CHAPTER 447: CHAPTER 186: AFFAIRS IN THE OFFICE (PART 3)

Both of them were practically graduated and the first project they were responsible for was the Seaside Resort project that was going to officially start operating in summer. Both families felt that, given this new industry, it was better to let the young people manage it, so they handed the responsibility over to them.

Therefore, during this period, Hang Yishao should have been working with Fei Qing every day. However, the reality was that whether it was the project’s fire safety inspection or the bulk purchase of materials, it was Hang Yishao running around alone. Apart from showing his face at various meals and banquets, Fei Qing basically took his hands off everything.

"Your dad is quite proud lately, why do you look so haggard," Hang Yishao had just had a few bites and then pushed away his food. Mr. Fei’s conference center project is at a critical juncture now.

Fei Qing yawned, with sunken eyes and slightly blue lips during the day, resembling someone suffering from severe cold, "He has Divine Light’s blessing, of course, everything is going smoothly." Indeed, after getting that Yellow Love, Mr. Fei did seem more energetic, as if he had rejuvenated by several years. Compared to him, Fei Qing looked completely spiritless and desolate.

"You’re not addicted, right?" Hang Yishao looked at Fei Qing’s plate—his favorite seafood noodles had only been touched a few times. Glancing at Fei Qing’s complexion, he figured everything out.

"How would I know I’d really get addicted, Shang Yin himself smokes it without much issue," Fei Qing shrank his feet, his situation had already been discovered by Mr. Fei. Thus, apart from normal expenses, any extra money had been controlled. Soon, it was Yan Wuxu and his child’s first birthday, he had promised to buy a villa as a "gift for his son," but now he didn’t even have a penny.

"Find a private doctor for treatment, I heard that an electronic cigarette has been developed abroad, try if it can help you quit," Hang Yishao, seeing Fei Qing’s condition, could neither scold nor say much else, only encouraged him to quit smoking swiftly.

Fei Qing also felt bitterness that he couldn’t express; now both he and Yan Wuxu were addicted to smoking, and with Mr. Fei controlling his finances, he was short on cash. If he discussed this with Yan Wuxu, he feared he would be severely scolded.

"Let’s not talk about this, do you have any spare cash?" Fei Qing knew, unlike his situation, the Hang Family was always generous to their only son, and although Hang Yishao seemed prodigal, he was adept at managing finances—his fund accounts had been growing like a snowball, climbing several levels.

"I have money, how much do you need?"

"I’m eyeing a newly built villa by the seaside, it’s about over thirty million," Fei Qing estimated.

With the completion of the Seaside project and the nearing topping-out of the skyscraper project between Su Fei families, the Sixth District seaside area saw numerous slums being replaced by towering independent villas.

"Why do you want to buy a villa over there? If you’re really interested, you can ask your dad to pull some strings, at least you can cut the price in half," Hang Yishao was also aware that among the officials, there were unspoken rules, and properties were a solid commodity for transactions.

"I can’t let my dad know about this," Fei Qing said anxiously, he yawned a few more times and looked around before pulling out a cigarette.

Hang Yishao frowned and turned his face away, "Are you planning to use that house to keep a mistress or what?"

He initially thought Fei Qing would retort immediately, but having hit the nail on the head, Fei Qing started coughing from the smoke, tears and snot running down his face.

"Look at you now, if your dad sees this, he’d be infuriated to death," Hang Yishao tossed a few tissues over, warning: "Don’t be fooled by a woman, spending tens of millions on a house for a woman, are you out of your mind?"

"It’s not for a mistress; it’s for my wife and kids. Everyone just wants to be happy. Besides, if I don’t buy it this time, Yan Wuxu will definitely annoy the hell out of me," Fei Qing inadvertently slipped up.

Hang Yishao was stunned, Yan Wuxu? Kid? When did all this happen? Does Ziceng know about these things? (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is the greatest motivation for me.)