Sister, you miss me

Brighton shook his head: "Although I don't want to be so cold, but it's true. What he values ​​is not my uncle, but my inheritance. When he sees that his hope is lost, he reveals his true colors of ruthlessness.

The old woman said excitedly: "This is all your side words, I want to see Jack, you won't stop it!"

Brighton sighed: "You are my only sister, and he is your only son. Therefore, for your sake, I will not treat him well. At most I will punish him slightly to make him repent. ."

The old woman sneered and nodded: "Thank you for caring about the love between your siblings and brothers." After all, she was old but still kept her sharp eyes on Yang Feng's face, "Is he your grandson?"

Brighton nodded: "Replace it like a fake."

"If you have a grandson, kick your nephew away. You really belong to you."

"Sister..." Brighton looked helpless and didn't know what to say.

At this time, an old-fashioned dial telephone rang in the corner, Dracula's face changed, and he walked over to connect, put down the receiver, and returned to Brighton with a solemn expression, whispering : "Your Excellency, the Vice President and the agents of the FBI want to see you."

Brighton glanced at Dracula, his white eyebrows frowned: "Go, go and meet the vice president."

When the two passed by Yang Feng, Brighton took Yang Feng's hand: "Xiao Feng, go to see someone with Grandpa."

Boss Yang Feng didn't want to, so he followed Brighton out of the restaurant.

The three came to the entrance of the manor. A few cars had just arrived, and the bright lights made it impossible to look directly at them.

When the car stopped, Yang Feng looked around.

At the beginning is a black Ford Raptor, in the middle is a silver Buick GL8, behind is a military green Jeep. As for the series, Yang Feng does not know.

A group of men in suits came down from the front and back two cars, wearing headsets, with sharp eyes and bulging waists.

After these people stood in all directions, Buick's sliding door slowly opened, and two more men in suits of the same costume popped out. After the eagle watched the wolf for a while, a black leather shoe with long legs stepped out, and then, long legs. The master made his debut.

The host smiled, and Brighton and Dracula greeted him at the same time. Yang Feng was not interested, but Brighton was still pulling tightly.

Yang Feng estimated that this is the vice president of the population. This guy is over 1.9 meters tall, wears a pair of rimless myopia glasses, and is thin, in his early thirties.

Yang Feng sighed secretly, this kid is so good, a deputy national in his early thirties, it can be said to be against the sky, it is absolutely impossible in the Republic.

The conversation between several people confirmed the identity of the young man.

Brighton said: "Your Excellency Vice President, why did you come in person?"

The Vice President’s smile could not conceal his worry: "Your Excellency Brighton, you also know that something major has happened in our country, and we are in despair."

Brighton shrugged: "It's a pity that I'm old and I can't help much."

The vice president shook his head and said, "It's not for your help. If it weren't for your house, I wouldn't come personally."

Brighton frowned: "Why do you say this?"

An agent behind the Vice President said: "Your Excellency Brighton, we are thoroughly investigating all the suspects in the violent terror case. I didn't expect your nephew Jack to be suspected, and we want to take him away."

Brighton hadn't expressed his opinion yet, and the sound of a human body falling to the ground sounded behind him. He turned his head and exclaimed, "Sister--"

The old woman fainted, the servant rushed into the ICU ward at home, and the family doctor was busy.

The vice president was placed in the meeting room.

When Brighton heard that Jack actually bought the murder of Yang Feng, and it was the violent terrorist who had been contacted, Dracula yelled: "NO DO NO DIE." But he still interceded for Jack: "Your Excellency, I I think Jack must be confused for a while, and there is also a coincidence. He is absolutely impossible to have anything to do with violent terrorists."

The Vice President shook his head: "Your Excellency Brighton, I came here personally because you have high esteem, but in this matter, there is no room for bargaining. As for whether he is a terrorist, we will truthfully investigate it. Now, Your wise choice is to let us take people away."

"Your Excellency Vice President!" Brighton's eyes narrowed and his momentum rose. The face of the young Vice President on the opposite side turned red.

After a while, Brighton sighed, "Finally, I am not right from wrong, Your Excellency Vice President, I will hand them over to you, and I hope you don't wrong the good people."

"Definitely." The vice president breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he saw the young man Brighton had been holding and asked curiously: "Is this your grandson?"

Brighton smiled slightly: "The vice president also knows, it seems that this is no longer a secret." Brighton turned to look at Yang Feng: "Xiao Feng, say hello to the vice president."

"Naaisi bald rice is special." Yang Feng stretched out his hand.

"Nays is bald!" The vice president shook Yang Feng's hand, looking amiable and approachable.

When Jack was brought up and saw the agents of the FBI, his body fell into a puddle of mud, his nose and tears broke out: "Uncle, save me—"

Brighton closed his eyes, until the howling sound went away and the sound of the car's engine dissipated, before he exploded a sentence in Chinese to Dracula and Yang Feng: The mechanism was too clever, but Qing Qing's life was missed.

...

In this way, spent two whole days in the manor.

For most of the two days, Yang Feng spent tea and chat with Brighton.

In addition, Yang Feng adjusted the prescription and gave Brighton acupuncture and medicated bath. In short, Brighton looked better and better.

During this period, Yang Feng received calls from Qin Xue, Hong Tianjiao, and Wang Bingqian, all of whom were concerned about when he would return.

During the period, Chen Long told Yang Feng that Hong Dandong had toppled a maid and rolled the sheets with her, reluctant to think about it.

In the past two days, Yang Feng hinted to Dracula more than once that he wanted to see his biological father.

Sure enough, it was scheduled on the third day.

A lot of people came to the manor at once. These people are rarely seen in the media. However, after reporting their names, Yang Feng knew how thunderous they were. They were all great people, including arms dealers, oil tycoons, manufacturing giants, and Wall Street. The tycoon, even the vice president whom I saw two days ago is here.

There is actually a young overseas Chinese among this group of people, in Yang Feng's view, he is not much bigger than himself, but he turned out to be a man of the world and a legend.

Because Yang Feng has long heard of it.

Chen Zhendong, a young Wall Street tycoon, founder of the Longjin and Huajin funds, with a net worth of up to 300 billion US dollars, has been manipulating the two funds to make waves in the international capital market. Although he joined a foreign nationality, he is still the pride of the Chinese. The radiance is so bright that Buffett and Soros have long been eclipsed. He is the back wave of the Yangtze River and shot these seniors to death on the beach.

When introducing himself, the tough-looking Chen Zhendong kept squeezing his eyes at Yang Feng, making Yang Feng a little fanciful. Rich people like to play perverts. Under the tough appearance, it may not be a feminine heart.

Of course these people were invited by Brighton.Yang Feng knew that his grandson had a good heart, and his intention was obvious. It was nothing more than to make him, his grandson, look familiar with the fierce man.

No matter what, Yang Feng was still quite moved.

After getting to know each other, Brighton pointed to Yang Feng and said, "Everyone is my close partner and best friend. Now I am old, and everything I will inherit from him. In the future, please take care of my face and help him a lot. ."

The big figures all smiled kindly, and the vice president said: "Your grandson of Your Brighton can be worse? Besides, after he inherited your property, another financial oligarch was born. Count on him!"

Brighton proudly said: "My grandson is naturally not far behind. If it is too bad, I will not blame you. I also hope that everyone can live in harmony and achieve a win-win situation."

The arms dealer is an old man with a rosacea nose and a blushing face. He rubbed his hands and said: "Your Excellency Brighton, I can't wait, let's go directly to your private hunting ground."

Chen Zhendong laughed and said: "I am also eager to try. We have an ancient poem in China-why don't men take Wu Hou and charge Guanshan Fifty States. Men are born to conquer the world. Now it is no longer the era of cold weapons, but this sentence is not enough. Time."

Brighton's pride and enthusiasm flourished: "Well said, I also borrowed a sentence, the old man talked about youth madness, left and right Huang Qingcang, Qianqi rolled down the hill."

The arms dealer laughed: "You old man, you got a Chinese grandson, and you have become a Chinese expert?"

Brighton replied with a smile: "No! It's the old man, what kind of furniture did you bring to everyone?"

The arms dealer snapped his fingers, and soon someone brought a dozen or so long and short iron boxes. When they opened it, Yang Feng was almost dumbfounded.

It grows to Barrett, heavy machine gun, AK47, MP5, short to revolver, long and short fire, nothing can be seen, only unexpected.

In addition, cold weapons such as bows, crossbows, flying knives and sleeve arrows are also available.

There is also a box of yellow-orange-orange copper-shelled bullets, ranging from pistols to rifles to sniper rifles. The smallest diameter is five millimeters, and Barrett’s reaches ten millimeters. There are also many shotguns.

All in all, even Hong Dandong, who came from a family of mercenaries, couldn't help but take a cold breath. These weapons don't need money to throw together, the visual impact is quite extraordinary.

The vice president widened his eyes and said, "Is this hunting? Enough to fight a war."

The arms dealer smiled and shrugged: "War? It's up to us to be here? Fighting refugees is almost the same."

Brighton clapped his hands and laughed: "There is one thing that needs to be stated in advance. My hunting ground is absolutely original. Therefore, armored vehicles are not allowed to enter. Of course, if you want to enter, you can’t enter. So, the only option is horse riding. Of course, hiking is also possible. When I get here, I have a warm reminder. There are not only wolves but also bears in my hunting ground. Beware of bears."

The old arms dealer waved his arm: "What is it, let's go."

Brighton raised his hand and pointed: "Go to the racecourse."

A dash of cars drove to the racecourse, either an armored car or a modified bulletproof car.

Yang Feng naturally followed Brighton, and Brighton accompanied the vice president. In this modified Rolls-Royce Phantom, in addition to the driver, there was Dracula.