Chapter 355: Recognizing a Son

"Wait!"

The old man walked out the door and suddenly stopped. There was something fishy about this. Little Dongzi was retaliated against, and it had only been half a day, during which it rained for three or four hours. How could it spread so fast? Even Tanghezi, more than ten miles away from the urban area, knew the news?

If it were said that all the factory employees saw it and then it spread, this explanation could barely be accepted. But, the employees couldn't possibly know the name of that big leader. How could it spread along with that? And naming him specifically, saying it was this Feng Xingping who retaliated?

The old man looked up toward the winery, his eyes deep. This showed that someone was deliberately pushing the spread behind the scenes, and the target was this Feng Xingping.

"Let's wait a bit longer!" The old man hesitated. He had lived under an assumed name for half his life. If he came forward, the commotion wouldn't be small, which wasn't what he wanted to see.

Zhou Anbin had caused such a big disaster that he was about to lose his head, and he had remained indifferent. This was the biggest reason, and besides, he couldn't afford to lose face. If those old brothers and superiors who were still alive knew he had such a bastard grandson, where would he put his face?

But Zhou Andong was different. He was capable, responsible, and smart. He would definitely have a great future, and he was being retaliated against. How could he not be angry? Naturally, he wouldn't care about those things. Instead, he was thinking about showing off to those old brothers.

But after calming down and seeing the hidden problems, he wanted to see the result before making plans.

In the winery's Finance Department, Zhang Zui's face had no color at all. In just this one afternoon, he had gone to the bathroom more than ten times, leaving him without a shred of strength.

Feng Xingping checked the time: "Take the account books back to the hotel."

They had come out at dawn, eaten something on the way, and hadn't eaten anything since then. His stomach had long been empty.

Hearing Feng Xingping say they were going back to the hotel, everyone scrambled, put the account books into boxes, and carried them out of the factory headquarters.

At this time, quite a few employees had gathered outside the factory headquarters. Seeing them come out, they pointed and gestured, and faint cursing could be heard.

This made Feng Xingping, who had just calmed down, almost explode with anger: "Get in the car quickly."

"Damn it, no quality at all." Kang Tong cursed, and with a bang, slammed the car door shut.

Zhang Zui was helped into the car by a colleague, wondering if the pharmacy had given him the wrong medicine. It was just medicine for constipation, how could it be so strong?

"Ptooey!" A woman in her fifties spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the car window glass.

Zhang Zui looked at the old phlegm on the glass, and his stomach churned. If he hadn't been almost exhausted from diarrhea, he probably would have really vomited.

Feng Xingping watched the large group of employees starting to surround them and was so scared that he kept urging: "Drive quickly, drive quickly."

The driver hurriedly started the engine, stepped on the gas, and the car zoomed out with a hum.

After leaving the winery, everyone let out a long sigh. This day was definitely one they would never forget in their lives. Especially Lin Guosheng, whose soul had drifted away several times, only to be pulled back by him in the end.

After arriving at the municipal government guesthouse and putting the account books in the room, they went straight to the restaurant to eat.

More than an hour later, after eating and drinking their fill, Zhang Zui's face regained some color, and his stomach was no longer so uncomfortable, which made him feel much better.

Feng Xingping stood up and said: "Old Lin, Jia Fan, come with me to see Zhou Andong."

Old Lin was that middle-aged man. Hearing that they were going to see Zhou Andong, the corners of his eyes twitched. He was very reluctant, but the leader's order had to be carried out, so he could only nod.

Jia Fan was not old, twenty-eight or twenty-nine, chubby, with a round face and wearing nearsighted glasses. In the investigation team, he was just a handyman, a transparent person.

After a day of contact, he had no negative evaluation of Zhou Andong; instead, he admired him very much in his heart. Therefore, he had the least psychological burden following Feng Xingping to see Zhou Andong.

"Hiccup!"

Zhou Andong let out a full burp, threw the empty beer can into the trash can beside him, and poured the leftover dishes, soup and all, onto the only two chairs in the room.

Then he stood up, opened the room door, and gave a grin to Xiao Li, who was guarding outside.

"Comrade Xiao Li, have you eaten? Why don't you come in and have a drink?"

Xiao Li said expressionlessly: "As long as you're full, you don't need to worry about me."

Zhou Andong sighed and said: "Fine, you're not my son anyway, so it's none of my business if you starve to death."

Xiao Li's face turned black instantly: "Zhou Andong, watch your language."

"Why are you angry?" Zhou Andong looked astonished, "You're not my son to begin with." Speaking of this, he suddenly realized, "Ah, so you want to be my son. That's simple. Kneel down, kowtow, and call me Daddy. Whatever you want, Daddy will definitely buy it for you."

"You..."

Xiao Li cursed, pointed at Zhou Andong, and was so angry that his hands were trembling.

"Don't be excited, child." Zhou Andong looked kind: "Whenever you introduce your mother to me, it will be even more justified for you to call me Daddy."

"Zhou Andong!" Xiao Li roared, "I'll f*** your..."

"What's going on?" Feng Xingping had just stepped out of the elevator when he heard Xiao Li's roar and hurriedly shouted to stop him.

Xiao Li swallowed the words he was about to curse, almost causing internal injuries, his face flushed with anger.

Zhou Andong gave two innocent chuckles: "It's nothing. He wants to recognize me as his father, but I don't agree, so he got angry like this."

Feng Xingping looked at Xiao Li, who was flushed and glaring, and knew that Zhou Andong was f***ing looking for trouble again.

"Zhou Andong, I have something to ask you. Let's go in and talk."

Zhou Andong shrugged, turned around, and went back into the room. He sat on the bed and picked up a cigarette he had thrown aside to light it.

"Don't just stand there, sit!"

"Sit?" Feng Xingping looked at the chairs full of vegetable soup and took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down.

A smile that was hard to detect curled up on the corner of Zhou Andong's mouth. He seemed to look at the chairs unintentionally and said with great surprise: "Oh my, it must be that when I was eating just now, I wasn't careful and spilled the soup on the chairs."

Old Lin turned and went into the bathroom, wanting to find a towel, but when he went in and looked, the towels and bath towels had all been stuffed into the toilet.

"Bastard!" Old Lin cursed through gritted teeth, turned around, and opened the door: "Waiter!"

No one answered. Old Lin shouted again: "Waiter!"

After shouting more than ten times, a waiter finally came up, but only glanced at him before turning the corner and going to the other side.

Old Lin opened his mouth. Only then did he understand that the entire guesthouse might not be very friendly to them.

Zhou Andong, with a cigarette in his mouth and his legs crossed, leaned against the head of the bed: "Leader, if it doesn't work, you can just stand and ask."

Jia Fan's mouth twitched. You are the subject of an investigation, leaning against the head of the bed, smoking leisurely, yet you let the leader of the investigation team stand in front of you to ask questions. No matter how you look at it, this style is a bit off. ===== CHAPTER 356 =====