Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Hampton Estate, Long Island

Chen Dong was chatting with Chen Zaiguang and others when Bill walked in with a stern face. He leaned down and whispered a few words in Chen Dong's ear. Chen Dong nodded, "I know, just stop here. There's no need to go too far."

Chen Dong had no intention of killing Agent Miller of Foley, as Miller himself had not done anything particularly wrong; investigating cases was his duty.

However, if it touches on the interests of Chen Dong or the Hongmen, then even if Chen Dong doesn't take action, in order to prevent Chen Dong, the apparent front man, from getting into trouble, Agent Miller would have to go in, or "commit suicide."

This is not something Chen Dong can stop; it concerns the interests of the entire Hongmen. When it comes to interests, let alone Miller being a federal agent of Forbes, even President America or capitalists can make your mind wander.

Chen Zaiguang watched Bill leave the living room, but didn't ask Chen Dong what had happened. He simply continued talking about their conversation, "Dong, I have to take Rongfei back tomorrow. Jincheng University of Political Science and Law is about to start its semester, and Rongfei, as a freshman, needs to go there to register in advance."

"I know that," Chen Dong nodded. "I'll have someone apply for the flight route later. Rong Jie and Hui Qin can go back with you first. As for Uncle and Aunt, they can stay here for a while longer. Anyway, the old house is still under reconstruction."

"Ah! I'm going back early too. I want to explore more," Chen Rongjie said, looking a little dejected when he heard Chen Dong tell his father that he and his sister would be taken back with them. He really hadn't had enough fun yet, and his mind wasn't completely at ease.

"You've been shopping for so many days, and you still want to shop? Are you even going to study or not?" Chen Zaiguang glared at his youngest son. If this kid dared to say he didn't want to study anymore, he'd be in for a beating today.

Zeng Xia rolled her eyes at her troublesome youngest son. "You're taking the college entrance exam this semester too. Study hard. If you can get into a good university like your brother, I'll send you to America for graduate school after you graduate."

Chen Rongjie's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great!"

"Don't be too happy yet," Chen Zaiguang felt it necessary to speak up and put this brat down. "Whether you can come to America for graduate studies depends on whether you can get into a good university. If you can't even get into a university, don't even talk about coming here for graduate studies, I won't even let you leave the country."

"If you really don't pass the exam, then you'd better obediently go to work at the company," Chen Zaiguang said, his tone implying that you either have to pass the university entrance exam and make good progress, or drop out of school and go home to inherit a fortune of hundreds of millions.

Chen Rongjie is a high school student at that age, and he's at the age where he's extremely playful. If you ask him to work at Guangdong Company properly, this kid will probably only work sporadically.

Everyone wants to take a trip whenever they want; nobody likes being overworked and stressed. But his family's financial situation doesn't allow it, so he can only listen to his boss or employer's empty promises, even though money is hard to earn and life is tough.

Chen Zaiguang's biggest worry now is not his eldest son, nor his daughter Chen Huiqin, but his second son. With the family's improved financial situation, they no longer need to struggle for a living. Chen Rongjie and his generation of Chen family members have no burdens of survival, which could easily breed spoiled brats.

This is what Chen Zaiguang and Chen Xiangui are worried about. As the saying goes, "He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present." If the younger generation of the Chen family is not properly disciplined and educated, and they are unable to take over the family business, then it will be easy for them to "not be rich for three generations."

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely pass the exam," Chen Rongjie assured him confidently. "Actually, my grades have been improving, but my older brother's halo is just too dazzling, which makes me seem a bit mediocre. But actually, I'm ranked in the top 30 in the whole class."

"Is being in the top 30 so impressive? Look how smug you are," Chen Zaiguang mercilessly slapped him again. "If you want to get into a good university, you have to improve your grades to the top 15. Otherwise, your dad will just pick a civil engineering university for you, and after graduation you'll be digging in the dirt with your uncle."

"Uncle, my dad isn't digging dirt!" Xiao Rongguo, who had been sitting on the living room floor playing with toys with Xiao Huiyi, immediately perked up like a little rooster going into battle, tilting his head back and shouting, "My dad is the builder of our beautiful home!"

"Wow! Who taught you that?" Chen Zaiguang was amused by Xiao Rongguo's words. Xiao Rongguo shook his head proudly and said, "I saw someone on TV say that."

Everyone in the room smiled knowingly. Chen Zaiguang followed his nephew's words and said, "That's my fault. I misspoke. Your father is indeed a builder who helps others build beautiful homes."

When Xiao Rongguo saw that even his uncle, whom his father feared, had to admit he was right, he couldn't help but raise his head like a victorious little rooster, almost sticking his little bottom up and taking a few steps.

Chen Dong chatted with the others for a few more minutes before going upstairs to take a shower. Zhang Yi followed him, closed the door, and then asked Chen Dong, "Why is Fobo Le causing you trouble? Did America find out about the equipment you bought from the system?"

"It's possible," Chen Dong said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Zhang Yi down to sit with him. He held her hand and said, "My current suspicion is that there has been a leak in China. Some people may have been bribed, or someone who was infiltrated into the system may have given themselves away and leaked the equipment I gave them to America's CIA. That's why Forbes came knocking on our door."

"Tony, let's not do this again next time. I'm a little worried," Zhang Yi said, her face tense as she gripped her husband Chen Dong's hand. "We don't need to take this risk anymore. Let's just focus on developing our investments in China and not get involved in other things, okay?"

"Yes, I'll be more careful in the future. Don't worry, it's not a big deal. All our procedures are very confidential. If the CIA really has a detailed chain of evidence, then today's questioning by Fober was not just a simple excuse to get me to cooperate," Chen Dong reassured Zhang Yi, trying to ease her worries.

"It's alright, honey," Chen Dong hugged his wife Zhang Yi, patting her back to soothe her nervousness and worry. "As long as our motherland becomes strong, everything will be alright!"

Zhang Yi looked up at Chen Dong, "Really?"

"It definitely will!"