Chapter 200

Liang Bo wanted to refute, but seeing his father's unquestionable eyes, the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.

Liang Qingquan picked up his teacup, blew on the foam, and took a sip.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Liang Bo clenched his fists:

"Dad, if you want me to take the money back, you have to give me a reason, right?"

Liang Qingquan put down his teacup and looked up at him:

"Can someone who refuses to even come for a meal have any sincerity?"

"He's cooperating with you, nothing more than eyeing the money in your pocket."

Liang Bo was anxious:

"Dad! You don't understand Brother Qin at all!"

"Do you know how much I've earned with him in these two days?"

"His trading ability is truly strong, I've never seen such a fierce return rate in my life!"

Liang Qingquan frowned slightly when he heard this.

But he thought about it and sneered:

"Strong trading ability doesn't mean good character."

"In this day and age, there are too many financial scammers."

"Give you some sweetness first, and once you're locked in, eat you up in one bite."

Liang Bo was so anxious he stomped his feet:

"Dad! Our company is already registered!"

"Where do you want me to get the money?"

Liang Qingquan looked at his son's anxious appearance, and the anger in his heart grew even more.

"I don't care if he's a scammer or not."

"In short, take the money back now."

"If you want to invest, I can introduce you to a few reliable projects."

"But this Qin Ze, I don't trust him."

Liang Bo wanted to say something more.

But Liang Qingquan directly waved his hand and interrupted him:

"Stop talking, that's it."

"If you still recognize me as your father, transfer the money back tomorrow."

Liang Bo opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

He looked at his father's face that wouldn't allow negotiation, and an indescribable feeling of frustration welled up in his heart.

He had finally managed to get on Qin Ze's line.

Finally saw someone who could take him to fly.

Now his father's words are going to destroy everything?

But he didn't dare to disobey his father's will.

After all, Liang Qingquan always says one thing and means another in the Liang family.

Liang Bo gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and didn't speak.

Liang Qingquan looked at his son's appearance and knew he had agreed.

Only then did he soften his tone:

"It's not that I don't let you make friends."

"But when you make friends, you have to see what kind of person the other party is."

"Yesterday he left with a long face, today he doesn't come when given face, his attitude is very clear, so use your brain!"

Just at this moment, the butler walked in:

"Chairman Liang, President Wen is here."

Liang Qingquan was stunned for a moment:

"President Wen?"

The butler nodded:

"Yes, he said he came specifically to visit you."

Liang Qingquan frowned.

"Invite him in."

The butler responded and turned to go out.

Before long, Wen Ji walked in carrying a few gift boxes, smiling.

As soon as he entered, he greeted enthusiastically:

"Chairman Liang! Sorry for the uninvited visit, sorry to disturb you!"

"I went to see the project progress this afternoon, and happened to pass by your place, so I thought I'd come to see you!"

Liang Qingquan stood up and smiled politely:

"President Wen is too polite, just come, why bring gifts."

Wen Ji put the gifts on the coffee table, glanced at Liang Bo standing on the side, and said with a smile:

"Yo, is Liang Bo at home too?"

Liang Bo barely squeezed out a smile:

"Hello Uncle Wen."

Wen Ji nodded and sat down on the sofa.

Liang Qingquan also sat down again, and the two exchanged pleasantries.

While chatting, Wen Ji changed the subject and suddenly mentioned Qin Ze:

"Chairman Liang, what happened to that young man surnamed Qin last night?"

Liang Qingquan's smile faded a bit when he heard this:

"He left, what else could happen."

Wen Ji sighed:

"Sigh, young people nowadays are really getting more and more outrageous."

"My wetland project is at least a big project with an investment of several hundred million."

"He's just a young man, doesn't understand anything, and is just pointing fingers there."

"If it weren't for your face at the time, I really wanted to teach him a lesson."

Liang Qingquan picked up his teacup and didn't respond.

Seeing that he didn't react, Wen Ji added another sentence:

"By the way, Chairman Liang, I heard that Liang Bo seems to be very close to that Qin Ze?"

Liang Qingquan's face sank slightly.

He glanced at Liang Bo and didn't speak.

Wen Ji saw all this in his eyes, and he already knew it in his heart.

He pretended to be surprised and said:

"Chairman Liang, do you know about this?"

Liang Qingquan was silent for a few seconds before opening his mouth:

"I know a little."

Wen Ji immediately showed a worried expression:

"Chairman Liang, it's not that I'm being nosy."

"I really had someone check that guy surnamed Qin."

"In Jiang City, he has no decent industry."

"To put it bluntly, he's just a speculator."

"Such people are best at packaging themselves."

"Looking glamorous on the surface, but actually very shallow."

Liang Qingquan frowned even deeper when he heard this.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Wen Ji added another fire:

"Chairman Liang, let me remind you."

"In this day and age, there are too many financial scammers."

"They specifically target children from rich families."

"Give some sweetness first, and once the relationship is familiar, find an excuse to take the money away."

"By then, it will be too late to cry."

Liang Qingquan was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth:

"President Wen makes sense."

When Wen Ji heard this, the smile on his face became even thicker.

He knew that his words had already reached Liang Qingquan's heart.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued:

"Chairman Liang, I'm a straightforward person, don't mind."

"I'm also doing it for Liang Bo's own good."

"Young people, it's normal to be easily fooled."

"But we elders have to keep a close watch for them."

Liang Qingquan nodded:

"President Wen is thoughtful."

Wen Ji waved his hand:

"Should be, should be."

"We are all old friends in Jiang City, helping each other."

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Ji got up to say goodbye.

Liang Qingquan sent him to the door, watched his car drive away, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

He turned back to the living room and glanced at Liang Bo who was still standing on the side:

"Did you hear that?"

"Even President Wen said so."

Liang Bo couldn't help but refute:

"Dad! Uncle Wen is deliberately smearing Brother Qin!"

"Didn't you see it? He's just here to sow discord because he was embarrassed by Brother Qin at the banquet yesterday!"

Liang Qingquan looked at him coldly:

"Sowing discord?"

"Wen Ji has been mixing in Jiang City for half his life, and his business is booming."

"Is it worth it for him to smear a young man in his early twenties?"

Liang Bo was anxious:

"Dad! You..."

Liang Qingquan directly interrupted him:

"Enough!"

"I'll say it one last time."

"Tomorrow, take the money back."

"If you dare not take it, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my son!"

Liang Bo froze when he heard this.

He looked at his father's livid face, and a huge sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He knew that whatever he said was useless.

Initially, he wanted to do things with Qin Ze, mainly because he wanted to prove it to his father!

But now, he cannot disobey in any way!

After a long while, he squeezed a sentence out of his teeth:

"I know."

Returning to his room, Liang Bo felt more and more frustrated and uncomfortable.

He picked up his phone, wanting to call Qin Ze.

But his finger hovered over the screen for a long time without pressing it.

He didn't know how to open his mouth to Qin Ze.

Should he say: Brother Qin, my dad won't let me play with you anymore, I have to take the money back?

Saying this, he felt ashamed himself.

He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his mind in a mess.

Brother Qin...

Sorry...

The next morning.

Qin Ze finished washing, and just as he walked out of the room, he saw Su Qingqing waiting in the living room.

"President Qin, morning."

Su Qingqing was wearing a black suit skirt, her hair tied into a neat ponytail.

Qin Ze nodded:

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes."

"Then go downstairs and talk while having breakfast."