C209 Listen to the Old Monk

Fan Wenbin couldn't help but sigh deeply when he saw his son's troubled expression. He didn't say that he was borrowing money, nor did he say that he wasn't borrowing money. He just sat there solemnly, and he seemed to be in deep thought, and Fan Wenbin couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

That day, when he was relaxing by the Yellow River, he had already communicated with Li Fan about borrowing money. Only then did he come to look for his son with full confidence. However, he did not expect that his son would have such a cold and indifferent appearance. It made him, as his father, feel slightly disappointed and embarrassed.

A few months ago, when he was planning to set up the Pioneer Computer Company, his son did not start the funds and immediately borrowed three hundred thousand yuan from him. Although the father and son had agreed on the spot to pay the loan interest according to the interest rate of the same loan period, he had agreed on the spot. He was very happy and did not reject it at all.

But now, he was in trouble and had to lower his head to borrow money from his son. He had never thought that it would be such an embarrassing scene. He could not help but feel a little sour in his heart.

It seemed that he had to have money to live in this world. It was still that old saying that was good. If you had him, you had him. In the end, it was better for you to have him.

At the same time, Fan Wenbin suddenly thought of his wife. If Duan Xiangmei was still alive. . . Perhaps, his son would not have such a cold attitude. Perhaps, if he did not refuse, he would happily lend the money to him.

After his wife met with misfortune, he clearly felt that Fan Xuehua was prejudiced against him. However, due to the close relationship between the father and son, he did not say it out loud.

There were a few times when he wanted to talk to his son. However, his son said something that made him very sad. "Things are already like this. What else is there to talk about?"

After the funeral, even though his son occasionally went home to visit his father, compared to when Duan Xiangmei was alive, he was obviously much colder. Many a time, father and son just sat quietly for a while, and Fan Xuehua used the excuse that the company was busy, got up and left, leaving his father behind alone.

Fan Wenbin did not understand his son's obvious hostile attitude at first, and thought that he had accidentally offended him. However, after a very serious consideration, he finally understood.

It turned out that his son took the source of his mother's death for his father, and it was not convenient for him to openly denounce him. He could only adopt a very cold and silent protest attitude, and convey his heart to his father.

Sigh, son, how can you treat your father like this? Your mother suddenly met with misfortune, it was something that I didn't expect at all. To be honest, I am ten times or even a hundred times more sorrowful than you about her misfortune.

However, this kind of heavy sorrow was suppressed in the deepest part of my heart, and you didn't notice it. There were a few times when. . . I wanted to tell you this heavy sorrow, but you ignored me. What should I say about you?

Son, everyone has a very deep internal injury in their hearts. This injury, sometimes, cannot be told to outsiders. They can only silently bear it. Right now, I am silently enduring the internal injury of the bleeding from your mother's sudden departure.

Just like that, the father and son both had their own thoughts on their minds. They sat quietly in Vanguard's company, and neither of them said a word. After a moment, a very heavy and oppressive atmosphere gradually rose up and filled the room, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling really could not bear this suffocating torture. First, she broke the silent silence and softly said to Fan Wenbin, "Uncle Fan, after Xuehua has considered and matured, I'll contact you, okay?"

When she said this, Zhang Ling was very clear that if she did not break the deadlock in front of her, it was possible that the father and son just sat there until the sun set, and neither of them was willing to take a step back.

During the time she came to Daan, she had a pretty good understanding of Fan Xuehua's family's temperament, especially Fan Wenbin's personality. This was a person who was very assertive on the outside and tough on the inside. He was not much different from Fan Xuehua.

At this moment, seeing that his son did not make a sound and only maintained a state of silent contemplation, Fan Wenbin had no choice but to take advantage of Zhang Ling's timely words and silently walk out of Vanguard Company with extreme disappointment.

However, Fan Wenbin did not expect it. At noon the next day, Fan Xuehua called. He wanted him to go through the loan procedure. Holding the phone, a strong and complicated feeling immediately arose in his heart. After all, he was his own son. Even though he had a prejudice in his heart, in the end, he still agreed to lend the money. Of course, He was also clear that Zhang Ling, that girl, must have played a certain role in it. Finally, He only said indifferently, "I'll handle it when I come back. "

Last night, after tossing and turning for an entire night, Fan Wenbin did not sleep. Sometimes, he thought of the time when he was childhood sweethearts with his wife, and sometimes he thought of the difficult development of Hua Cheng Corporation in the future. Many troubles actually surged into his heart, making him restless and unable to sleep at night.

He came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to find Old Monk Kong. That day, when he was discussing with his father, Fan Youmin, whether he should move his grandfather's grave, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

In Fan Wenbin's view, since he was worried that the matter of moving the grave would cause many internal conflicts within the Fan Clan, he might as well secretly invite Old Monk Kong to the Fan Clan's old camp in the Red Groove to treat his grandfather's grave on the spot. Perhaps, it would be better.

Besides, during the period of time after his wife, Duan Xiangmei, encountered misfortune, Fan Wenbin's mood was too heavy and oppressive. Coupled with the fact that everything did not go smoothly, he very naturally thought of this quiet and secluded Buddhist land that was far away from the mortal world.

On the Buddhist day, the public camps disturbed them, as if they were drowning in the sea. The Buddha had mercy in his heart, and he exerted great magic power to try his best to save them so that they could reach the other side of the shore.

He saw Fan Wenbin come uninvited. Old Monk Kong was very happy. In the process of interacting with Fan Wenbin, he very carefully discovered that this famous company's CEO was not only the eldest grandson of his benefactor, Fan Zhengkun, but most importantly, he was actually very intelligent.

Hence, after listening to the other party's very sorrowful narration very patiently, a trace of sympathy involuntarily welled up in old monk Kong's heart. All these years, this kind of sympathy was already very rare.

As the saying goes, a young man losing his mother, a middle-aged man losing his wife and an elderly man losing his son was a man's three greatest misfortune. Fan Wenbin was already a middle-aged man, and he had also reached the age of knowing heaven's mandate. However, the misfortune of losing his wife suddenly happened to him, and it really made people feel pity for him.

"Things have already come to this point. I hope that General Fan can relax his heart and no longer immerse himself in the past. " After a short while, Old Monk Kong stared at Fan Wenbin and said softly, "When a person lives for a lifetime, the grass and trees will fall in autumn. How can there be a very smooth sailing? Only when suffering comes and goes in pain is life.

At dusk a few months ago, after knowing the true identity of this very refined middle-aged man, Old Monk Kong no longer addressed him as those ordinary good men and women. He called him "Benefactor," and rather called Fan Wenbin "Manager Fan. "

This seemingly very simple form of address contained Old Monk Kong's very complicated meaning. Not only did he have a memory of his benefactor who had already passed away, he also had respect for Fan Wenbin, who was said to be the richest man in Da An. Of course, it also faintly contained a small wish of his.

"I've thought about all of the things that Ancestor Advisor said, and I don't know how many times I've thought about it. " Fan Wenbin lightly sighed, and said in a very painful tone, "But my heart feels heavy, and it's very difficult to accept this kind of misfortune that fell from the sky, and it's also very difficult to let it go. "

Following that, Old Monk Kong also sighed heavily, and continued to console, "Life and death, it's the law of the universe that has never changed since the ages. Even though Teacher Duan was in trouble, the world was full of peaches and peaches. In this life, there should be no regrets.

"The smoke and smoke dispersed with the wind, transforming into the Golden Peak's Ling Dingsong. Separating and merging with the world's love. Fate rising and perishing, all in vain. All hope gradually faded away, only envy towards the otherworldly monk. Buddha is merciful and saves suffering, willing to leave the Void Escape Sect to save all life.

Seeing that Fan Wenbin's expression was much calmer than before, Old Monk Kong also felt a trace of gratification. Immediately after that, when MALE forged iron, he patiently and seriously used his own unique method to guide this CEO of a company that was in a very sorrowful mood.