The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei didn't know what to say.

How long has it been since he and Fu Heng met?

I've seen it twice before and after!

The other party actually trusts himself so much?

Are you willing to hand over all the wealth accumulated by his generations, as well as his daughter?

Isn't this really dreaming?

"Mr. Yang, I entrust Fu Ying to you. If you like her, you can marry her. Although she is a little headstrong, I believe she will be a good and virtuous wife."

"Mr. Fu, I think you must be drunk."

"Listen to me first. If you don't like her, then wait until she finds a lover and marry her! There is no need to marry too much-I have other arrangements for her property."

Don't know why, Yang Fei suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

This is a father who made arrangements for his daughter's life-long events before he knew his deadline was approaching!

He is so nostalgic and sad!

He loves and cares about his daughter so much.

Life is a period of experience. Everyone comes in and will go out again.

It is so colorful because we cannot predict the length of life.

If one day, we really know when we will leave, what will we do before we leave?

Someone once did such an investigation.

That is, if you know your deadline, what would you do?

The results of the investigation were beyond everyone's expectations, but they were not unexpected.

"Do whatever you want. Just live in the moment."

"Just work like this, and then leave, it's fine."

"Isn't life just life? Live a day and earn a day, no matter which day you leave!"

Yes, life, isn't it about living in the present?

What we should do now is what we should do in life.

Life does not require deliberate arrangements.

Everything that can come to life is the best arrangement.

"Mr. Yang, promise me." Fu Heng grasped Yang Fei's wrist tightly, "Be kind to my cultural relics and my daughter."

"Mr. Fu, how about you? Why don't you treat the disease?"

"Cure. I have been treating. After I entrust all of this to you, I will go to the United States for treatment. Maybe, I will never come back again."

"You won't take her with you?"

"No, I have someone to take care of. I don't want her to know that the last time in my life was so painful and desperate."

"Perhaps, she is stronger than you think. Why not let her know? And let her make her own choice?"

After listening to Yang Fei's words, Fu Heng was startled, and repeated in a muttering voice:

"Let her know? Let her choose?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu, maybe her greatest wish in this life is to accompany you on the last journey? Isn't this the most important thing every child should do? Parents worked hard for ten months before giving birth to us. After more than ten or twenty years of hard work, it took us to grow up. If we don't even send the last ride, do you think that a living life is really perfect?"

"Okay, I will discuss with her. Mr. Yang, but you must promise me to take good care of the cultural relics and take care of my daughter. We are both the custodians of the cultural relics, and I will leave them to you for safekeeping. Can you promise me ?"

Yang Fei didn't realize it.

He felt that this was a heavy trust!

"Why not donate to the National Museum?" Yang Fei asked.

"It may be possible in the future, but not now. I am not selfish. If I am selfish, I will take all these relics into the grave."

"I understand."

"Because, you still need to relay and continue to collect the antiques in this book. Then, you must have an identity, a collector and connoisseur identity, which is more conducive to your communication with other collectors, and easier Gain their trust. Many collectors, they have collected a lot of antiques, which are regarded as rare treasures, and it is not something you can trade with if you have money."

Yang Fei nodded slowly: "I understand."

"So, are you willing to accept my entrustment?" Fu Heng asked expectantly.

Yang Fei was silent for a moment: "Please allow me to think about it. I am not sure for a while now, but I am not sure how this matter will affect me. Is this good? We each calmly think about it for three days. Also take this opportunity to discuss it with your daughter. We will meet again in three days to discuss this matter."

"Yes, I'm waiting for Mr. Yang's good news." Fu Heng said, "I invited you to drink, but I didn't drink the wine, but I talked for a long time here. Let's go, let's drink!"

"Your body?"

"You must be happy in life! Two days of happy life, two days less, I am willing to live!"

"..."

Coming out of the Cangzhen Pavilion, Fu Heng ordered his servants to prepare wine and supper, and have a drink with Yang Fei, talking about the heavens and the earth, changing his previous decadent expression.

Yang Fei lamented Fu Heng's optimism. If he hadn't spoken it out, Yang Fei would have found it hard to believe that he was not far away from his death date!

On the way home, Yang Fei asked Ma Feng, "If you knew what day you would leave this world, what would you do?"

"Huh? Then I have to quickly find a wife, I can't be a single ghost!"

"Haha!" Yang Fei said with a smile, "You just think about that?"

Ma Feng said: "It depends on the length of the remaining time. If it is too short, I don't think I need to find a wife anymore."

"Why is this again?"

"If you find it, it will hurt others! Why do you still hurt others if you know you are leaving?"

Yang Fei frowned and fell into thought.

What if it’s yourself?

What will it do?

This question entangled Yang Fei's mind like Monkey King's tight-fitting curse.

When I got home, it was almost zero.

Su Tong was already asleep. She was lying on her side on the bed, revealing half of her white face, her black and thick hair, which wrapped her head refreshingly.

Yang Fei hugged her from behind and gently wiped her smooth and smooth face with his hand.

Su Tong suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and smiled when he saw him. Then he closed his eyes and squeezed back, comfortably nestled in his arms.

"Why did you come back?" Su Tong asked lazily, his voice groggy.

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Later, I went to Fu Heng's house for a drink."

"Fu Heng? Did you go to his house?"

"It's really embarrassing to say that Fu Heng has a terminal illness, and time is running out."

"Ah? Really? Life is really impermanent."

Yang Fei said, "He also said that he wants to entrust all his property to me for management."

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Do you think it's a good thing?"

"Is not it?"

"How can it be so simple? Do you think it is a gift? Don't forget, he still has a daughter. I just help his daughter take care of these properties. As for those cultural relics, they will not belong to the country at that time? UU reading www.uukanshu.com can’t be sold either. I have to help him fulfill his last wish and continue to collect antiques and relics. I have worked so hard, so why?"

"You didn't agree?"

"Not yet."

"Listen to you, you have to think about it. You can't blindly think that this is a big pie falling from the sky."

Yang Fei thought to himself: "Yeah, I was thinking too. Why did this piece of pie hit me? The question is, I took the initiative to find Fu Heng tonight! What if I didn't find him? Who will it be entrusted to? Or is he already thinking about entrusting all of this to me, but today is just the right time?"

Su Tong turned around and smiled softly: "You slowly think about it, I'm going to sleep."

"No. You promised me, you want to give me the one."

"People didn't rinse their mouths."

"Just right, rinse your mouth when you're done."

"..."