Although he didn't earn much, his mother was rich and didn't need him to support her, so he didn't need to worry about anything. He was already in a carefree state where he could feed his family, so he didn't want to give up this advantageous position.
"Are you angry?" Li He did not understand the thoughts of these children, including Li Lan and Li Pei. He could not understand any of them.
These kids were much more stubborn than he was.
If someone had told him in his first 30 years, "Bro, come, come, I'll help you!"
He would have run over and hugged the person's leg! If he had hugged the person, he would have struggled ten years less!
Moral integrity and self-esteem were not as important as money!
If he was too arrogant when he was young, he would feel that this was tacky and that he was the most noble because he cared about the universe and philosophy, as well as love and poetry. He could do what he liked, and he didn't need a lot of money. The most important thing was to have a harmonious family.
When he was 30 years old, life would teach him a hard lesson. He would have no house, no car, no savings, and he might not even have a wife.
At this age, it was a little nauseating to talk about poetry and distance.
He could only watch those ordinary people run to Paris Square to feed pigeons when they were in a bad mood, and he could only wander around the dark intersection …
In short, he needed money to be arrogant.
"No." Fu Yao shook his head. "I'm still a student, so I should focus on my studies. Even if I deliver food now, it's only a part-time job. I appreciate your kindness, but thank you, Uncle."
"If you need any help in the future, just let me know." Li He gave him his phone number and asked him to write it down. "Don't underestimate my ability. I can do more than you can imagine."
As a father, he hoped that he could be relied on by his son. Otherwise, how could he still have a sense of existence at his age?
"My mother said you're great, and she wants me to learn from you." Fu Yao could clearly remember that when his mother described Uncle Li to him, her tone was the same as when she introduced his dead father. Especially the look of worship in her eyes, it was exactly the same.
Fortunately, his father was not around anymore. Otherwise, he had reason to believe that if his father was jealous, a family war would break out.
"There is nothing worth learning from me. You can learn from people like Minister Lee, Qiu Deba, Huang Zuyao, Huang Zhixiang, and Lin Wenqing. Their success is not luck." His success couldn't be replicated. He could brag about his road to success to others, but he didn't dare to mislead his own son.
The two of them drank three bottles of beer each. Li He didn't feel anything, but when he looked at Fu Yao, his eyes turned red and he gave him a questioning look.
"You won't get drunk." Fu Yao took the initiative to take two more bottles. He opened one for Li He and then another for himself. Then he filled his own glass and said, "Uncle, here's to you."
"After graduation, do you want to return to China or stay in the US?" Li He was very concerned about this question.
"I'm in the United States. It's just a temporary escape. I have to go back eventually," Fu Yao said honestly.
"It's good that you're back home. The domestic market is huge and there are many opportunities. There will definitely be a place for you to display your skills." Li He was very happy to hear Fu Yao's answer. "Also, think about it. Since the financial crisis broke out, the global economy is in a slump. There is no better place than China."
"Wait, uncle …" He felt that Li He had misunderstood something.
"Huh?" Li He was puzzled.
"I mean, go back to Singapore." His voice was so low that he couldn't even hear himself.
"I'm sorry …" Li He realized at this moment that he was wrong. His son grew up in Singapore and became a Singaporean citizen. He received a Singaporean education and had long regarded Singapore as his motherland.
"I'll probably go back to Singapore." For Fu Yao, China was only his mother's ancestral home. He had only followed his mother back a few times, so he didn't have any concept at all. Emotionally, he was more curious. "Of course, if Mom is willing to go back to China, I will follow."
"Right, that's right. Your mother has been working hard all these years. Sometimes, you need to be more considerate. She worked so hard to earn such a family business. Isn't it all for you?"
In the early years, Fu Xia was grounded in Singapore by him. His intention was to let her take care of her child and stop doing business. However, after that, he still couldn't stand her crying and begging. His heart softened and he still let her do business.
When she entered the furniture market in Malaysia, she went from a poor person to a rich person. Even if her original foundation was gone, she knew how to go from a poor person to a rich person again. Moreover, this time, she had a lot of money in her hands. Acquisition and consolidation. It was that simple.
In less than ten years, her furniture company became the second largest furniture exporter in Malaysia.
"I understand what you mean."
"Do you have any hobbies?" Li He didn't want to talk about the previous topic anymore. He wanted to talk about something happy.
"I play basketball occasionally. That's all."
"You should cultivate some hobbies while you're young." Li He smiled and said, "If you encounter any troubles in the future, you will realize that as long as you do what you like, those troubles will be nothing."
After finishing the fourth bottle, Li He didn't let him drink anymore. Fu Yao took the opportunity to go to the bathroom to secretly pay the bill. However, he found that the bill had already been paid. He looked at Li He curiously. Seeing the calm expression on his face, he immediately understood that it must have been paid by the entourage.
"Uncle, it's my treat next time."
Li He said, "Give me the car keys. Don't drive."
"Okay." Fu Yao passed the keys to him. He didn't want to drink and drive.
After exiting the main entrance, Li He threw the key to a big black bodyguard and got into Fu Yao's car with him.
He sent Fu Yao to the dormitory, got into his car and returned to Ivanov's manor.
"Mr. Li …" Once in the car, Wang Ziwen wanted to explain something. Even Qiu Liang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little nervous.
"Shut up." Li He was expressionless.
The phone rang.
"Stop the car." Li He glanced at the caller ID. "You guys get out."
"Yes." Wang Ziwen didn't say anything else. Before the car came to a complete stop, he got out in a hurry.
Only then did Li He pick up the phone.
"Hello."
"You just had dinner with your son?" Fu Xia asked with a smile on the phone.
"You're so well-informed?"
"I only have one son. Do you think I can rest assured?" Fu Xia asked back.
"He's delivering food. How do you know?" Li He was a little angry.
"Let's put it this way. The pizza shop he works at was bought by me a long time ago. Only he doesn't know." She didn't care about Li He's questioning.
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