My capital is quite large.

Thinking of this, Li Feng couldn't help but pat his son's head with a sense of relief, his eyes full of smiles:

"This child resembles me."

However, before his smugness could spread, his father, standing to the side, suddenly glanced at him and sneered:

"Maozhen is much better than you were when you were a child."

"When you were his age, your old man taught you to recite 'Farmers toil under the midday sun,' but after three days you only remembered 'every grain is hard-earned.' Stop trying to make yourself look good."

Being so exposed and criticized by his own father in front of his eldest son, Li Feng wasn't embarrassed at all. He simply touched his nose and joked along with his father's words:

"Doesn't that mean my son is better than your son?"

This should have been a heartwarming scene, but Dad replied quietly:

"His father is better than your father."

One sentence made Li Feng's smile freeze, and he was speechless.

A somber silence fell over the ancestral hall.

The father-son relationship in the University of Tokyo style often seems strange.

They were like two solitary mountains facing each other across a river, majestic to one another, yet long shrouded in an indescribable loneliness.

When a son's abilities, wealth, and social status all surpass those of his father, the balance of power in the once undisputed "father" role shifts irreversibly.

......

To be honest, Li Feng has almost forgotten his father's name.

From the day he could remember, all he knew was to call someone "Dad".

See gold.

The name is simple, carrying the rustic charm of that particular era and the simple expectation of a prosperous life, but it is certainly not a pleasant-sounding name.

Li Feng remembered that he was naughty when he was a child, and once he deliberately called his father by his full name in front of others.

As it turned out... the belt that day was wet.

That beating left him in pain for three whole days, and it instilled in him a deep sense of awe for the name Li Jianjin.

But when did the father and son stop communicating?

Perhaps, it will be the day I get accepted into Jinling University?

Or perhaps even earlier, on the day I scored 610 points and was admitted to Yunzhong from Suyangshan.

As he climbed higher and higher, his father's image in his eyes gradually changed from an all-powerful, towering mountain to an aging figure who was inferior to him in every way.

Although his father was a strong-willed man and never uttered a word about it, Li Feng knew in his heart the invisible gap his father had accumulated over the years.

Moreover, this disparity has grown larger and larger with his success in recent years.

But as a son, he didn't know how to start a conversation when faced with this subtle change.

But before he could figure out how to comfort him, Li's father said, "I feel relieved."

"Your father has no special skills in this life, he has spent his whole life toiling in the fields, but my son is capable!"

"I'm overjoyed, don't overthink it. Your dad doesn't have that kind of worries."

Looking at his father's somewhat weathered yet relieved smile, Li Feng was slightly taken aback, then smiled broadly.

"Let's go, take Maozhen to offer incense."

"it is good."

Father and son remained silent.

Only wisps of smoke, carrying the family's heritage, quietly rise.

......

Jinling, Haofeng Film and Television Department.

Song Qian, accompanied by a somewhat flustered Cheng Xiao, made a special trip to find Lao Han, the director of the film and television department.

"Mr. Han, I heard that the lineup of guests and guest mentors for 'Idol Producer' hasn't been finalized yet, right?"

With a perfectly respectful smile on her face, Song Qian pulled Cheng Xiao forward half a step and said in a friendly manner:

"This is my junior sister whom I specially brought back from South Korea. She has top-notch skills and figure."

"Could you perhaps arrange a spot for her on the show...?"

Hearing Song Qian's purpose, Lao Han silently began to make plans in his mind.

To be honest, he wanted to politely decline.

After all, Song Qian was never a favorite of the boss, and most of the resources and attention went to her.

Given her current status, she is far from being able to make him, the head of the film and television department, bow down.

However, before Lao Han could even utter his platitudes of "the spots are full, but I'll definitely come next time," his phone, which was on his desk, suddenly started buzzing.

The caller ID displayed two words: Yang Mi.

Old Han's expression turned slightly serious, and he quickly answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Yang Mi's voice came through the receiver, her tone very polite, without a trace of imperiousness:

"Mr. Han, excuse me. Could you please take a look at the young lady that Song Qian brought?"

"If it's suitable, that's fine. If it's really not suitable, you can arrange it however you like, and I promise I won't put you in a difficult position."

The words were well-spoken, but Old Han could easily sense the weight behind those gentle whispers.

With a child born to the emperor and a doctoral student, Yang Mi's current position with Li Feng is at least in the top three, if not second to first!

Since she personally called to inquire, Old Han has no choice but to give her face!

"Oh, Miss Yang, what are you saying!" Old Han's originally serious face suddenly broke into a wide smile, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

He not only stood up, but his back even slumped slightly, his tone full of flattery and enthusiasm:

"The people you recommended, need I say more about their quality?"

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

"What's with all the difficulties? At Haofeng, any talented individual will never be overlooked!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this!"

Cheng Xiao was completely stunned by what he saw.

Is the timid middle-aged man in front of me really the same person as the aloof film and television department manager from just now?

Song Qian, who was standing to the side, saw Cheng Xiao's shock and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

She turned to the side without making a sound, giving her naive junior sister a meaningful look.

The smugness in his eyes was self-evident:

"See that? That's how much Honey Sister gives you."

"At Haofeng, as long as you cling to Sister Mi's coattails, she'll make sure you don't suffer the slightest grievance."