Chapter 1940

Gao Yang was also helpless.

"Changwen, you damn fellow, you really are a talent!"

"Speaking without words?"

Gao Changwen's face turned bright red, extremely embarrassed, "Brother, who is without words? I read the Spring and Autumn Annals; how could I be without words?"

Just at this moment.

Gao Feng arrived with his hands behind his back, his expression steady.

As soon as Gao Changwen saw Gao Feng arrive, his face was instantly filled with surprise.

He hurriedly stepped forward, saying with a fawning face, "Father, are you also here to care about Brother's great creative cause? Come, come, you sit here; this best position belongs to you, Father!"

"Get lost!"

Gao Feng swept a glance at Gao Changwen without even lifting his eyelids.

"Alright."

Gao Changwen sensibly moved to the side.

Gao Yang looked over and discovered that Gao Feng's expression was not right.

He put down the brush in his hand and asked, "Father, is there an imperial decree from the palace?"

Gao Feng slowly shook his head, his gaze falling heavily on Gao Yang's face: "His Majesty has no decree yet."

"Yang'er, do you know that since you resigned, the once-packed Royal Club No. 1 has become deserted, almost empty?"

After Gao Feng finished speaking, one could hear a pin drop in the small courtyard.

Especially Gao Changwen, who gasped, his face filled with shock.

The business of Royal Club No. 1 could be called a hen that lays golden eggs.

When the news first spread that Gao Yang intended to invest ten million taels to build schools, Royal Club No. 1 had been packed full.

But now, it was deserted?

Gao Yang's hand holding the brush paused slightly, and then a calm expression of expectation, carrying a deep sense of self-mockery, appeared on his face.

He wasn't even the slightest bit surprised, just tugged at the corner of his mouth, "As expected."

"The way of business is rooted in 'people'; being tied too deeply to 'people' is a double-edged sword. When one is in power, business is like fire cooking oil; when one loses power, it is like building a tower on sand, collapsing with a single gust of wind."

"Public opinion backlash is perfectly normal!"

Gao Feng did not stop there, but continued to press, "Then do you know how the people of Changancheng and the scholars of the world... are discussing you now?"

The expression on Gao Yang's face finally changed slightly. Annoyance, numbness, and a trace of hostility forcibly stirred up surged in his eyes.

How are they discussing?

Does this even need thinking?

Isn't the desertion of Royal Club No. 1 the most straightforward answer?

On the day he resigned, the whispers on Zhu Que Street, and even the undisguised curses, were still ringing in his ears!

How much misunderstanding?

How much cursing?

He raised his head, revealing a smile of indifference, "Public opinion backlash, nothing more."

"Human hearts have always been like this; there is nothing strange about it. If they want to curse, let them curse; anyway, I won't lose two pieces of flesh."

Although he said this, Chu Qingluan keenly felt the momentary chill and coldness in his palm.

She gripped back hard, conveying silent support.

Gao Yang knew well that human hearts are easily changed, and he didn't think this was a very strange thing.

Plus, he had many enemies in the court, so someone would definitely fish in troubled waters.

This was even less strange.

Only.

In the depths of Gao Yang's heart, a trace of hostility still rose uncontrollably.

That was heartbreak.

That was feeling it wasn't worth it for himself!