The retro villa in Qi Bei Shan City was in the final stage of renovation.
The speed of the renovation made it clear that Cong Gang wanted to set up camp in Shen Cheng City.
He didn't need to worry about Yan Bang's hostility, nor did he need to worry about Hetun's motive of killing him.
Whether it was Yan Bang or Hetun, Cong Gang didn't care about them.
Perhaps the only thing he needed to worry about was Feng Xinglang's attitude and opinion.
But Feng Xinglang didn't realize this.
He always thought that Cong Gang had no weakness!
In this world, there were very few people who could truly be impregnable and invulnerable.
Cong Gang was really idle these days.
At least in Wei Kang's eyes, this week, Boss Cong Gang should be so idle that he was about to grow moldy!
Cong Gang had a large box of Brazilian pine nuts shipped from Pakistan. It was also known as Ivory pine nuts. It had a special fragrant, loose, crispy taste and was rich in nutrients.
The shell of this pine nut was thin and brittle, so it had to be peeled one by one by hand.
In this week, after Cong Gang took care of the potted plants, he would sit in the wooden house and quietly peel his pine nuts.
And he would sit for several hours. He never asked for anyone's help or participation, and he didn't avoid their curious eyes.
That patience, that boring and repetitive action, made people want to doze off.
What made Wei Kang even more curious was that Boss Cong Gang didn't eat the Brazilian pine nuts, but put them in a sealed box.
The next day, the sealed box containing the Brazilian pine nuts was empty. Who knew if he had eaten it? Or did he lose them?
Then Cong Gang continued to peel. He still didn't eat them, but stored them in that sealed box.
It had been almost a week …
Wei Kang felt that his boss was almost possessed!
When Wei Kang saw the travel-worn Feng Xinglang rushing over, he seemed to have realized that these Brazilian pine nuts had finally found their master who had come to eat them!
Feng Xinglang didn't like to eat snacks, and he rarely ate snacks.
Brazilian pine nuts were the only shell food that Feng Xinglang liked to eat.
Because the shell of Brazilian pine nuts was thin and brittle, and it was round, it couldn't be eaten like flat melon seeds, so Feng Xinglang didn't eat it.
When Feng Xinglang was in Chinatown, he would occasionally get into the mood. Most of the time, Feng Xinglang would punish Cong Gang by making him peel them for him.
When Feng Xinglang came in, Cong Gang was still peeling his Brazilian pine nuts quietly. He didn't even raise his head.
Cong Gang was peeling slowly but seriously.
It seemed that he wasn't in a hurry, but he was very serious.
Feng Xinglang stood quietly for a while, then moved a chair to sit in front of Cong Gang.
There were a lot of pine nuts in the sealed box.
Feng Xinglang directly picked up the sealed box and poured a mouthful of pine nuts into it. Then, he slowly chewed and enjoyed it.
After a few mouthfuls, the sealed box was empty.
After a few mouthfuls, the box was empty.
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… up. … Feng Xinglang gave up on eating those Brazilian pine nuts.
"You think too much!"
Cong Gang didn't look back at Feng Xinglang. Instead, he picked up the watering can and began to water a pot of kaffir lilies.
"You kidnapped Fang Yiyan to save me … I haven't thanked you yet."
Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang's back and snorted.
"You're welcome!"
Cong Gang said, then turned around and added, "If you can pay me for my hard work, I'm willing to accept it."
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
Since Cong Gang asked him for money, Feng Xinglang certainly wouldn't be stingy.
"That depends on how much you're worth!"
Cong Gang snorted. "Your son can do it for free! Just take it as the money for saving you! "
Feng Xinglang took out a black diamond card from his wallet, but he put it back. He stared at Cong Gang and sneered. "My wife saved me. What does it have to do with you?"
"Feng Xinglang, are you trying to make a one-off deal?"
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang. "Forget it! I'm used to you burning bridges after crossing the river! "
Feng Xinglang slowly put the black diamond card on the wooden table.
"Don't let Wei Kang and the others go out to take jobs. If you need money, just tell me. I'll take care of you! "
"Okay! Then I'll thank you on behalf of Wei Kang and the others, CEO Feng! "
Cong Gang was straightforward and didn't refuse Feng Xinglang's kindness.
He wasn't sure if he really needed money, but he seemed to be willing to accept Feng Xinglang's kindness.
Servility?
"By the way, Cong Gang … Do you think … Yan Bang could have survived?"
After a while of rambling, Feng Xinglang finally asked why he came to find Cong Gang.
Cong Gang's eyes moved from Feng Xinglang's slightly haggard face to the pot of kaffir lilies.
"Well … You'd better ask your biological father!"
Cong Gang didn't answer directly. Instead, he chose to play football with Feng Xinglang.
"Nuo Nuo said that he was carried away by Xing Shier … Then what were you doing at that time?"
Feng Xinglang sat up straight, looking like he wanted to continue this line of questioning. In other words, this line of questioning had just begun.
But it seemed like Cong Gang didn't want to continue this topic. He didn't want to answer any questions about Yan Bang either.
"I don't remember!" Cong Gang said lightly. "I guess he was thinking about how to escape!"
Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang's side profile and had the urge to turn him straight to look at him.
"You hate Yan Bang a lot, don't you?" Feng Xinglang asked.
"He's not at the stage where I'd hate him! You think too highly of him! "
Cong Gang's words made one's teeth itch. If Yan Bang heard this, he would probably come back to life from anger.
"Then are you happy that Yan Bang is dead?" Feng Xinglang asked again.
Cong Gang turned around and glanced at Feng Xinglang. "I'm not happy … But you can't force me to grieve with you, right? Yan Bang is your true love, he's not anyone to me! "
Every time he wanted to get something from Cong Gang, it always took so much effort to speak. Feng Xinglang had no idea what Cong Gang was thinking.
"I want you to take over Imperial Dragon City."
After a few seconds of silence, Feng Xinglang suddenly spoke.
"You want me to take over Imperial Dragon City? Heh … "
Cong Gang's laughter was filled with disdain, as if he had heard some kind of joke. "Imperial Dragon City is a money tree. You'd better leave it to your biological son!"
Feng Xinglang didn't get angry. He picked up the tea that Wei Kang brought over and took a sip.
If they didn't get along, another word would be wasted. It seemed like there was no need to continue this line of questioning.
Thinking about it, Cong Gang's role was the same as Hetun's in the matter of Yan Bang's death at sea, he was just a cold spectator.
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