Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

Feng Shan laughed out loud when he heard this. One hundred million, he really dared to ask for it.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, but the caffeine didn't calm him down.

He said directly: "I'm not particularly satisfied with your daughter to begin with. What you're doing is just the right thing for my son to divorce her."

Chang Zhuang was anxious when he heard this: "My dear relatives, as the saying goes, it's better to demolish a temple than to destroy a marriage. They're already married, you can't interfere. Let them get a divorce."

Feng Shan realized that he was not just losing his mind for the money. As long as Chang Yao and Feng Yi divorced, they would have no relationship, and he could call the police to recover all the money.

So even if the 100 million is received, he cannot take a single cent. There are many ways to make him lose everything.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chang Zhuang really panicked: "My dear, I don't want this 100 million. I will try not to talk about family matters during the live broadcast. What do you think, is this okay?"

Feng Shan took into consideration that his son was obsessed with Chang Yao, and it was impossible for them to divorce now, so he could only keep him on his side.

"If you can take a step back, so can I." Feng Shan said.

Chang Zhuang has never left the countryside in his life. The only time he left the countryside was when he saw his daughter getting married to a good man on his mobile phone. He wanted to ask for some money to treat his son's illness.

After Chang Yao's mother gave birth to a daughter, she developed health problems. The doctor said that she would never be able to have children again. What's the point of having a daughter? She would belong to someone else when she grew up. Only a son could take care of the family.

So he abandoned the mother and daughter and left, and found a woman somewhere else. This time, he lived up to his promise and gave birth to a boy as his first child. When the child was three years old, they found something wrong and went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said he was autistic.

The disease is not fatal, but it requires a lot of money to treat. All the money he has earned over the years has been spent on it. He thought of giving up, and they discussed having another child. Who knew that the second child would be a daughter.

He didn't give up and still wanted to have a baby, but his wife's belly was no longer moving, so he could only continue to make money to treat his son's illness.

Looking back on his life, it seemed that his life had never been smooth since he abandoned them.

But now everything is good. His daughter has grown up and is promising. She has married into such a good family. He doesn't have to worry about money anymore.

Chang Zhuang was no match for Feng Shan at all, so he quickly apologized with a smile: "I'll retreat, any number of steps is fine."

Feng Shan took out two hundred cash and put it on the table, then stood up and left.

The waiter came over and asked, "How come the price is already two hundred yuan even though he hasn't ordered anything yet?"

"One hundred twenty."

Chang Zhuang heard that he couldn't afford this. He took out two hundred yuan from the table and handed it to the waiter: "Give me eighty yuan."

The waiter was stunned when he saw this. Most of the customers here would put their money on the table, no more, no less, and the rest would be considered their receipts.

It has always been like this, so they all like to check out and collect the money, and whoever gets it gets it.

Seeing that he didn't look like someone who came here often, the waiter thought it was better to mind his own business, so he went to the front desk to pay the bill and handed him eighty yuan.

"Take care, sir. Welcome to visit us next time."

He often muttered, "I'll come back next time. It's so expensive. It's just that small cup. I thought it was made of gold."

The waiter hadn't closed the door yet, and he took his words in. After closing the door, he couldn't help but say, "You country bumpkin, you don't look like you can afford to spend money here."

Chang Zhuang returned home, opened his phone and thought about live streaming, but saw that the ban was still in place and it would take a week to be lifted.

He was lying in bed with nothing to do, and a reporter called him and said: "You can start a live broadcast on a small account."

"What's a trumpet?"

"Then open a number for your family and continue the live broadcast." The reporter gave him a solution.

Chang Zhuang asked for his wife's mobile phone number to register, then started the live broadcast, and wrote the nickname "Father-in-law, President of Fengyi Group".

The name alone is enough to attract people into the live broadcast room. Some people who became his fans from the very beginning recognized it as his secondary account at a glance.

(Uncle, why are you using a new account to broadcast?)

He said innocently, "My account was banned. They said I said a banned word."

(Uncle, the live broadcast room next door is full of dirty jokes, but it hasn’t been blocked. Why did you get blocked first?)

Chang Zhuang scratched his head and glanced around: "It's hard to say."

Netizens noticed that he was not as outspoken as before (Uncle, if you feel threatened, just blink your eyes.)

Chang Zhuang didn't react in time and actually blinked, and netizens immediately started to criticize him.

(This Feng family is petty and doesn't allow people to talk about what they do.)

(Otherwise, how can we talk about capitalist power?)

(If the Feng family had used the same tactics they used against their in-laws to develop the national economy, we might all be rich by now.)

(Uncle, don’t be afraid. I know the Fengyi Group forum. I can help you scold them.)

Chang Zhuang realized the terrifying power of the Internet and quickly said, "No, no one threatened me. I just felt that this is a family matter after all, and it's not good to talk too much about it."

(Uncle, don't be afraid, we will be your strong backing.)

The next day, the hot searches on the Internet changed from Chang Yao marrying into a wealthy family and abandoning her poor father to the wealthy family threatening their poor in-laws in order to cover up the scandal.

At one time, all those who were oppressed by capitalists united to boycott Fengyi Group.

Countless reporters blocked the entrance of Fengyi Group, wanting to interview Feng Yi, and some reporters went to Yuan Xue and Feng Shan's residence.

Yuan Xue picked up her phone and called Feng Shan. This was the first time they had contacted each other since their divorce.

At this time, Feng Shan was in Wu Shang's room. The doctor said that music therapy was very effective for Wu Shang. He vaguely remembered that they were in love and dating. Wu Shang loved drama the most, and he would buy tickets as soon as there was a drama performance.

Memories always make people feel guilty, and he stayed by Wu Shang's side.

The phone rang, Wu Shang opened her eyes, and just saw the note for his number.

She sat up excitedly: "Feng Shan, you've already divorced her, and you still want to contact her. What's the point of taking me back?"

"Wu Shang, calm down." Feng Shan tried to calm her down.

"How can I calm down? I've been here for so long, and you've never planned to marry me, right? Are you still thinking about remarrying Yuan Xue?"

Feng Shan was troubled and impatient by her unreasonable behavior: "Wu Shang, even if I divorce her, we still have a child. It's impossible not to contact her."

He snatched the phone and took a step back: "As for us, I thought about marrying you, but you wanted me dead."

Wu Shang was stunned for a moment. Feng Shan had thought about marrying her?

Feng Shan took the opportunity to walk out of her room, closed the door, and answered his ex-wife's call: "What's the matter?"

"Have you looked for Chang Yao's father? Reporters are blocking the company and my house now."

Feng Shan understood what she meant, and they were the only victims. "My house was also blocked by reporters. I gave him money to stop talking nonsense online. I can only say that people with no manners and conscience, how can they raise good children?"