Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 431 - 380: Even Heroes Fall for Beauty (10,000 Words) (4)

Chapter 431: Chapter 380: Even Heroes Fall for Beauty (10,000 Words) (4)

"Here are twenty-six fighter jets. Five tanks! A regiment of soldiers, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop, Brother Yin, are you out of your mind?"

Bai Fengmao listened to Yin Shaohui getting more and more excited as he spoke, and immediately stopped him.

"What’s wrong?"

"Why are you giving such a large military base model? What are you trying to do? You don’t want my great-grandson or great-granddaughter to join the military in the future, do you?"

"I don’t mean that."

"Then why are you giving this thing?"

Bai Fengmao’s hair stood on end; as a scholar, he has always had some issues with military people.

"I just want my grandson and granddaughter to have a look. Can’t I? Their granddad was in the military! How impressive!"

"And you say you’re not trying to make them join the military?"

"No, Brother Bai, what’s wrong with joining the military? You don’t look down on military people, do you?"

"Shuangshuang and Huanghuang can grow up delicately; why endure hardships in the army?"

"Joining the army can better temper a person’s will and..."

"Alright, alright, take your exquisite model and head home."

Saying this, Bai Fengmao was about to shoo him away.

Su Xiaomeng secretly laughed in her heart; no matter how fiercely the two old men argued, she wasn’t worried...

She knew the old men were wise and were just bickering for fun.

However, inadvertently, Su Xiaomeng looked down and saw Prince Huang staring at the model, his eyes shining.

She looked up at Yin Shixiu, who shrugged lightly, clearly seeing their son’s eager gaze as well.

Shuangshuang pointed to the big model and asked Su Xiaomeng,

"Mom, this house is so big."

"Yes, it is."

"Mom, how many people can live in the house?"

"You have to ask Grandpa; he knows a lot."

"Grandpa, how many people can live in this big house..."

Upon Shuangshuang’s query, Yin Shaohui glanced at Bai Fengmao and quickly explained to the seemingly interested Shuangshuang...

The family continued their lively chatter until late at night.

The two elders almost forgot that tomorrow was Yin Bowen and Guo Tong’s wedding.

It wasn’t until Yin Shiqing called to remind them that they suddenly remembered and started packing up to go down the mountain.

Su Xiaomeng and Yin Shixiu weren’t in a hurry; even if they went back late, they could still get up early the next day.

After the Yin family’s two elders left, Su’s mother brought out the gift bag.

"With all these elders and children, gifting has gotten so insincere, so I went a bit mundane and bought two pieces of clothing."

Su Xiaomeng hugged her mother,

"Thank you, mom."

"Go and have Shuangshuang and Huanghuang try them on."

"Okay."

Su Xiaomeng went to find Shuangshuang and Huanghuang to try on new clothes. Meanwhile, as Yin Shixiu was about to follow, he was stopped by Su’s mother,

"Shixiu, wait a minute."

"Hmm?"

"Come, sit over by Grandpa."

Saying this, Su’s mother and Yin Shixiu walked over to the long bench where Bai Fengmao was sitting.

Bai Fengmao held a small purple clay teapot in his hand. As the evening approached, the mountain was a bit chilly, and the old man wore a white long shirt and pants.

His white hair and the white mustache under his nose added an invisible air of wisdom to him.

"Here you are, sit down."

Bai Fengmao patted the seat next to him, speaking to Yin Shixiu.

Grandpa had a smile on his face, but Yin Shixiu inexplicably felt a weight.

"Grandpa..."

Bai Fengmao looked at the flowers and plants before him and the small bamboo grove not far away across them.

"Look at those bamboos over there, just grown this year. In the height of summer now, they are full of strength... unlike an old fool, in the twilight years."

"..."

"I heard your elder brother’s son is getting married tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"I’ve heard some things about that Guo family’s child from Si Xian. And your elder brother’s situation... I know a bit too."

Bai Fengmao took a sip from the teapot’s spout, his hand cupping the body of the purple clay pot, gently rubbing it, his gaze appearing distant.

"As a businessman, you want to be successful, but when it comes to politics, how much can you see?"

He suddenly asked.

Yin Shixiu took a light breath,

"To be honest, business and politics have similarities, but being good at business doesn’t necessarily mean one can handle politics. As for how much I can see... without trying, I really can’t say."

"Would you be willing to try?"

"..."

Yin Shixiu was taken aback.

Bai Fengmao said lightly,

"The People’s Congress elections are coming up soon. With your current status, there would be no issues. I can write a recommendation letter for you."

"Grandpa..."

"Let me finish. I know you don’t like politics. I’ve talked with Yin Shaohui, so I know. You have a wealth of tens of billions, but little power."

"Your elder brother is currently thriving in politics, but how far he can go in the future, no one can predict."