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Chapter 559 Although the quagmire is small and has no natural enemies, once it goes to rivers, lakes, or seas, it will be out of control of its own destiny!
At 10:05 AM, at Chun Shen Genting.

In front of a two-story detached villa, Meng Zhenguo, wearing a wool coat, kept peeking out with a complicated expression on his face.

Logically, he should be happy that his daughter found an outstanding boyfriend, but as a father, he really doesn't like guys like Chen Yansen.

Excellent!
With Meng Jie's intelligence and shrewdness, she simply couldn't handle it.

After learning his true thoughts, his mother scolded him for being pretentious.

Why not choose a smart, handsome, and capable man as a son-in-law? Or should I choose a quiet, unyielding guy who won't say a word?
Meng Zhenguo agreed!
If she's too timid, how can her daughter be happy?

Therefore, Lao Meng would stand guard at the door from 10 o'clock onwards.

"Dad, please close the door, it's too cold," Mengjie complained softly as she stood in front of the air conditioner, dressed in pajamas.

"I'm just worried that your boyfriend will be unhappy if he comes and sees the door closed."

Meng Zhenguo grinned.

“Chen Yansen doesn’t have that many ulterior motives. Do you think everyone is like you?” Meng Jie said with a grin.

"..." Meng Zhenguo clutched his chest, thinking to himself: Yes, yes, yes, your boyfriend is upright and devoted, while your father is a treacherous villain, okay?
He took a deep breath, sullenly went back to the sofa and sat down, hoping to seek comfort from his wife.

But Zhang Yanni had no time to pay attention to him. She was busy making braised duck feet and stewed eel with salted pork for Chen Yansen. The casserole in the kitchen was making a 'glug, glug' sound.

Just then, the sound of tires screeching against the ground came from outside the door.

Meng Zhenguo quickly got up and walked outside.

But before he even reached the door, he saw a figure jogging out.

Meng Zhenguo's expression froze, and he muttered with a wry smile: "Having a daughter is really like having someone else's child."

Lao Meng felt a pang of jealousy.

He realized that Meng Jie's heart and soul were completely devoted to Chen Yansen.

Besides being rich, handsome, and having high emotional intelligence, what other advantages does this guy have?
Is he as composed and stylish as your dad?
Meng Zhenguo thought to himself.

When he stepped outside, he saw a silver and blue Hongqi L5 and a black Mercedes-Benz van parked at the entrance of his yard.

Chen Yansen, whom we haven't seen for a long time, looks much the same, still too young, but his aura has become more solemn.

In the dead of winter, he was wearing only a light gray suit. He was tall and handsome, and his driver and bodyguards were busy unloading cigarettes, alcohol, nutritional supplements, and cosmetics from the trunk.

Although Meng Zhenguo thought his daughter was quite outstanding, when compared with Chen Yansen, he immediately felt that Xiao Jie had gotten lucky.

Hearing the noise, the neighbors instinctively opened the living room door and peeked out.

Hongqi L5?

Those who can afford to live in Chun Shen Yun Ding are either somewhat wealthy or somewhat powerful, and they are quite knowledgeable.

"A Beijing license plate with a leopard-shaped number, a Hongqi L5? Is that a relative of Lao Meng?"

"This car looks like Chen Yansen's car? Reporters previously reported that he and Liu Qiangdong, chairman of JD.com, were riding in this car together, and they were photographed by reporters."

"Chairman Chen has returned to Chunshen? I never expected that Lao Meng, who usually keeps a low profile, would actually be related to the world's richest man?"

These people looked shocked and full of curiosity.

Meng Zhenguo has never mentioned to outsiders that his daughter has a boyfriend.

After all, he had worked in the banking system for so many years and had long since developed a cautious and prudent nature.

"Happy New Year, Uncle Meng!"

Chen Yansen, carrying a bag of tea leaves, greeted him with a smile.

"Xiao Chen, tell them to put the cigarettes, alcohol, and stuff back."

Meng Zhenguo frowned slightly and patiently advised him.

Chen Yansen is certainly polite, but his ostentatious display is far too much. If someone who doesn't know the situation saw him, they might think he's there to propose marriage.

"Uncle Meng, the gifts are all for Aunt Zhang, there's none for you."

Chen Yansen said seriously.

“Your Aunt Zhang doesn’t smoke.” Meng Zhenguo was both amused and exasperated.

"You can keep it and give it away," Chen Yansen said with a smile.

"Dad, move aside, it's cold outside. Let Chen Yansen come in first." Meng Jie pulled Chen Yansen's hand and pushed her father aside.

"..." Meng Zhenguo's mouth opened slightly, his eyes instantly reddened, and he stared at Chen Yansen's back with gritted teeth.

"I'd rather have given birth to a piece of barbecued pork than to you. I'll talk to my wife about it and see if we can have a second child."

Meng Zhenguo pondered this inwardly, his resentment running high.

"Xiao Chen, you're here! Let Auntie take a look. You seem to have lost some weight. During the Chinese New Year, Auntie has been cooking delicious food for you every day. I promise to fatten you up and make you plump and healthy."

After looking Chen Yansen up and down, Zhang Yanni said with a smile.

Looking at Chen Yansen's tall, gentle, and refined appearance, she couldn't help but feel fond of him.

“Aunt Zhang, when I went to Europe on a business trip last time, I specially bought you a few sets of anti-aging skin care products. I didn’t think you would need them. You’re only in your early thirties, and you look like you’re in your late twenties. If you take care of yourself, you and Uncle Meng will look like father and daughter when you stand together.”

However, I thought about how hard you must work taking care of the household chores, and that it wouldn't hurt to take care of yourself, so I brought it to you anyway.

Chen Yansen pointed to a stack of gift bags in the corner of the living room and said slowly, with a just-right smile on his face.

Zhang Yanni was amused by his words and said playfully, "That's too much, I'm already this old."

“I think he’s at most twenty-eight years old,” Chen Yansen said seriously.

Meng Zhenguo snorted coldly. He didn't believe that Chen Yansen, with his ability to spout nonsense, could be an honest person.
He watched as his wife and daughter circled around Chen Yansen, sighed, and turned to go into the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Out of sight out of mind!
A dozen minutes later, the four of them sat around a round dining table.

Meng Zhenguo took out a bottle of Moutai, originally intending to teach Chen Yansen a "lesson," but he suddenly remembered that last time he went to Xucheng, he was so drunk that he was staggering around, while this kid was completely unharmed.

Upon reflection, he immediately abandoned the idea and instead chatted with Chen Yansen about the current financial situation and policy trends.

"Xiao Chen, have a piece of eel." Zhang Yanni put a large piece into Chen Yansen's bowl and said with a smile, "This is a wild eel that Auntie specially picked out at the market this morning. Why don't you try it?"

After saying that, she didn't forget to glare at Meng Zhenguo, clearly intending to interrupt him.

In Zhang Yanni's view, one should concentrate on eating. Constantly bringing up banking and finance is pointless; this is home, not a work meeting.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang," Chen Yansen replied.

Meng Zhenguo chuckled, shrank back, and simply shut his mouth.

The meal lasted for more than two hours before it ended.

Meng Jie pulled Chen Yansen and led him into her room.

The room is about twenty square meters. In the middle is a 1.2-meter single bed, two billiard cues are against the wall, a skateboard stands there, and dumbbells and boxing gloves are scattered around, taking up a lot of space.

It doesn't look like a girls' room; it looks more like a boys' dormitory.

"Where's the watermelon knife?" Chen Yansen plopped down, pulled Meng Jie onto his lap, and teased her playfully.

Meng Jie immediately understood and replied irritably, "I'm not a delinquent. I learned boxing just to exercise. When I was on the Sanda team, I made several boys cry. Pretty impressive, huh?"

"I don't believe it," Chen Yansen shook his head.

"Wait here, I'll show you the photos." Mengjie jumped off the bed and squatted under the desk, rummaging through the papers.

Chen Yansen chuckled softly and lay back. Fortunately, the bed smelled like a girl—soft and fragrant.

"Here, this is a photo of me competing in the Sanda team. My mom took it for me."

A moment later, Mengjie ran over, lay on top of him, and placed a photo in front of Chen Yansen.

In the photo, Meng Jie has short hair, a medal around her neck, and is laughing at the camera. She looks to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The text on the gold medal was illegible, but it wasn't hard to guess; it was probably something like "Chun Shen West Street Children's Cup Sanda Exchange Competition".

"Do you have any more revealing photos?" Chen Yansen asked with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, do you want to see it?" Mengjie giggled and blinked as she asked.

"Nonsense, go get it!" Chen Yansen rolled over, pushing Meng Jie down.

A minute later, Mengjie handed over a photo of herself without clothes on.

"When you were little, you were like a Michelin tire, all chubby and round."

Chen Yansen held Meng Jie's full-moon photo in his hand, commenting on it.

"I had a serious illness when I was five or six years old, and I lost weight. My health was not very good afterward, so my dad sent me to learn Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)."

Meng Jie explained slowly.

at the same time.

After Meng Zhenguo finished cleaning up the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, he glanced at the time and muttered, "It's been half an hour."

"Old Meng, our daughter is already twenty-two years old. Don't be so clueless and worry about useless things."

Hearing the commotion inside, Zhang Yanni lowered her voice and warned Meng Zhenguo.

"I'm just worried that our daughter will suffer."

Meng Zhenguo spread his hands and said helplessly.

"It's not certain who will suffer a loss yet," Zhang Yanni said with a smile.

Another ten minutes or so passed before Chen Yansen finally came out of Meng Jie's room.

When Meng Zhenguo saw him come out, he invited him, "Come on, let's go to the study for a cup of tea."

Chen Yansen nodded and followed Meng Zhenguo into a room that was about ten square meters in size.

The room was filled with bookshelves, but the furnishings were quite simple, with only a mahogany table and an Orange MagicBook 2 on it.

"Xiao Chen, sit down!" Meng Zhenguo said, taking a can of his treasured tea from the shelf and busily boiling water to brew tea for Chen Yansen.

The steam rose in wisps like smoke, drifting into the air.

"Xiao Chen, Uncle Meng has little experience in business matters and dares not say too much, but when it comes to dealing with people, I have lived these decades well."

Meng Zhenguo poured Chen Yansen a cup of hot tea and said in a gentle tone, "Senlian Capital has developed so quickly and is so large. As the old saying goes, 'When water is full, it overflows; when the moon is full, it wanes. Heaven dislikes fullness, and man dislikes perfection.' Sometimes, the bigger a business is, the easier it is to become a piece of meat in the eyes of others."

As he spoke, he pushed the teacup toward Chen Yansen, his eyes showing the caution of someone with experience: "Although I don't understand the intricacies of doing business, I do understand one principle: only by proactively sharing some of the pie can you protect yourself."

Chen Yansen understood the subtext in Meng Zhenguo's words: the other party truly regarded him as a prospective son-in-law.

“Uncle Meng, I understand the logic. For example, among the shareholders of Kuai Pao, there are internet capital, state-owned capital, and foreign capital. Another example is Shenlan Technology. Before the factory has even officially started production, it has already introduced resources from state-owned capital and Shenzhen Central Bureau.”

Chen Yansen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and replied confidently and calmly.

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhenguo couldn't help but sigh: There really are geniuses in this world. I didn't have that kind of awareness when I was in my twenties.

The more people try to hold on, the faster their wealth slips away.

"Do you know how to play chess?" Meng Zhenguo asked again.

"I know a little bit, I'm a novice," Chen Yansen said modestly.

"Two rounds?" Meng Zhenguo's eyes lit up; he had finally found the kid's weakness.

Half an hour later, Meng Zhenguo, clutching the chess piece, turned pale and then flushed.

"Uncle Meng, if you keep turning down the water, I'm not going to swim with you anymore."

Chen Yansen joked.

Meng Zhenguo wiped the sweat from his forehead, then put down the chessboard in his hand and said with a dry laugh, "I'm a little sweaty, let's stop playing and go take a bath?"

“Sure,” Chen Yansen readily agreed.

The two then drove to the county's most luxurious bathhouse.

"Uncle Meng, is this a respectable place?"

Chen Yansen looked up at the colorful signs and asked Meng Zhenguo.

"The decor is a bit outdated, but it's definitely a respectable place. Can I take you to a less respectable place? By the way, have you ever been to one of those places?"

Meng Zhenguo asked with a smile.

"I've never been there," Chen Yansen immediately denied, then added in his mind, "today."

"That's good." Meng Zhenguo was not quite convinced.

The two bought tickets at the bar and went straight to the VIP area on the second floor.

After a full day of showering, sauna, and massage, Meng Zhenguo and Chen Yansen lay comfortably on the soft couch, drinking tea and chatting.

"Uncle Meng, do you have any further ideas?"

Chen Yansen asked casually.

With his connections in Huian Province, he could easily push Meng Zhenguo's position even higher.

Meng Zhenguo was taken aback, thinking to himself: "Am I now enjoying a higher status because of my daughter?"

But he refused: "The mud pit may be small, but it has no natural enemies. Once I go to rivers, lakes, or seas, I will be out of control!"

He has no shortage of money or connections in this small county town; he's already half-buried in the ground, so there's no need for him to try and climb any higher.

Chen Yansen hummed in agreement and didn't offer any further advice.

The two did not leave the bathhouse until 4 p.m.

Chen Yansen then took a car to Wang Zihao's house.

Unfortunately, neither he nor Chen Guobin knew how to cook.

We had already booked our New Year's Eve dinner at the hotel, but we couldn't resist the warm invitation from Wang Zhanjun and Wen Shumei.

Old Chen initially didn't want to agree, but then he thought that it would be too lonely for just him and his son to spend the New Year alone, so he finally agreed.

at the same time.

More than 200 million users have collected all the lucky cards, and each person can receive more than 110 yuan.

Those who paid exorbitant prices to buy the "Respectful Fu" card from scalpers last week are now completely dumbfounded.

A huge loss of over four thousand!

the other side.

Baidu Takeaway has rejoined the battle, and even on Lunar New Year's Eve, the competition in the takeaway market in first- and second-tier cities remains fierce!
(End of this chapter)