The American dream is not so easy to do. Many Chinese who first arrived in the noble realm rely on illegal work to make a living, wash dishes, go to move companies with good physical strength, and carry people with strange things. Even Mr. Sun, the founding father of the Republic of China, spent all the money he raised during the revolution, went to restaurants to clean dishes, and slowly saved money to wait for a good opportunity. If you have some savings, you can open a shoulder-to-back family hotel, open a laundry full of branches and leaves, and slowly develop, and you can also open a grocery store, a small supermarket, and a Chinese restaurant.

Duanmu Ming's biological father, Granjun, married into the Yu family, was a bunch of Fujian immigrants. He opened many supermarkets and grocery stores in LA. He saved a lot of capital in the chaotic end of the 20th century. It was not until after Gran took over as president of the Yu family that he gradually formalized and chained the supermarket. Later, he entered the real estate and hotel industry, and was a family in the Chinese area. These had nothing to do with him. He just helped the Yu family manage the industry and saved some money by using his position. The only one who was completely controlled by him was a Zigong Hotel. [Note: Zigong was originally named "Duanmuci"]

Duanmu Ming is a perfectionist and loves all his life, only Duanmu Meng. He has a son with the Yu family's wife, but he knows that this is not his flesh and blood. Before marrying into the Yu family, he had already had a sterilization surgery with mercy. He had no expectations or feelings for the Yu family.

Shusun Wu Shu destroyed Zhongni. Zigong said: "There is nothing to do! Zhongni cannot be destroyed. The wise men of others can still be crossed by hills; Zhongni is the sun and the moon, and it is beyond the reach. Even if a person wants to cut off himself, why is he hurting the sun and the moon? He often sees that he does not know the limit."——"Analects of Confucius·Zi Zhang"

【Translation】: Shusun Wushu slandered Confucius. Zigong said: "It's useless! Confucius cannot slander it. Other people's virtues are like hills, but they can still climb. Confucius is the sun and moon, and cannot climb. Even if a person closes the door and does not look at the sun and the moon, what harm does it have to do to the sun and the moon? It just shows that he is self-esteem."

The sun and the moon are beyond the reach. This is where Duanmu Ming’s name comes from.

The place where Gran met Duanmuming was the president's office of Zigong Hotel.

Looking at the handsome and handsome son of Fengshen, Gran is as proud as the sun and the moon. This is my son!

There was once a beautiful person who gave him perfect love and a perfect love crystallization, and there was no regret in this life.

Old Gran, who was very old, sighed: "Xiao Ming, thank you for coming to see me."

"Dad..." Duanmu Ming finally used this title for the first time, and he felt very different. He didn't want to say it. Seeing his father's vicissitudes and his mother's youthful beauty, he couldn't help but feel sad and his resentment was a little slackened.

Gran said happily: "Hey, good son, you are willing to forgive your father. I will never regret it again in my life. I have done too many stupid things in my life. The biggest stupid thing is to be too proud, unwilling to bow my head, and unwilling to look back. So, I live in pain all my life. Xiao Ming wants to learn from my lesson. Oh, I should not have to worry about you. Eliza will definitely be wiser than me in raising a child!"

Duanmu Ming was sad for a moment: "You can see that your life is not very good."

Gran: "No, it's okay. If you come to the United States to see me frequently, that would be even better. By the way, you said you didn't let me send my money to China. Do you want to come to the United States to develop?"

Duanmu Ming: "I want to invest my money in Twitter. Have you heard of it? It seems that Twitter is very popular in the United States recently."

Gran said in surprise: "Yes, I've watched CNN's live broadcast. All over the United States has been paying attention to the Stanford bombing. The founder of Twitter is about the same age as you, so young and promising."

Duanmu Ming: "Yes. Zero is mine...how can I say that, I am also one of the founders of Twitter, and Zero's original team was organized by me."

Gran smiled and said, "Oh, that's great. Zero said Twitter is worth 100 million, isn't it true?"

Duanmu Ming: "Really, and it's still very strong. I am still one of the super administrators on Twitter. I know very well that the number of users has been rising."

Gran: "That's good. I support you, but I don't understand this very much. Otherwise, you can invest in a part of it first. I heard that online concept stocks have fallen sharply recently."

Duanmu Ming shook his head: "This Zero is a genius. What he infers will definitely become a fact in the end. In a few years, Twitter will have a market value of 10 billion. I will invest as much as you give me, as long as he is willing to ask for it."

Gran: "Wow, so awesome, you don't have to worry. I'll ask my friend for helping you, he's doing VC (VC) and see if this Twitter is really good at developing."

Duanmu Ming: "Okay. It's not important to ask."

Gran poured his son a cup of Tieguanyin that had just been cooked and said, "We are drinking and chatting. Today, I have turned down all the trivial matters and social events, and no one will disturb us."

Duanmu Ming: "The name of this hotel... seems to be Zigong, the ancestor of our Duanmu family?"

Gran smiled: "Yes, this is the only industry I can take advantage of. I have spent my whole life here. I am familiar with every tree and every tree here. I know all the employees here. The services provided here have a reputation in the entire West Coast Chinese circle. But I don't know if you are interested in running a hotel. If you are interested, I will leave it to you. If you are not interested, I will sell it. Dad doesn't have much money. That 10 million is to sell this hotel. If you don't sell it, it will only be two or three million."

This made Duanmu Ming embarrassed. He thought he was giving 10 million yuan in cash, but he didn't expect that he had to sell his life's hard work to get 10 million yuan.

Seeing Duanmu Ming's expression, Gran said, "It doesn't matter, just sell it. It's just a restaurant. As long as you like it, I'm happy if you lose it all, let alone do serious things."

Duanmu Ming thought for a while and shook his head: "Forget it, you have worked hard all your life, I can't ask for your money. Two or three million is already very good. If I make money, I will give it back to you."

Gran smiled: "Look at what you said, take it, I'll live in a few days anyway..."

Duanmu Ming said in surprise: "What?"

Gran patted his head and said calmly: "There is a malignant tumor in his head. The doctor said, I still have half a year. Even if you don't come, I'm going to go back to China."

Duanmu Ming's voice trembled: "Dad...you didn't tell my mom...you should let her know this."

Gran: "I didn't notice it when she came last time. During that time, I always had hallucinations and felt that it was not very good, so I wanted to sell the restaurant to give you some compensation and live a comfortable life of doing nothing. After your mother came, it became even more obvious. I went to the hospital for a check-up and found out. I was very busy in normal times, and I thought about something unhappy when I stopped, so I deliberately made myself so busy. As a result, I would stop forever when I stopped. Life is really short. If I knew half a year ago that I didn't live long, I would go back with your mother and stay with her, and enjoy a few days of blessings. Looking at her and you every day, that would be happiness."

All Duanmu Ming's resentment turned into sadness that was about to part forever, and his chest was blocked very much.

Gran: "Okay, death is not as terrible as you think. My current mentality is like a seventy-eighty-year-old man, and it is natural to die. God is very fair. If you live happily, then you will be afraid of death. If you live in pain like me, you will be eager to die. Death is not scary at all, it is just the destination of everyone."

As expected, he told his son all his tragic struggle history in the United States like a dying old man. When he heard that his current legal son was not his flesh and blood, Duanmu Ming felt the pain of a completely loser in his father's heart. Another source of pain was that Glan had angered gangsters in the early days. Only by hiding the Yu family could he escape the pursuit, so he married such a woman, so he had sterilization surgery before marrying such a woman.

The romantic talented man at King's College, London, has fallen into the desolate situation today, which makes people feel infinitely moved.

He also told his son not to tell Duanmuwen about his terminal illness. He loved her so much that he did not want her to live in sorrow for the past six months.

The father and son were expressing their feelings to each other, and they met too late. Suddenly the door was pushed open. A big boy with thick lines shouted: "Dad! Are you hiding here? There are so many things in the company waiting for you to deal with! I..."

To be honest, this child is not ugly, but compared to the super beautiful boy trained by Duanmu Yin, it is simply a bunch of metabolic products. The expensive suit makes him look more and more dressed in the world. Duanmu Ming's impression of him is not only because his mother named Yu is unreasonable to Duanmu Yin, but just now Gran talked about this half-brother, who eats, drinks, gambling and drugs, but even makes his mother doting, and she can't bear any grievances since she was a child. Compared with such people, many pure bird boys in the world, such as Sikong Ling, who is loyal to him, have become very cute children.

The boy surnamed Yu stared at the beautiful boy for several seconds, and suddenly realized: "Ah! You are the bastard of the Duanmu family! What are you doing when you come to our house?" He had a stern face, gloomy like the sky before the rainstorm once in a century.

This miscellaneous existence was dirty when he talked to him. Duanmu Ming said to his father lightly: "Let's talk again in the future." He walked out.

Young Master Yu was furious. No one dared to be so rude to Young Master Yu. Our Young Master Yu family is the only heir to billions of dollars of wealth. He stomped his feet and made the entire West Coast of the United States tremble for him! He grabbed the arm of the beautiful boy and turned dirty. He was more bold, unrestrained and direct than his strange mother. Anyway, there was no TV station in the world that made the words broadcast.

Duanmu Ming didn't say a word, and waited for him to curse for two minutes. Suddenly, he kicked out without warning. Just in the chest of Master Yu, the Master shouted in shame and flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, hitting the high-end furniture in the room scattered and fragmented, and the tea set vase on the table was overturned and broken.

The beauty of this kick is that it has no predictability of legs. Like Jack the Ripper and Sikong Ling, the Egg Brokener, the reputation of the Shadowless Foot Mingjiang is also destined to be recorded in history.

Young Master Yu was cursing, and even when he was kicked in the air, he still had lines in his mouth. He was really underestimating the enemy and was defeated. Young Master Yu was also a good fighter. Just kidding, he could cover the grandson of the Fu Jian Gang boss of Gran from the threat of the gangster. How could he not be able to do anything?

Ming Jiang, who was as quiet as a virgin and as moving as a crazy rabbit, wanted to rush forward to the ugly face of Master Yu, and then planted a few more flowers on him, but Glen stopped him.

Duanmu Ming looked at Mr. Yu coldly and turned around and left.

Mr. Yu picked up the fallen teapot and threw it over, but only hit the door that Duanmu Ming suddenly closed. Mr. Yu did not listen to Gran's shouting, and got up from the ground without any grace and chased him out.

At the entrance of the hotel, Mr. Yu chased behind Duanmu Ming and shouted to the security guard: "Stop this man!"

Of course, the two security guards recognized the mighty young master Yu and stopped him with a serious look on his face.

Duanmu Ming stopped.

Before Mr. Yu could fight again, Gran said in a deep voice behind him: "Awei, Ayong, this handsome young man is my biological son. He will soon be the boss of Zigong Hotel. Don't stop him."

The two security guards were in amazement and doubtful situation, Duanmu Ming walked away.

Young Master Yu was also frightened by his father's words, and he didn't care about chasing people. Instead, he asked his father: "Dad! How can you be so partial? He is your son, right? I am the one you raised, and that little white face is just a bastard from the mainland!"

Gran said calmly: "Look at yourself, how is it like me?"

As Mr. Yu asked and said something dirty, Gran felt his nose itchy and two blood flowed out, dirtying it to the palm of his right hand.

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Duanmu Ming sat in a daze in a cafe on the first floor of the hotel. He had drunk three cups of Espresso. The sad and beautiful boy broke his heart in the coffee shop.

The voice of the text message broke his myth, and Yu Qingwan asked: "Are you back?"

Duanmu Ming replied: "yes."

Yu Qingwan: "Let's go to Disney! I've packed it up!"

Duanmu Ming: "I'm tired, let's go somewhere else."

Miss Yu Qingwan got angry and put aside her modesty and accompanied him to a foreign land. The guy even took off his airs. The angry lady replied: "If you don't go, I'll go by myself!"

Duanmu Ming stared at her being so cute, but he couldn't even get back the message, and then forgot.

As the saying goes, disasters never come in singularly. A tragedy always makes people abnormal, and then the tragedy comes. Miss Yu didn't really go alone. She called a friend over, and she was a man.

Duanmu Ming was beside the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, watching the man happily driving a Porsche convertible and picking Yu Qingwan away.

Duanmu Ming had no anger or jealousy, only sadness, muttering to himself: "Woman..."

The next day, Duanmu Ming called Yu Qingwan and called three times, but she pinched her. Duanmu Ming had to go to New York to find Sikong Ling by himself.

Since Duanmu Ming had no hope when he found his girlfriend to fool Sikongling, he was not very happy, but he would always be regretful if he didn't go to see him when he was in the United States. Let's give it a try.

On that day, Duanmu Ming flew alone in New York.

Sikong Ling already knew that Duanmu Ming had enfeoffed Murong Bingxue's account and snatched the letter with poems. When Duanmu Ming came to New York, he thought he was here to settle the score with him. He felt guilty and saw him at a Café downstairs in the company, for fear that he would lose the dignity of the boss when he saw the DoubleClick employee.

Seeing Duanmuming's coffee cup, Sikong Ling muttered: "Espresso? It tastes so heavy." He ordered mocha, neither heavy nor light, just right.

Although he was guilty, he was never afraid of trouble. Sikong Ling sipped leisurely and waited for Lord Duanmu to get angry.

Duanmu Ming: "Long time no see."

Sikong Ling calculated with his fingers: "More than half a year."

Duanmu Ming: "Where are you busy with DoubleClick?"

It didn't seem like he was here to settle the accounts. Sikong Ling immediately felt relieved and said, "Yes, advertising is the soul of an Internet company. I exchanged DoubleClick for 30% of my shares. Every time I think about it, I feel bleeding. There is no way, I must do it well."

Duanmu Ming: "I have been scattered in the officialdom for some time. It's so boring. It's a world of difference compared to your success in the United States!"

Sikong Ling smiled: "Xiao Ming finally figured it out. He has to face a bunch of waste every day, and he will suffocate you to death."

Duanmu Ming: "How much is Twitter's valuation now?"

Sikong Ling: "It's still 100 million. VCs all want to take control, but there is no one who is good at it, so I'm impatient to advertise. With reliable income, VCs will be able to talk because I can afford it."

Duanmu Ming: "I can only take out four million. Do you think I can buy stocks?"

Sikong Ling said in surprise: "It's not bad, why do you have so much money? Forget it, let's not ask, the energy of a mother who is a high-ranking official is unquestionable."

Duanmu Ming: "It's not my mother's, it's my father's. It's the husband of the evil woman when you saved my mother."

Sikong Ling: "Oh...it seems to be quite difficult for your dad to make this money..."

Duanmu Ming: "Yes, his lifelong efforts have been done. He has a restaurant and said he wants to sell it to me. I really can't bear to ask for it. Can you get ten million?"
To be continued...