Rural Friends Circle

He took the big box with things from the trunk down, and when he arrived at the door of the villa, he rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened from the inside, and Lin Mengyao leaned out.

After seeing him, the smile on the little woman's face disappeared instantly. Looking at her expression, it was as if he had slept with her without paying her, and she was about to lock him out of the door if they didn't agree.

"Yaoyao, is Tang Feng here?" The voice of Mr. Lin came from inside the house.

Lin Mengyao glared at Tang Feng, but still opened the door and let him in.

Looking at the gloomy and beautiful face, Tang Feng couldn't help complaining in his heart, where did he provoke this woman, so that she frowned after seeing him.

In the living room, on the sofa, Mr. Lin sat on the right side, and next to him, there was a white-haired old man. Although the old man looked kind, Tang Feng's keen intuition could still feel the murderous aura on the old man.

If this old man is not a killer, then he must be a soldier, and a tough soldier who has experienced the baptism of the battlefield.

"Xiaofeng, come here." Liu Hui, the mother of Lin Mengjia, who was sitting next to Lin Zeshou, stood up and was very enthusiastic after seeing Tang Feng.

On the other hand, Lin Zeshou still had a stern face. He only glanced at Tang Feng and snorted, as if he was greeting Tang Feng in this way, which made Tang Feng want to cry but not cry.

He could also guess that the reason why Lin Zeshou disliked him and looked at him coldly was not because he misunderstood that he had something with Lin Mengjia, but because of Lin Mengjia's resignation from Lin's Real Estate.

Lin Zeshou was also a capable person in Pingyang. Naturally, he could find out that the investor of Datang Real Estate was him, Tang Feng, and Lin Mengjia jumped from Lin's Real Estate to Datang Real Estate. In Lin Zeshou's view, it was him, Tang Feng, who seduced his daughter.

"Auntie, Mengjia hasn't come back yet?" Tang Feng looked around, but didn't see Lin Mengjia, so he asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you call her in advance?" Liu Hui asked him with a smile.

She hasn't come back yet. If I had known, I should have called her first. Now it's embarrassing. Looking at the cold faces of Lin Zeshou and Lin Mengyao, Tang Feng smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Auntie, where should I put these things?"

"Put them in the kitchen first." Liu Hui always had a gentle smile on her face and said with a smile.

"Tang Feng, did you bring me your wine?" Mr. Lin spoke at this time.

"Mengjia notified me the day before yesterday, how could I dare to forget it? A whole pot, five kilograms, should be enough for you to drink." Tang Feng laughed and said.

"You kid still have a conscience." The old man grinned and laughed happily.

After Tang Feng went to the kitchen, the white-haired old man asked Mr. Lin with some curiosity: "Mr. Lin, whose child is this? Could it be that he is the boyfriend of Mengjia?"

Mr. Lin glanced towards the kitchen, touched the little beard on his chin, smiled and shook his head and said: "I think they are a good match. As for whether they can be together, it depends on their own fate."

"How can he be worthy of my sister? My sister graduated from a prestigious university and is so capable. He is just a nouveau riche in the countryside. Why should he be my sister's boyfriend?" Lin Mengyao snorted and muttered.

Hearing Lin Mengyao's mumbling, Mr. Lin frowned, glared at her, and said unhappily: "Is it great to graduate from a prestigious university? Your grandfather didn't even go to high school. Why, just because I didn't go to school, I am not worthy of getting married?"

"Yes, looking at those who are capable and promising at home and abroad, how many of them graduated from prestigious universities? Times make heroes, who can say for sure who is unworthy of whom." The white-haired old man looked at the kitchen and said meaningfully.

Mr. Lin and Lin Zeshou looked at each other, and they could read a hint of surprise in each other's eyes. They didn't believe that the white-haired old man's later words were unintentional. Obviously, this was meant to be meaningful.

Lin Mengyao may not be able to hear the hidden meaning of the old man's words, and even if she did, she would only think that he was joking and had no real meaning, but the father and son of the Lin family understood that this old man had been on the battlefield for decades, and his vision of judging people was unmatched by few people in the whole of China.

She knew her own daughter well. Whether it was her appearance or her temperament and ability, Lin Mengjia was one of the best in Pingyang, but the hidden meaning of the old man's words was that Lin Mengjia was not worthy of Tang Feng, a rural boy. How could this be possible?

Old Master Lin wanted to ask more, but at this time, Tang Feng came out of the kitchen, so he had to stop the topic temporarily.

"Tang Feng, come here, sit here, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Li." After Tang Feng returned to the living room, Old Master Lin waved at him, and after he sat down beside him, he introduced him.

"Hello, Mr. Li" Looking at the old man with white hair, Tang Feng hurriedly stood up and shouted respectfully.

Although Mr. Lin did not introduce the true identity of Mr. Li, one can tell from the murderous aura on this old man that he must be from the military, and his identity is probably terrifyingly high.

If it weren't for this, Lin Zeshou, the chairman of Lin's Real Estate, wouldn't be like a kitten, sitting next to him docilely, serving tea and pouring water.

"Okay, every generation has its own talents, little kid, please sit down." Old Li laughed and said to Tang Feng in a gentle tone.

"Xiao Tang, what do you do?" After Tang Feng sat down, Old Li asked him.

Looking at the kind smile on the face of the old man in front of him, Tang Feng always felt a sense of disobedience. That feeling was like seeing a kind smile on the face of a murderer, which was a bit scary.

"I'm just an out-and-out farmer, with no big prospects. I only raise some fish and grow some vegetables on my own acres of land." Tang Feng answered very modestly.

Hearing Tang Feng's modest answer, Lin Zeshou, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but curl his lips and looked at Tang Feng with contempt. How many acres of land do you have? It's clearly thousands of acres. And, have you ever seen a farmer who invested tens of millions to build a foundation!

This man is just hypocritical. He is rich but pretends to be pitiful. Is there anyone here who would pay attention to your little money? Lin Mengyao also looked at Tang Feng with contempt and muttered in her heart.

"You kid, you know how to be modest. Although your thousand-acre farm is not very big, I think the income this year is probably much more than those large farms abroad." Old Master Lin narrowed his eyes and said to Tang Feng with a smile.

They are all figures in Pingyang. It is difficult to hide their details, especially Tang Feng. Only by carefully inquiring, he can easily deduce the annual income of the farm.

With an annual income of more than tens of millions, such income is indeed unmatched even by many large farms.