of effort to win over Xun Mu?"

Feng Jing smoked tobacco and said leisurely: "People die for money and birds die for food. The people outside are all staring at our golden bowl. It is not easy to make them live and die."

"Grandpa thinks no one can believe it?" Feng Wei asked.

"Awei, this business is like you lie to me and I lie to you. Whoever takes the big trap will benefit more." Feng Jing smiled and said, "Xun Mu is now a down-and-out phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. As long as we help, with his personality, we will definitely be grateful."

"What's more, Shanghai has become a small place, and all forces are entrenched, and sooner or later there will be a bloody battle. Instead of spending energy here, it is better to go somewhere else to plan a good plan."

China has been extremely weak for a long time, and finally made a comeback, so we naturally need to speed up the development process. Shanghai has been mixed since ancient times, and there are not many people of all religions and ninth ranks. It is very human to stand here.

The Feng family is rich and has many enemies, so they don’t care about each other openly because they are afraid of using cold guns to each other.

At that time, the Kowloon Pavilion in Hong Kong was famous and the head was assassinated by a master. The Shanghai beach has a lot of power, and no one can guarantee that he can live to see the sun tomorrow!

So a few years ago, Feng Jing intended to transfer the industry, and for this reason, he spared no effort to make friends with Xun Mu.

First, the two families have old feelings, second, Xun Mu is loyal and righteous, and he will repay all kindness, and third, the Qingmu Gang is entrenched in Yuhang. With this local snake, the Feng family can save a lot of trouble.

Feng Wei was not stupid either. After Feng Jingdian was asked, he immediately understood and was happy: "Borrowing the power of Xun Mu to protect our house. Grandpa, Jiang is still so hot!"

"What I want is not borrowing!" Feng Jing smiled coldly.

A chill surged in Feng Wei's heart and he tentatively said: "Grandpa, you don't want it..."

Feng Jing looked sideways and said quietly: "Some things are better to keep in your stomach!"

"Oh……"

With an awkward expression, Feng Wei laughed dryly and felt even more trembling at the old man's methods.

Seeing his grandson's uneasiness, Feng Jing also smiled and said, "You can go to Yuhang more often in the future and wait and see the situation."

"Go again?" Feng Wei's face was bitter, and he was neglected by Xun Bing. His patience had been mostly eroded. Moreover, he could see that Xun Bing had no interest in him at all. If he continued to entangle, he would be useless.

Feng Jing smiled and said, "Men chased her and crossed the mountain. That girl Xun Bing has a strange temper, but she is meticulous and has a sharp work. If you can marry her, she will definitely be your help in the future!"

"I know Grandpa."

Feng Wei was angry, but he didn't dare to vent his voice on the old man, so he had to respond and retreat outside the door.

Walking in the garden, Feng Wei was listless, and suddenly someone came over and said with a smile: "The winter night is long and you are walking alone. Young Master Feng is so excited!"

"Guo Ming?" Feng Wei frowned.

The man was wearing a suit and ties, with a greasy hair, and looked gentle and elegant, with a handsome appearance.

Feng Wei smiled faintly: "You are not staying in West Kowloon, why are you here to Shanghai?"

"I haven't seen each other for two years, I'm just here to see my friends." The young man held his hands: "What? Not welcome?"

Feng Wei bowed and said, "How dare I? No matter how arrogant I am, I can't beat you, Mr. Guo, to leave!"

When Guo Ming heard the words, he was not upset: "Stop praising me. I have been locked up in Hong Kong for two years. Now, I am afraid no one will recognize me in Shanghai!"

Feng Wei sneered in his heart that the four major families in Shanghai have strong financial resources. As the eldest son of the Guo family, Guo Ming naturally wants to get the wind and rain.

When it comes to the social circle of the upper class, it is a quagmire under the stone mortar. Some are mostly intertwined with hypocrisy and deep cunning. Only Feng Wei and Guo Ming have a similar stinky taste and have been together all day long, and have developed into a close friend of the wealthy wolf.

Unfortunately, two years ago, Guo Ming killed someone on the street, causing a storm. In order to protect him, the Guo family had to send him to Hong Kong to avoid the limelight. This took two years to leave.

"Tell me, what are your plans for coming back this time?"

"Just a fugitive, what can you do?" Guo Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You should know the murder of Jiuhua Pavilion back then?"

"Jiuhua Pavilion?" Feng Wei was puzzled.

Guo Ming said slowly: "I went to Hong Kong two years ago and went there before. I met someone there!"

"Who?" Feng Wei asked.

Guo Ming said: "White-armed Giant Ape!"

"Yu Xian, the owner of Xihua Martial Arts Hall?" Feng Wei couldn't help but be surprised.

"That's right, it's the master." Guo Ming laughed.

"He had closed the store five years ago and couldn't leave, so how could he accept you as his disciple?" Feng Wei was stunned again.

If the business is good, no one will be both black and white. The Guo family is rich and powerful, so naturally there are a group of forces willing to work hard for it.

The Xihua Martial Arts Hall is well-known in Kowloon City, and many martial artists admire it and spare no expense to get started in order to practice one move and half a stance.

The museum owner Yu Xian is over 60 years old and is very knowledgeable about ancient martial arts. He is highly respected by everyone in Kowloon City.

But five years ago, he claimed to have a disease and since then he closed his home to cultivate and no longer accepted disciples.

Seeing him surprised, Guo Ming smiled even more.

No wonder, after all, Yu Xian is quite famous in Kowloon City, and it is definitely worth showing off to be able to join him.

Feng Wei is a playboy, but he is not very colorful. Compared to his wrists, he is not a little worse than Guo Ming. However, as a friend, he has already touched the other party's bottom.

A famous martial arts master makes exceptions for no reason to accept disciples, but it would be strange if there is no trick in it.

"Didn't you drug the old man?" Feng Wei smiled evilly when he remembered that this guy had committed a crime.

"Get out, I am a serious man!" Guo Ming laughed and cursed, then leaned into his ear and said sneakily: "My master is looking for someone!"

"Who?" Feng Wei asked, tilting his head.

“**!”

"The person who died in Jiuhua Pavilion was my master's son. Unfortunately, the murderer is still missing. However, my master found clues on his body and determined that the murderer was using the Five Elements Killing Fist, so he sent me back to inquire as a condition

, He will teach all his martial arts to you."

"I thought this guy was successful, but he turned out to be a terrible guy." Feng Wei snorted in his heart, but his face was puzzled: "There are so many people calling him **. You need to find a needle in a haystack!"

Seeing him pretending, Guo Ming immediately smiled and said, "Who doesn't know that you, Mr. Feng, is famous for being a famous scholar in Shanghai. As long as you say a word, let alone a living person, you can even get the tombstones out."

With the power of the Guo family, it is not easy to find someone in Shanghai, but it is not difficult. However, Guo Ming has a bloody case, and once it appears publicly, it will inevitably be noticed by the police.

Feng Wei is careless and he will not attract attention, and he will not expose him and Yu Xian.

"It's okay to help you, but..." Feng Wei showed a meaningful smile.

"I have two villas in Puxi, you can take them!" Guo Ming waved his hand.

In the 1980s, Shanghai was still deserted across the Huangpu River, and the most luxurious place was Puxi, which led to the rumor that "I would rather have a bed in Puxi than a house in Pudong."

It has to be said that the money can be paid for by ordinary rich children.

Feng Wei shook his head and smiled, "No, you just need to deal with Xun Bing for me."

"The hero is sad to pass the beauty!"

When Guo Ming came back, he also heard about the marriage between Feng Xun's families. He originally wanted to use Feng Wei to pick up girls and a woman could get it easily, but now it seems that it is not easy.

Feng Wei said coldly: "Don't talk sarcasticly, that woman is wild, if you were you, you would be disappointed!"

"Don't worry, as long as she is a woman, she can't escape my palm!" Guo Ming looked like he was planning and strategizing.

"Let's go, have some fun in the evening!"

Feng Wei was in a good mood, so he turned around and tied his arms around Guo Ming, got in the car and drove to the city.

In the mansion, an old man was leisurely looking at the newspaper.

"Grandpa, I'm back!" Feng Wei quickly walked into the door.

The old man put down the newspaper and his eyes shone: "Have you seen that girl from the Xun family?"

Feng Wei nodded, and a trace of gloom flashed across his face: "I've seen it."

"I told you that girl was holding her in her mouth and insisted on getting into trouble." The old man smiled faintly.

Feng Weiyi said with some advice: "Grandpa, stop talking sarcastic. Aren't you also trying to make the Xun family's idea?"

The old man was slightly stunned and then laughed again. His laughter was refreshing, but it sounded very strange.

The Feng family is almost everyone knows about it in Shanghai. As the son of the Feng family, Feng Wei is also doing well in Shanghai, but at home, he always feels creepy when facing this old man.

No wonder, who was able to take root in Shanghai in the 1980s and rank high in the high places, without the iron-blooded skills?
To be continued...