Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

"Zhang Zongyi is your son. How many sons do you have?"

Unlike Zhang San, who focuses on business matters every day, Fang Xiaobing and the other two women are most interested in entertainment gossip. They have been away from the entertainment industry for a long time, so naturally they want to keep up with it. When they saw Zhang Zongyi, they carefully examined his gossip news and found some clues that led them to believe that Zhang Zongyi should be Zhang San's son, or one of his sons.

Seeing that Zhang San wasn't doing anything productive, they couldn't help but ask, since it concerned their children's inheritance, and of course, they also wanted to satisfy their curiosity.

"Yes, this is my eldest son. What's wrong?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to know how many more good-looking sons like this you have?"

Zhang San thought for a moment, then remembered Chai Xiaofen's son, who was quite infuriating. He shook his head and said, "There are three more."

Guan Meiren didn't like having children; she preferred a wealthy life and enjoying life. Zhou Huimin was somewhat resistant, so the three of them contributed to the Zhang family's expansion. However, they still asked what the sons did. Zhang San thought for a moment and began to talk about his three children. The third and fourth sons were normal, following their parents' arrangements and preparing to inherit the family business.

The person he was complaining about, Chai Xiaofen's son, Zhang San's eldest son, Zhang Zongshuang, was currently in high school. Unlike his older brother Zhang Zongyi, who was the same age, he was very low-key. At this moment, he was sitting in his seat, lost in thought, with a blank expression.

"Shuangshuang, you're skipping PE class? Are you just standing here daydreaming?"

Zhang Zongshuang said, "What's the point of going there? It's so tiring. It's much better to study here."

The student shook his head, threw down his clothes, and left; he had come to change.

Just then, a teacher came over and said, "Zhang Zongshuang, not attending PE class counts as skipping class."

"Alright, teacher." Zhang Zongshuang got up helplessly and walked towards the playground. The playground of this school was unusually large. He joined them in exercising, but he had no interest in it at all.

When school ended at three o'clock in the afternoon, Chai Xiaofen returned home and said to the housekeeper, "Take the young master to wash up and prepare some snacks."

After Zhang Zongshuang changed his clothes and washed up, he said somewhat boredly, "Mommy, school is so tiring, I don't want to go to school."

"Your brother is already a big star, and he still studies hard. As for you, Mommy doesn't ask anything of you. Just study hard and don't be so lazy." Chai Xiaofen had already given up. She just wanted to raise the younger one and make sure the younger one studied hard, so that he wouldn't be like the older one, who was always trying to be lazy. If he could lie down, he would never sit; if he could sit, he would never stand.

"Mommy, why should I work hard? My dad is rich, why should I work hard?" Zhang Zongshuang's words left Chai Xiaofen speechless. She just felt sad because she felt inferior to He Meitian's son.

She was probably upset by her son today; this was the first time she had ever been angry, and she had never done so before. So she called Zhang San.

"Zhang San, aren't you going to come back and discipline your good-for-nothing son? He's not only too lazy, but he also wants to get something for nothing. You... *&@#￥#@#&*……"

Perhaps startled by Chai Xiaofen's excited tone, Zhang San could only say in a gentle voice, "Okay, okay, I'll talk to him. Give him the phone."

Fang Xiaobing, Gao Yuanyuan, and Wang Shengyi found it amusing to see Zhang San's henpecked behavior and watched the show from the sidelines.

Zhang San inwardly groaned. It was truly a case of speaking of the devil and he appears; one should never speak of people during the day, nor of ghosts at night.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?" Zhang Zongshuang's lazy voice came from the phone. Zhang San didn't care. What's wrong with his son being a little lazy?

"You little brat, what did you do to make your mom angry?"

"No, I'm very obedient. I just don't want to do anything or study. It's too tiring for you, brother." Zhang Zongshuang's words made Zhang San nod. He had a father who was the richest man in the country, so he didn't want to work hard either.

"You're not going to work hard anymore, so your mom's getting angry, isn't she?"

"Oh, is that so, Dad? Are you going to lecture me too?" Zhang Zongshuang looked like a dead pig, guessing that his father would definitely get angry.

As a result, Zhang San said, "That's good. There's no barrier to entry if you don't work hard, but Dad still advises you to learn more things. Do you know why?"

"No~"

The father, Zhang San, was quite impressed by the confident and assertive answer, remarking that Zhang San had the demeanor of a father.

"You have a good family background and a rich father. All you have to do in the future is be a stud... no, just carry on the family line. And no one will dare to bully you. As for why I'm making you study and broaden your horizons, it's so you won't be deceived and can distinguish right from wrong. Can you tell what's good and what's bad? What is a seemingly loyal but actually treacherous person? What is honest advice that's hard to hear? If you don't understand these things, what will you do when people start deceiving you? Will you become a laughingstock?"

Zhang San's words touched Zhang Zongshuang, who was sitting opposite him. He said, "Dad, what you said seems to make sense."

"Think about it carefully. If someone is deliberately trying to deceive you, and they've gathered a group of people to do so as a team, how would you tell?" Zhang San paused for a moment, then said, "This is a test question. Think about it yourself."

"Give the phone to your mom."

Chai Xiaofen answered the phone and heard Zhang San say, "Kids, if they don't want to study, then let them study. It's good to let them have a good childhood. Don't make things difficult for him. I'll go back to Hong Kong in a few days and we'll come to see you together."

"So you finally decided to come back, huh? Home... *&*&%￥#@##￥￥%￥#%￥%……"

Zhang San held the microphone further away, afraid of being sprayed with laughter. Fang Xiaobing and the others were already holding back their laughter; if they weren't professionals, they would definitely have burst out laughing.

Once there was no more sound from the other end, Zhang San approached and said, "Afen, you've worked hard. I'll be back in a few days..."

Zhang San sighed after hanging up the phone and said, "Being a man is hard, being a good man is even harder. I'm having a great time, haha..."

"Tch, what a jerk!" They didn't want to see this man swaggering around here, so they turned and left.

"Hey, don't go!" Seeing that they had left, Zhang San felt bored and went to find his Amy.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Zhang Zongshuang, lying there, felt that his father's words seemed to make sense. His father hadn't asked him to do anything. The only request wasn't difficult: to distinguish right from wrong and good from bad. Everyone knows that, right? And also, not to be deceived.

I'm so smart, how could I possibly be fooled? You're underestimating me. When Dad comes back, I'll show him my intelligence.