Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 820 - 526 Someone_3

Even in his spare time, he was listening to operas from twenty years ago!

The Feng Family’s eldest uncle found it increasingly strange in his heart.

This opera music had not been heard for a long time.

The operas that Old Man Feng liked to listen to twenty years ago, as he aged, he seldom listened to them anymore. Today, seeing this scene suddenly, it felt as if it was concealing some information, giving him an inexplicable sense of urgency and crisis.

The fluctuating thoughts in the Feng Family’s eldest uncle’s mind were once again suppressed.

Feng Chi’s family also visited, experienced the strange atmosphere for themselves and then returned home.

The decision to send Feng Chi away from Yang City to work left his parents with somber expressions.

"Have you felt that Old Man Feng is paying us increasingly little attention?"

"What are you talking about? When has Old Man Feng ever paid us any attention?"

"No, I mean everyone in the Feng Family! Including my elder brother’s family, none have been in Old Man Feng’s sight!"

"Hmm... Although the old man values the legitimate eldest son and grandson more, it’s only in comparison to others. Everyone is just a tool in Old Man Feng’s eyes. Yet, you’re right, today, he did seem even more peculiar."

Regardless of the thoughts in the minds of the Feng Family members, those who were a bit cunning, hoping to get more benefits from Old Man Feng, frequented the hospital especially often.

But when they were in front of Old Man Feng, they did not dare to speak much, only trying to show their filial piety to the fullest extent.

They didn’t dare to ask about matters, nor did they dare to mention a certain name.

They were still concerned about whether a certain person would come to settle scores.

They were also looking forward to when that person would come looking for them? When the two parties confronted each other, Old Man Feng’s mood would certainly be especially stirred, and if...

Cough.

The members of the Feng Family waited.

One day passed, then two.

Still no word from that person.

Didn’t they say nothing was wrong? Were they really scared off by the assassination attempt?

They waited some more.

That person still did not show up.

Did that person have such little courage?

That person, why haven’t you come over yet?!

...

That person had no intention of dealing with the matter for the time being.

The goal this time was simply to have the investigators keep an eye on the situation while concurrently reducing public appearances under the guise of this incident.

To shift everyone’s focus on Feng Yi toward "intra-family power struggles" instead of involving other matters.

The ambush in the rain that day was barely mentioned in the news, and even when it was, it quickly subsided.

In certain circles, there may be various rumors and guesses about whether the grandson and grandfather were finally going to clash for real this time.

In terms of assets, of course, Feng Yi would be the winner, but in terms of certain methods, this young man Feng Yi might not necessarily surpass Old Man Feng, the ruthless player.

Many onlookers were waiting to watch the big show unfold.

However, the person being talked about behind closed doors was already not in Yang City at this moment.

Ancestral Factory headquarters.

A luxury car, which looked particularly secure, arrived at the Ancestral Factory.

Tall and burly bodyguards escorted a young man wearing sunglasses into the building, with the driver following by their side.

Some onlookers who witnessed this scene whispered:

"Feng Yi? Is that Feng Yi?!"

"How daring! You actually dare to call out his name directly!"

"Oh, I’ll phrase it differently...the one who just passed by, that’s the boss, right?"

President Yue’s office.

Yue Geng Yang sat there signing documents when the trio entered. He didn’t get up, casually saying, "Sit down, make yourself at home."

As the office door closed with the three entrants, they abandoned their formal stances. A’que, with his usual expressionless face, seated himself in a corner without much conversation.

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The young man in the middle took off his sunglasses and started flipping through a book printed by the Ancestral Factory.

From their attitudes, it was clear that this "Feng Yi" was not the other Feng Yi.

On an island far from Yang City and the Ancestral Factory.

The once clear sky began to gather clouds.

Moisture quickly condensed, and soon, a layer of fog covered the sky above the island, darkening the light that filtered down, as if the weather was about to change.

Xin stood at the edge of the beach without any sign of facing the upcoming storm at sea.

At this moment, he wore a smile, eagerly awaiting the arrival of a boss whom he had not seen for a long time.