May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"It's been exactly fifty-three years, and half a century later, I didn't expect to see my sister's jewelry." Mr. Feng was deeply moved.

Mr. Feng has two sons and three daughters. Three grandsons, two granddaughters. There are many granddaughters and granddaughters, but he doesn't know exactly how many.

Three daughters can toss. They were born by themselves, their ex-husbands after remarriage, and those who reborn. Father Feng doesn't have the energy to know as a grandfather. At most, during the Chinese New Year, give a red envelope in accordance with the old tradition.

Nowadays, young people like to enjoy Christmas in the West more and more, only he still retains the traditional Spring Festival customs. Now that he gets older and older, his homesickness becomes more and more eager.

When the family moved, only the sister stayed with her husband. Half of the world has passed, and he is already a dying old man. I don't know if the elder sister who was outstanding at the time is still alive.

Is the older sister the same as him?

He dreams of returning to the embrace of the motherland, but the current situation is unstable, and the mainland is actually going to carry out reform and opening up, but no one has seen the stone hammer. Moreover, as the largest antique art dealer in the United States, he would never want to go back to the United States.

Thinking of this, the old man sighed. If he can't go back alive, he will have to let future generations take his ashes back and bury them in the ancestral home of their Feng family in Shanghai.

"I don't know if my sister is alive? How did this necklace get here from the mainland?"

"It was taken out by a doctor on a boat when he came to our shop to sell watches. He didn't know the goods and treated them as ordinary silver necklaces."

"A trade business?"

"Where is the trade business." Manager Xing shook his head and laughed. "According to my judgment, who should be a gangster, I have let people watch it, and there will be results soon."

The old man stared at the necklace, thinking of the past when he was young, and a kind and peaceful face showed a smile, "You don't know, my sister is the most beautiful and the most overbearing. Her things will only be left to her descendants. , Will never give away or spread out."

This is the tradition of their Feng family, and they all have this habit when dealing with antiques.

"Unless it's lost in the family..."

The old man was talking, the door of the study was pushed open from the outside, and a girl with a tall figure and exquisite features like an artwork came in. She was wearing the most expensive little dress of Fashion Week and a ruby ​​ring as big as a dove egg on her hand.

"Grandpa, who has fallen into the family? Isn't it the one who came to our house to fight the autumn wind again?" The girl said with her red lips unhappy.

She is the most beloved granddaughter among Mr. Feng's countless grandchildren. She is uniquely favored and even included in the family heir by the old man.

The entire Feng family only wanted her to break into the old man's study without permission.

"Zhen Zhen, don't be naughty." The old gentleman sullen, "Nonsense again."

"Is that nonsense?" Feng Zhenzhen put out his tongue mischievously, "Every day we come to our house to fight the autumn wind, so you are a good person with a good temper."

Mr. Feng is a well-known philanthropist in the United States. There are several charitable organizations in the city under his name. Whenever people of Chinese descent have difficulty finding a charity, they will help.

It even sponsors one or two young people with dreams every year.

"Zhen Zhen, you should learn how to do business, and you can't be so simple." The old man turned his head and said to Director Xing: "You will bring Zhen Zhen behind and teach her how to do business."