"Big Young Master, let's go first."

"Goodbye, Master, I'll play with you tomorrow!"

"My eldest, take care of yourself!"

Several teenagers rushed out in a flash, and then turned around and bid farewell to their friends. The sincere love was really touching.

However, the people in the hall did not appreciate it, but instead shouted: "You unfaithful bastards, agreed to face it together and take it for me..."

"Boil it? I'll let you carry it, I'll let you carry it!" Hearing this, Mr. Jiang was like an angry lion, swinging the bamboo pole in his hand, and then whipping it.

"Ahhhhh, you're really fighting!"

For a moment, various screams came from the hall. Fang Yuan was also very knowledgeable and knew that it was not convenient to enter at this time, so he had to stand outside with two employees to wait.

However, the door of the house was open, Fang Yuan still saw some clues. Mr. Jiang was chasing a red-haired boy and beating him. And from the sound of the bamboo pole, you can know that Mr. Jiang was really ruthless, so he beat the boy to hide and call his mother and mother.

It goes without saying that the young man should be Mr. Jiang’s son, Mr. Jiang.

Along the way, Fang Yuan communicated with Mr. Jiang. Among Mr. Jiang's words, Fang Yuan also knew some of his family's situation. For example, there was only one seedling in the family. Because his wife was so fond of him, he did not seek to improve and did not study hard. Especially now, he is in a rebellious period of youth, and is even more lawless, which makes him very troubled.

The Wenchang Tower magic weapon I sought from Xiongmao was prepared by Mr. Jiang for his son. He hoped that the magic weapon would work and bless his son to get into a good school. But when he thought that he had spent more than 100,000 yuan, he hoped that his son would have a good future, but his son had no idea. He even recruited a group of friends to make trouble while he entered the city.

In an instant, Mr. Jiang broke out, whipping and scolding, "Beat you little bastard to death, the eldest young master, you really think that you are the eldest young master. The money I earned with hard work is not for you to lose my family. If you don't make any progress, I would rather donate the money and make a good reputation, and don't leave a single child for you. Let's see how you live..."

"Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!" Young Master Jiang cried and wiped tears, very sad.

"Stop calling you mom, it's useless to call me grandma." Mr. Jiang said angrily: "Today, if I don't kill you, I will take your surname..."

"What's wrong with your son's surname? It's all Jiang anyway." At this moment, a cold voice came out, and a beautiful young woman walked down from the second floor. She was about thirty years old, with a very generous figure, and a high-end cheongsam with a suitable cut, full of a light and simple atmosphere.

Seeing this person, Young Master Jiang seemed to have seen the savior, rushed up and said in tears: "Oh my God, the old man must have taken the wrong medicine today. He wants to crippled me!"

"With me here, I see he dare!" The beautiful young woman snorted, and her eyes glanced at her, full of domineeringness.

"Ahem..." At the same time, Mr. Jiang seemed to see a cat's mouse, hurriedly threw the bamboo pole in his hand aside and patiently explained: "Wife, you don't know, this little boy just now, actually..."

"I know, I'm right upstairs, why don't you know?" The beautiful young woman glared and said, "My son just took a few friends home to play. It's not a bad thing. Why are you so angry that you even hit him."

"I didn't beat him, I just scare him." Mr. Jiang said with a smile.

"I've beaten." Young Master Jiang quickly complained: "Look, there are scars on his arms."

When the beautiful young woman saw it, she immediately got angry and said with a glaring look: "My surname is Jiang, you have a promising future, right? She really dares to beat her son cruelly. Since that's the case, you might as well plan with me."

"Wife, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

In the gloating eyes of Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang whispered to beg for mercy. In the blink of an eye, he immediately found the figures of Fang Yuan and others outside the door. He hurriedly said: "Xiaozhen, there are guests and guests are here, give me some face. If there is anything, can we talk about it again?"

"Guest?" The beautiful young woman turned her head and found the figures of Fang Yuan and the other two. In front of outsiders, she still had to take care of her husband's face. She snorted: "Son, go, don't pay attention to your cruel father. Let's pack our luggage and go back to your grandma's house in two days."

"Oh." Young Master Jiang nodded pitifully. When the beautiful young woman was not paying attention, she immediately made a face at Mr. Jiang, her eyes full of pride.

"You little bastard..." Mr. Jiang was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he could do nothing.

After a while, the beautiful young woman and Young Master Jiang disappeared on the second floor. Then Mr. Jiang turned around to invite Fang Yuan in, looking embarrassed and ashamed: "Brother Fang, I'm sorry, the doctor will inevitably be unvirtuous and unfilial to your wife, which will make you laugh."

Fang Yuan just smiled slightly, without saying anything. The so-called "clever officials can't make a decision on family affairs" is Mr. Jiang's private matter. No one knows what he thought. He responded casually, and it might be counterproductive. Just like his alma mater, it doesn't matter how much he complains, but it's not good for others to say more, and he will probably turn against him.

Moreover, from the comparison of age between Mr. Jiang and his wife, it should be a combination of an old man and a young wife. Generally speaking, people who are afraid of their wives, as long as they are not very tough, must be extremely loving, and this is why they are afraid of love. In other words, if Fang Yuan dares to say that Mr. Jiang’s wife is not good at all, maybe Mr. Jiang will hate Fang Yuan for meddling in other people’s business.

"A kind mother is so bad." After Mr. Jiang sighed, he also changed the topic: "Brother Xiao Fang, there are many mountains outside our town. What do you think about building the tower on the mountain?"

"It depends on the shape of the mountain." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "If the mountain is flat, it is indeed suitable to build a tower. If the mountain is steep, it is not impossible, but you have to invest more energy and money."

"That's it!" Mr. Jiang nodded and suggested: "Since that's the case, then go outside and take a look."

"Okay!" Fang Yuan smiled secretly, understanding that Mr. Jiang was eager to get rid of the predicament and didn't want to stay at home for too long. He naturally would not object. He stood up and said in a cooperative manner: "Mr. Jiang, we are not familiar with this place, so please help you lead the way."

Mr. Jiang was very happy and hurriedly led the way: "Everyone comes with me..."

The villa is right next to the suburbs, and there are mountains nearby. Fang Yuan walked around and looked around and found that the mountainous land here was very stormy, circling on three sides, wrapping the town. In addition, there are two or three small rivers and streams gurgling in the mountains, flowing windingly in the middle of the town. The town is full of mountains and rivers, no wonder it is so prosperous and prosperous.

"By the way, what's the name of the mountain here?" Fang Yuan asked casually.

"The mountain is a mountain, and it has no name." Mr. Jiang hesitated: "In the early years, the grass here was relatively lush, and many people grazed cattle here. After the cows were full and drunk, they lie down to rest, so everyone called this place Woniu Mountain."

"Woniu Mountain?" Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and immediately smiled, "It's indeed a bit similar."

The so-called resemblance is mainly because the nearby mountain love is not very high, and the rolling hills are like big buns that are raised, with a relatively gentle terrain. At first glance, it really looks like fat cows sleeping sideways.

"This mountain is good." Mr. Jiang said proudly: "People who understand Feng Shui here say that the mountains and rivers here are good, and the Feng Shui is good, and sooner or later, there will be great people."

"I think so." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Maybe it's proven to Mr. Jiang."

"No, no, no..." Mr. Jiang waved his hands repeatedly, feeling good: "Brother Fang, you don't have to say good things. I still have this self-knowledge. I am an ordinary person and I will definitely not be a big shot."

"Mr. Jiang, ordinary people can't afford to build a tower." Fang Yuan said sincerely: "One million is probably the money that many people can earn after working hard for decades."

"Haha, that's because I'm better off."

While speaking, Mr. Jiang seemed to explain, and sighed: "Twenty years ago, I was just a poor bachelor who was in his thirties and had not married his wife. Later, I met Xiaozhen. She didn't dislike me for being poor. She was older than her. She chose to be with me despite the strong opposition of her family."

"At that time, I lived in a dilapidated mud-tiled house. I swear in my heart that I must not let her down. I want her to live a good life. I want those who laugh at her to shut up and let everyone know that her choice is right..." Mr. Jiang recalled the past, his face was in a state of joy and joy, and his arms that clenched his fists burst out with blue veins.

"In the end, Mr. Jiang succeeded." Fang Yuan flattered: "Even if he is not a big shot, he is still the richest man in the town."

"The richest man is definitely not worth mentioning." Mr. Jiang slowly calmed down and a smile appeared on his face: "At most, it's a small rich man, and a small rich man is healthy."

"Mr. Jiang is modest." Fang Yuan said with a smile: "If you are a measure of your wealth and prosperity, then our country should be the world's number one superpower."

"Yes, there will be a day." Mr. Jiang smiled, then took Fang Yuan and others across a field and came to a low mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Mr. Jiang looked around and said, "Brother Fang, what do you think of building the tower here?"

"This depends on what you mean by Mr. Jiang." Fang Yuan said casually: "If it is just for building a tower for building a tower, then you can build the tower wherever you want. If there is any other purpose for the tower that Mr. Jiang built, then the location of the tower needs to be carefully studied."

"What does it mean?" Mr. Jiang said in confusion: "Is there any difference?"
Chapter completed!