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The broken cup was still spinning on the ground, and the clear vibrato still had its aftertaste, and the air in the room seemed to stagnate for a moment.

The people sitting next to Mr. Simon didn't say anything. It was Simon's family affair and they had no right to interfere.

The young man got away from his dizziness. The moment he turned black before his eyes, he kept standing steadily. He ignored the heat flowing down slowly from his head, and still kept him humble, careful, and expectant. Smile.

"Father, I'll bring you some tea and pastries. It has been more than two hours."

Mr. Simon glanced at the almost empty kettle on the coffee table in front of him, and then said coldly, "Put things on the shelf next to you, and then go out. Without my permission, no one can come in, including you!"

The teenager carefully placed the tray with a little tea sprinkled on a shelf beside it. There is a place for some small parts. There is a base with a small soup basin on it. The furnishings are sunken in the middle.

When such small bits and pieces are put in at random, there is no need to worry that they will "run" everywhere.

It is not a place to put pallets, but it now carries a pallet that does not belong to it and should not be carried by it.

"I'll leave first, father, and gentlemen..." The boy bent over and bowed before leaving. When he closed the door, there was not even the slightest sound.

At the moment when the door was about to close, the boy raised his head. In the narrow world under the door, his eyes met with Mr. Simon's eyes.

A look in his eyes is full of disgust. Simon has never liked this child. If it were not to get a good relationship with the locals as soon as possible, or to dilute the label of "foreign" on himself, he would never marry an indigenous woman and give birth to another. child.

In his eyes, a bastard, a bastard, or whatever, this child is just a prop, a prop to maintain his image in the eyes of the locals.

But with the addition of foreign forces, the businessmen of the Federation, and Preton's escape, these things became worthless, and he became more tired of this unpleasant child.

Compared to Mr. Simon's intensely disgusting gaze, the young man's eyes are much simpler, expectant, humble, sad... and despair.

The teenager never understood what he did not do well enough that his father never liked him. If he did not like him, why did he give birth to him?

Hard work again and again can only usher in despair again and again, he seems to have understood that no matter how well he does, he is always just an unpopular child.

At the moment when the door was about to close, he lowered his head like countless times before, and Mr. Simon's eyes moved away from him.

"Master..."

The butler was standing outside the door, he knew what had happened, but he couldn't do anything.

Compared to Mr. Simon, a foreigner, he actually has a better view of the young master at home. This may be because the young master has at least half of the Nagaril blood.

The young man looked at the housekeeper. The blood had already stained his face red. He grinned and said, "Father still hates me so much."

The housekeeper couldn’t help taking out his handkerchief and pressing it on the young man’s wound. He whispered comfortingly, “It’s not like that, young master, actually...” He wanted to make something, but he found that he could make it no matter how he made it. This fact cannot be changed.

"In fact, the master has been in a bad mood recently. You know, the Preton firm has closed down, and the Baylor people came here to grab business."

The young man was not moved, he just said a word, leaving the old butler speechless, "I am his son..."

Yes, no matter how bad a person feels, it is impossible to do such a thing, smash his son's head with a cup and let him get out, this is still in front of many outsiders.

No matter how you explain it, you can't conceal the cruel truth behind these problems. The owner of this family, Mr. Simon, just doesn't like his son, no matter how good he is.

The old housekeeper didn’t dare to say anything, and couldn’t say anything. The young man pressed the handkerchief with his hand and said, "Well, grandpa housekeeper, don’t worry about me. I don't think it's scary."

"Your head...", the old housekeeper was distressed, but he saw with his own eyes the little young master from a little bigger to what he is now, and the young master was also very polite, and the housekeeper's grandfather bought the housekeeper's heart with his own eyes. .

But there are many problems between the father and son, and he can only choose to be silent.

At this moment, seeing that the young master's head was broken, there was an urge to ask Master Simon why he did this for a moment.

"It's not bleeding much anymore..." The boy loosened some of his handkerchiefs a bit, and he could no longer feel the new heat coming out of the wound. In fact, the mouth was not big, but the blood was flowing a little, which was scary.

Now, after pressing for a while, the blood stopped.

The old housekeeper was still a little worried, "Master, you go to the yard, I will let someone at home treat the wound for you..."

The boy nodded, "Thank you, and also, don't let my mother know about this."

The old housekeeper nodded again and quickly left. The boy walked to the corner of the yard and found a place to sit down. Not long after a 30-year-old maid walked over quickly, she carried a medicine box in her hand. .

Sitting in the shade of the tree, the young man calmly looked at the street scene in the distance, the sadness in his eyes that even the rest of the sun could not dissipate.

"Thank you!" After the maid helped him deal with the wound, he turned around and thanked the other party for her contribution. The maid also knew the situation at home, so he comforted the young man and left.

Just when the teenager was about to go back, some riots broke out outside.

Some young people gathered together, and they seemed to be arguing, as if they had something to do with foreigners.

He stopped and watched for a short while, then went back after feeling boring.

He knew that what Mr. Simon disliked most was his dealings with people who were inconsistent. He had few friends of his age.

He didn't know, at this moment, he fell in the eyes of Mr. Simon.

"After all, it is an indigenous bastard..." Mr. Simon in the room took off the smoke in his mouth and exhaled a thick smoke. He turned around and looked at the others.

The child he didn't like was quickly thrown out of his mind. What he cares most about now is what the federal businessman will bring and what it will bring him.

"Nagalil Joint Development Company does not agree to our shareholding. If we can't take a share, it means that we can't get the quota..."

The gentleman who is talking is also not a local, but is also a businessman from abroad but living here. "I have heard some internal news through some relationships. They also plan to do all the import and export trade as the firm did before. ."

"The major shareholders can export or import anything at will, while the minority shareholders have to import and export by means of quotas. Their management is stricter than that of the Prayton group."

"If we can't join the joint development company and get some stocks, it means that our products can't be exported, and outside products can't be imported, we will immediately lose the way to make money."

Another gentleman knocked on the coffee table with his hand. He picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water. He took a big sip, "have you contacted Lynch? I heard that we are assigned to him." , Why does he equal those consortiums?"

The others looked at Mr. Simon. Mr. Simon was still smoking by the window. The child who disgusted him disappeared in the yard, and he looked outside again.

At this time, the people behind asked, he immediately nodded and replied, "I have been sent a letter, and I will find a way to see him anyway."

"As for why he can sit on an equal footing with the big consortium, perhaps it is because he represents the interests of the Federal President."

His words made the others stunned for a moment, "What new news do you have?"

"No new news, just a guess." Mr. Simon squeezed out the cigarette in his hand and walked back to the sofa to sit down. He poured water on himself while he said, "Linch and Truman have a very personal relationship. Good, and also have a good relationship with the president."

"It's hard not to let people imagine whether there will be some interest exchanges between them. You know, if there is no president or Truman behind Lynch to support him, those big consortia will not look at him."

Another asked, "You mean hope is very slim. After all, we are not fighting for Lynch's share, but the president or Truman's share?"

Mr. Simon smiled noncommitantly. He picked up the cup and drank it. After smoking for a long time, he was a little thirsty.

He put down the cup and said, "But no matter whether my guess is right or not, this is our last chance. I will try my best to fight for it, but we must also be prepared."

He pondered for a moment, "Once the situation is not right, we will leave Nagalil."

His expression is serious, which makes some people feel a little uneasy.

After a few seconds, someone broke the uneasy atmosphere and said, "It's impossible~lightnovelpub.net~ You know we are not these natives. If they do something to us, it will only be the Federation! "

Mr. Simon thought for a while and seemed to agree with what he said, but still kept careful, "I hope they will take into account the face of themselves and the country, but I am always worried."

"In fact, we have made a lot of money over the years. If it doesn't work, it's not impossible to take a step back."

"Although working as an apartment in the country lacks some wonderful life, it is safe and secure, and I am also a little homesick...", he looked up at a photo in the cabinet directly in front of him with his wife, he Child.

They have the same ancestry, have the same skin color, pupil color, speak the same accent, and receive the same education...

That's his family!

That is his child!

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