Chapter 410： Don't bully honest people 43┃Fengfu: You were used by Secretary Zhuang.

The Feng family's old house, which used to be lively and lively, has now fallen into a strange silence, and the whole living room can only hear the applause of Feng Fu and Feng Ming's laughter.

After a long time, Feng Er Er followed behind his father and applauded vigorously.

Feng Ming was really happy, but the expressions of Feng's second child and Feng's father showed a trace of gritted resentment. They finally realized that they had been tricked.

The rest of the Feng family felt sour and jealous, and felt extremely uncomfortable. Drinking the imported red wine seems to have turned into a corrosive liquid such as sulfuric acid, burning their heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney.

Why did Elan develop to such a degree? Why is it that the person who has been on the rise overnight is the most unpromising third child? Why is he?

Father is right, he has no other advantages since he was a child, he is just lucky! He stepped on **** luck!

Everyone had pink eye disease, except Liao Meilan.

After being stunned for a long time, she exclaimed "Ah" and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Compliment your son's achievements? But these achievements seem to be created by that Secretary Zhuang, and she was yelling at Secretary Zhuang a few days ago, and even tried to use one million to send people away.

Surely he must have thought it was very funny when a million cheque was thrown in his face?

Thinking of this, Liao Meilan blushed unexpectedly.

Only now did she realize that she was so stupid and short-sighted that she almost destroyed everything for her son.

Liao Meilan looked at Feng Ming tremblingly, but what she got was an indifferent profile. He no longer cared about his mother's opinions and attitudes. Whether she is happy or sad, she can't affect him in the slightest.

As he said before, his mother's influence on him is close to nothing.

What does a mother do to make her child see her as nothing?

Liao Meilan's pupils trembled as tears filled her eyes. She gradually realized that she had done too many things wrong, and that she had personally destroyed her son's respect and trust in her.

No matter how successful the son is, he will not feel that these precious things can be shared with his mother, he just wants to hurry back to the person he loves the most.

And sadly, Liao Meilan used to be his favorite person, but now he was replaced by that secretary Zhuang.

"Where are you going?" Liao Meilan hurriedly asked when she saw her son getting up and about to leave.

"Sit down." Feng Fu also ordered at the right time.

Feng Ming waved his hands impatiently: "I've recorded the video of giving up the right of inheritance, what do you think? The press conference is over, of course I'm going back to the celebration party. My boyfriend sent a text message to remind me."

He held up the phone and shook it, smiling very proudly.

Having left the family, he can freely admit the relationship between himself and Secretary Zhuang.

Feng Fu sneered: "Boyfriend? Are you sure Secretary Zhuang thinks so? They sold you, and you still help them count the money."

Feng Ming didn't want to listen to these provocative words, so he raised his legs and left.

Feng Fu said in a deep voice: "Your precious Secretary Zhuang played a big game of chess. He was the only one who dug a hole for me twice in a row, and let me jump into it unknowingly. The first time he used Yilan The chaos and your desperate gamble cheated me of all the shares of Yilan; the second time, he used your relationship with him to force our father and son to break up. Do you think he really intends to be with you? ? He just used you as a tool!"

Father Feng rubbed his thumb and index finger slightly, and ordered, "Give me another cigar."

The mistresses and **** standing behind him hurriedly cut a cigar, lit it, and handed it over.

Hearing the last sentence, Feng Ming's footsteps froze.

Feng Fu looked at him tall and straight, but with a hint of panic on his back, he snorted coldly: "Do you know what's going on with Yilan now? My shares are gone, my people are gone, and you have changed. Became a bare commander! Besides Secretary Zhuang, who are your cronies? How many cronies does Secretary Zhuang have in the company, do you know?"

Feng Fu took a cigar and continued: "From the R&D department to the marketing department to the management, he is all the confidant of the company. This cooperation case with SDIC was also negotiated by him, right? It seems that he and Zheng Yan should have a good personal relationship. Do you know what weight Zheng Yan is? Do you know how terrible the contacts that Secretary Zhuang has accumulated now?

"Didn't you find out that you have become a loner? You thought he was a straight man, so why would he be able to date you in a blink of an eye? How could I withdraw all my confidants without forcing our father and son to break up? Once Yilan goes public, the company has to re-allocate shares, and I can use the shares in these people's hands to regain control of Yilan. He forced me to cut my arms, and I didn't find out until now."

Feng Fu applauded again, shook his head and sighed: "Secretary Zhuang is really amazing. He can clearly calculate everyone's psychological state and behavior. He knows when and which move to get the most benefit. It was the best piece in his hand.

"Look at the way he took Yilan, every step of the way, every move is fatal. Whoever hinders him will be eradicated by him. What happened to the Lu Jiangbai who betrayed him now, have you seen it?"

Feng Fu nodded his children with his fingers and said with a sneer: "If they are wolves, then Secretary Zhuang is a tiger. One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. Have you heard this? Now you are a bare commander, except for that Point shares, what bargaining chip do you have to compete with him? Sooner or later, he will take away the entire Yilan. His world can't hold anyone except himself."

Feng father smashed the cigarette **** with force, and waved his hand tiredly and dejectedly: "No one can control Secretary Zhuang, not even me. You can do it yourself, I can't help you."

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sighed.

Feng Ming stood on the spot with his back to the crowd, not moving for a long time.

Feng Laoba murmured, "No way. That secretary Zhuang is just a secretary. In order to deal with you, he deliberately cheated with the third brother? Isn't the price too high? What is he trying to do?"

Don't think she didn't see the hickey on the third brother's neck. How can an average straight man endure being crushed by another man?

Feng Fu sneered: "You have to ask your third brother about this. In order to keep Secretary Zhuang, he gave 20% of his shares to others. Secretary Zhuang is not a secretary, and he is also the boss of the company! Kill me. The behind-the-scenes boss, Yilan is his one word."

20% stake? How much is Yilan worth after it goes public? Feng Laoba probably calculated an account, and he was speechless in horror.

Hundreds of millions or even billions of wealth can really drive anyone into madness.

Liao Meilan screamed: "What? You gave so many shares to Secretary Zhuang? Why didn't you give it to me? I'm your mother!"

In the blink of an eye, she was lost in this enormous wealth. No amount of introspection can change a person's greedy nature.

Feng Ming was heartbroken by the scream, and finally moved his stiff legs and strode out of the old house.

This home is always full of darkness and calculations, and every time he comes back, he doesn't feel a trace of warmth, only endless disappointment and coldness.

Feng Ming hurried back to the company all the way.

When he confirmed through a text message that Mr. Secret was waiting for him in the office, he wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth were stiff and unable to move.

This thin door seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, and he had to use all his strength to push it open a crack.

He was standing in front of the door, afraid to approach.

Zhuang Li saw him through the crack of the door, and waved with a smile, "Come in and change. I'll help you prepare the dress for the banquet."

Feng Ming walked in bravely, and sat on the sofa stiffly, his red bloodshot eyes staring at this person who was close at hand but far away for a moment.

He had always known that this relationship started with revenge, with an impulse, with a crazy idea.

But it doesn't matter, he believes that sincerity can definitely be exchanged for sincerity.

However, his heart ripped open when he realized that the relationship might have just started with a well-planned conspiracy.

If you don’t count your heart, it’s like 0×1, and the answer you get is always 0. How could he win under such circumstances? His sincerity may be being weighed by Secretary Zhuang on the balance, and then calculating how much it is worth.

Feng Ming clenched his fists, his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

Zhuang Li immediately noticed his abnormality, stretched out his hand to untie his tie, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Feng Ming blocked his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you taking advantage of me? You promised to date me for the sake of plotting against my dad, right?"

Only when he learns that his son has come out of the closet, will Feng Fu use the irreversible trick of canceling his inheritance rights to force his son to submit. Other things are not as serious as this.

So, everything is calculated, right?

Zhuang Li retracted his hand and slowly leaned back on the chair, the expression on his face changed from relaxed and comfortable to serious and serious.

The suddenly condensed atmosphere made Feng Ming faintly realize that his father was right.

The complete separation of Yilan and Feng's consortium, the collective resignation of senior executives, the internal cleaning of the company, and the new products that were born out of nowhere are all the calculations of this person.

Feng Ming's eyes gradually became wet and hot, and the dull pain in his heart tortured his nerves again and again.

If the real Secretary Zhuang is such a heartless person, he doesn't know how to go on in the future. He felt hopeless.

7480 tsk tsk sighed: "Where did this go? Is it very rare to be used by the master? Who is not used by the master in this bureau? Wu Qiqi, Wu Zirui, Lu Jiangbai, Zhang Hu, Zhu Bi, your second sister, your mother , your dad... the people around the corners are all taken advantage of. I say that, do you feel more comfortable? "

It's a pity that Feng Ming couldn't hear 7480's words. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't feel comfortable, it would only be more uncomfortable.

Zhuang Li took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a fine velvet cloth. His handsome face was completely calm and unpredictable.

This is his habitual action when he thinks about problems.

Usually when he takes off his glasses, very bad things often happen.

Feng Ming finally broke free from the hesitant and painful emotions, and said fearfully, "Forget it, you don't need to answer me, I'll go change clothes!"

Rather than expose everything and be ruthlessly abandoned, he would rather live a life of lies.

He only ran to Secretary Zhuang to ask this kind of question that was equivalent to tearing his face!