Chapter 62: The Guest

  Today is Father's Day. The prodigal son wishes all dads under the sky happiness, joy, health, success and everything goes as they wish.

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  In this house, Zhao Mingyuan sat in the first seat without hesitation. Opposite him was his elder brother-in-law, Feng Wanyong, who wore a major general's uniform and sat upright, very formally. From this point of view, it can be seen that the atmosphere at their table is quite formal, at least much more so than at our own table where people eat and drink heavily and may even get drunk to the point of falling under the table.

  There is another obvious feature on this small table, that is, except for one person, all the others are in military uniform, and except for the eldest brother-in-law, the other three are wearing uniforms.

  Among the three generals, there was naturally Zhao Mingyuan, and the other two were lieutenant generals. Feng didn't recognize them, including the last one who was sitting in plain clothes.

  Feng Siche stood by and sized up the few people in the house, those who were indeed dignified and majestic, their eyes didn't have any intention of looking at him, so he had to shift his gaze to his uncle, believing that his uncle must have called them here for some other reason.

  After Feng Si Zhe entered the house, Zhao Ming Yuan had been observing him. Seeing that his grandson was not surprised at all when he saw these strangers, and not panicked, he gave him a good score in his heart. His own grandson was doing well, calm and composed, able to handle big things. "Hehe, come, Zhe Er, let me introduce you to these uncles." Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhao Ming Yuan laughed and broke the somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the house. He pointed to one of the men wearing a lieutenant general's uniform and said: "This is Wang Shu Sen, Lieutenant General and Director of the Political Department of the Northeast Military Region. That is Liu Xing Ze, Lieutenant General and Deputy Chief of Staff of the Kyoto Military Region. And this one is Fang Hai Min, Secretary of the Jiangwu Provincial Committee and Director of the Political and Legal Committee."

  He raised his hand and introduced the three people to Feng Sicheng. Then, with a change in tone, he also introduced him to the other three people.

  The other three people then turned their gaze over and looked at Feng Si Zhe, politely nodding their heads to show friendly intentions.

  At this time, if Feng Si Zhe still doesn't understand what the old man means, then he is not Feng Si Zhe and does not deserve to be a human being. Only now did he realize that these three people should be the orthodox power of the Zhao family, the main force of the current Zhao family.

  In his previous life, Feng Si Zhe had never been close to his grandfather, and only later when his grandfather was older did he have some hidden intentions. However, there were still barriers between them, and their hearts could not be connected. As a result, he had never come into contact with or understood the power and connections of the Zhao family.

  Feng Siche had thought that Zhao Mingyuan, although not in a very high position, was still a former guard of the German Emperor and had participated in three major battles, so he must have been considered an old-timer. The Zhao family should have made some good connections, but in his previous life, he didn't care about the Zhao family's problems, so he never got in touch with these people. In this life, through his continuous efforts, he gained the recognition of his grandfather and was given the core power of the Zhao family before he had any position, showing that his grandfather had great expectations for him.

  Having understood his grandfather's kindness, Feng Sicheng suddenly stood up and said to the three people he had just met: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Liu, Uncle Fang, Happy New Year! I'm here to pay my respects to you on behalf of my generation. Wishing you good health, all the best, smooth sailing, and continued success in the new year."

  "Haha, Feng Siche is really good at talking!" As the oldest among them, Wang Shusen, the director of the Northeast Military Region's Political Department, couldn't help but chuckle first. Then he carefully sized up Feng Siche again, looking at the man in front of him who was tall and handsome, elegant and refined, with a sincere face, especially the eyes that showed complete respect. This made Wang Shusen have a few more points of favor towards Feng Siche.

  As for this Feng Si Zhe, these three people also knew a thing or two about him. As soon as they found out that he was a double master's graduate from a world-renowned university in the UK, they considered him to be highly educated by today's standards. Secondly, this young man had a lot of ideas and had published several articles on economics and military affairs. Although his views were initially met with some controversy, eventually everything he said came true, which couldn't just be attributed to coincidence - it could only be said that he indeed had exceptional abilities and foresight. Thirdly, the Zhao family, especially General Zhao Mingyuan, doted on this young man. Although it was only yesterday's news, political matters are never completely confidential, and once something happens, it can't be covered up. That's why Zhao Mingyuan dared to openly favor his grandson in front of many people at the He residence, even going so far as to rebuke the second generation of the He family in front of Old Man He - not everyone has the audacity to do that.

  For the reasons mentioned above, before meeting Feng Si Zhe, they all thought that this person must be an arrogant and proud young man who looks down on others. In fact, this is also a convention, people with abilities often have such strange temperaments, cold and aloof, looking at no one as if they are inferior to him, if not for having such habits, it seems like he wouldn't be considered a superior young talent.

  It was rare for Feng Si Zhe to hear Zhao Ming Yuan introduce these three people, and he was surprisingly polite, even to the point of being respectful.

  They thought that someone like Feng Siche would definitely have a bad temper and high standards, so Wang Shusen and the others discussed it beforehand and decided not to give him a good face to look at. This was also to give him a warning, to make his proud temper retreat in front of them. But unexpectedly, he wasn't the kind of person they thought he would be. As soon as he saw them, he showed great respect. Whether this was an act or his true nature, Feng Siche had already done so, and they couldn't just stand there with their arms crossed, they also had to show some goodwill.

  Wang Shusen's gaze softened a lot, thinking that it was time to get close to Feng Sicheng. But unexpectedly, Zhao Mingyuan didn't wait for them to do anything else and changed his gentle expression from earlier, speaking with a stern face: "You three are really putting on airs, aren't you? Zhe'er is young, but he's indeed the apple of my eye. If you look down on him like this, then fine, I won't say anything more. Come on, Wan Yong, see our guests out."