Since he had no girlfriend to bring home to his mother, Feng Jun could only come up with a more convincing reason. "I've been busy with work lately. Didn't you and Dad always say that a real man should establish his career before starting a family?"
That was the teaching of Feng Wenhui and his wife. Their own marriage had not come easily, and naturally, they did not want their son to live such a hard life. So although Feng Jun was also their only child, they had never instilled in him the idea that "carrying on the family line is the greatest duty."
In fact, Zhang Junyi, as the mother, had been the strongest advocate of this belief. Feng Wenhui had merely gone along with his wife.
Hearing that, Zhang Junyi thought again of the generator at home and immediately asked warily, "How can you be making so much money? Our family has never done any crooked business!"
The saying that "there are no honest merchants" did not apply to Feng Wenhui and his wife. Small business owners often earned nothing more than hard-earned money. Besides, they did business in a small county town, where most customers were acquaintances. Once their reputation was ruined, they would be finished.
So her requirement for her son was also to "make money standing up"—though these days, there were far too few people who could live by those four words. Especially among those doing big business, how many dared claim they made money standing up?
Yet there would always be people in this world willing to hold fast to their beliefs, even if they seemed a little ridiculous or out of step with the times.
Feng Jun knew his mother's temperament and immediately swore, "I'm definitely making money openly and honestly. Forget everything