The second uncle has his own plans, and his vision for the future is not without reason.
But Feng Jun glanced at him, turned around, and left without a word.
He didn't feel he was being rude. He had made it clear: talk to my dad, yet you insist on talking to me—what, my dad isn't worthy of speaking with you?
The second uncle got really anxious seeing this, he stood up and quickly took two steps forward, "Xiao Jun, I heard you're still in the oil business?"
"Huh?" Feng Jun was puzzled, you really aren't afraid of dying, huh?
He turned his head, asking with a peculiar expression, "Who told you that?"
"Just hearsay, just hearsay," the second uncle spoke with a smile, "everyone says you have a way to get cheap crude oil, is that right?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun found it even stranger, "You used to manage a factory, now you're into building bathrooms, dabbling in communications, and still want to mess with crude oil... I'm curious, what's your main business?"
