Sister, you miss me

"Your Excellency also knows?" Chen Zhendong shook his head and smiled: "No matter how expensive things are, they are no more than dead objects. I and Xiao Feng hit it off right away, and friendship is priceless."

Brighton said: "This bracelet is invaluable. It is guilty of crimes. Those who know how to do it are bound to be jealous. So, this is not something that everyone can wear. Xiao Feng is still young, and it is not suitable to carry such expensive things to the market."

Chen Zhendong shrugged: "Never mind, next time." After that, he got up and left with the wine bottle, and said in his mouth: "I will toast the Lord, the king can't get on the boat..."

Yang Feng asked Google and was shocked to hear that Qi Nan only exists in the legend. As early as the Song Dynasty, he fought a piece of gold.

With Chen Zhendong's identity, the things he carries with him are naturally not ordinary products, and Yang Feng roughly estimated it, I'm afraid it won't be less than ten million.

Yang Feng was a little puzzled. When meeting that guy for the first time, in general, why did he send such an expensive meeting gift?

The next day, Brighton will ask Dracula to call Yang Feng to the bed and say: "Xiao Feng, I know you are here with me, and my heart has no idea where to fly to. I can get along with you for these few days, Grandpa is satisfied. In this way, let Dracula take you to meet the person you most want to see, and then you can go home."

The person you want to see most?Yang Feng was excited: "Thank you Grandpa."

Yang Feng followed Dracula out of the room, and Dracula said, "You go to make arrangements, and you will go with me alone."

Yang Feng asked casually: "Where to go?"

"Federal highest prison." Dracula thought for a while, then said: "Yang Zhantian is already waiting there."

Yang Feng took a deep breath, still a little nervous.

Clinton Prison is located in New York State and is known as the most tightly guarded prison in the federal state. The prisoners here are either political prisoners, drug lords and mafia leaders.

A milky-white fence with a height of six meters, a power grid is erected on the fence, and a watchtower is set up at a certain distance to guard the lookout.

Dracula introduced the history and scale of Clinton Prison to Yang Feng along the way, and walked into the depths of the prison with ease.

Leading the way is the warden.

The warden has a big belly as if he is pregnant, his head is round like a basketball, his bald head, a beard covering his mouth, a flat nose, and only a pair of small eyes shining brightly.

He looked funny, Yang Feng held back his laugh.

On the breezy basketball court, this extremely strange scene appeared.

The prisoners lined up neatly, and one person led the Tai Chi.

The man wore a white gown, navy blue melaleuca-soled cloth shoes, an inch-head, a lanky face, and a shapely body that was not strong enough.

However, at this moment, Yang Feng could no longer look away.

Some prisoners are burly like ape-man Tarzan, and some are short as grandchildren. They have different skin colors, hairstyles, clothing, and tattoos, but their movements are neat and uniform. No one dares to slack off.

Suddenly, the person's body shook, slowly regaining power, slowly turning around, his indifferent gaze penetrated the steel wire mesh and shot towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng suddenly felt like being seen through, but he did not resist, his eyes were wet with tears.

The man said lightly: "You are here."

Yang Feng nodded slightly: "Yeah."

All eyes, the prisoner's and the prison guard's, all looked over, but the two only saw each other.

In the reception room.

Qin Zhong sighed slightly: "Why are you here?"

Yang Feng became excited: "It seems that you have known my identity a long time ago. It seems that you have known that I am still alive. But why can you be so calm? You gave birth to me. Have you ever been a father after a day?"

"Someone is doing it."

"You..." Yang Feng was speechless.

"It's better to miss each other." Qin Zhong closed his eyes.

"Say, how much is it, I will bail you!" Yang Feng said angrily.

"Hehe, rich and powerful, because you just got an inheritance?" Qin Zhong opened his eyes and asked with a smile.

"No, I will use my own money, I will earn it back every cent."

"Billions, US dollars." Qin Zhong said lightly.

"Huh?" Yang Feng changed color.

"Wait for you to make a billion, come to me again, goodbye." After that, he turned the swivel chair, leaving Yang Feng a back view: "You can go out and let Zhan Tian and Dracula come in."

"Hey..." Yang Feng clenched his fists and muttered to himself: "It seems like I owe you, who has given birth to whom? Don't worry about such an old man."

Having said that, Yang Feng secretly vowed to earn one billion for him to see.

...

Standing in front of Qin Zhong, Yang Zhantian looked excited: "Sir, what happened back then was that Zhantian was sorry for you."

"Zhantian, I remember what you did for me, but it's really not worth it. You sacrificed too much."

"In any case, I am a betrayal, sir, Xiaofeng has grown up. I have completed my historical mission. I can go to see my wife and children without worry."

"Zhan Tian, ​​if you do this, Xiao Feng will definitely hate me forever!"

"Mr. No, I have arranged everything."

Qin Zhong frowned: "Zhan Tian..."

...

Dracula walked into the reception room, Qin Zhong frowned, and said, "From now on, Xiao Feng will need you to take care of him."

"This is my duty." Dracula nodded, "But why did you refuse to leave, and why did you give Xiaofeng a billion in bail?"

"I said that a man who can't even protect his wife and children can't be called a man. Twenty years ago, I was dead." Qin Zhong sighed slightly, "As for the bail, it's just for him. With a little motivation, you can help him, but you cannot give him money."

"Why do you bother! This is the first time your father and son have met in 20 years. I didn't expect it to be unhappy? Since you care about him so much, why don't you tell him?"

Qin Zhong shook his head: "I never thought about leaving here. I don't want to walk into his life and affect his life, so it's best not to see you again."

"This is your wishful thinking. As long as you are alive, he will not forget you. What's more, Zhan Tian taught him your stunts." Dracula paused and continued: "Also, you are very Selfish, you have so many enemies, now you know Xiaofeng’s identity, those people can’t deal with you who are hiding in jail, they can only pay the debts of your father and make Xiaofeng’s troubles, don’t you worry?"

"Only through wind and rain can we grow. These factors are necessary."

"you……"

"Okay, let's stop here." Qin Zhong got up, carrying a long gown, and turned and walked into the inner prison.

...

In the car going back, Yang Feng was angry and his face was green.He never dreamed that the first meeting with his biological father would be like this.

Dracula who was driving turned his head and asked, "Xiao Feng, what kind of person do you think your father is?"

"The stone in the pit."

"how to say?"

"Smelly and hard."

Puff--Dracula sprayed a sip of coffee on the front windshield, he couldn't help coughing, and he said after a long while: "Oh my God, it choked me to death."

Yang Feng angrily said, "He was right, it is better to meet each other than not."

Dracula glanced at Yang Feng and shook his head: "Your father is an amazing person. There is no doubt about that. Look at the prisoners. Before he goes to prison, which one is not a hero? Not a drug lord or a mafia leader, these people Which is not extremely vicious, kills people without blinking, but in front of your father, one by one is as good as a grandson. Even the warden mentions your father with awe."

Yang Feng curled his lips: "So what? A great person is not necessarily a qualified father."

Dracula rolled his eyes: "This is also right."

There was a moment of silence in the carriage, and Dracula asked, "Xiao Feng, when are you going to return to China?"

Yang Feng glanced at the calendar on the watch, thought about it, and said, "Go back and discuss it with Grandpa." Suddenly, he said "Uh", "By the way, I'm all confused, my other dad. What?"

"You said Zhantian?"

Yang Feng nodded.

Dracula said: "I don't know, maybe I went back by myself."

Yang Feng called Yang Zhantian's cell phone and answered that he was not in the service area, and he couldn't help frowning.

...

In the prison library, Qin Zhong was standing jade with his hands on his back and holding a volume of the Tao Te Ching in his hand.

The warden walked in and said, "Man, you are so ruthless, so treat your own son like that."

Qin Zhong said indifferently: "This is just a small test. If it doesn't work out, I don't deserve to be my son."

"Hehe, yes, you are a monster like existence." "However, if he makes money, will you go with him?"

Qin Zhong shook his head and said in a daze: "My heart is dead long ago, and this is where I belong."

The warden pointed to his back: "You...oh, you..."

...

Chinese Embassy in Ethiopia.

Hua Ziyan wore a graceful and luxurious evening dress, which made Ambassador Kang embarrassed and unable to look directly.

Ambassador Kang said: "Zi Yan, the body of Uncle An has been buried, and it will be sent back to China by transport plane tomorrow. Your itinerary..."

"Book me tomorrow's plane."

"Okay." Ambassador Kang leaned slightly.

"Ambassador Kang."

"Well, what else is there to order."

Hua Ziyan raised her lips slightly: "You don't need to be so polite, I want to ask, did the person named Yang Feng find anything?"

Ambassador Kang shook his head: "I can't find any information about Ai Guo."

"Oh?" Hua Ziyan and Demi lightly said, then faintly: "Go ahead."

After Ambassador Kang left, Hua Ziyan touched her calf. The gunshot wound was already scabs, and it was bound to leave a scar.

At this time, Yang Feng’s scornful and pretentious words echoed in his ears: You are so perfect, it’s not good to leave scars. If you meet and meet on strangers, you shouldn’t force it, but if you don’t want to leave scars, remember to go back to your country to find them. I.

Hua Ziyan smiled "poof", remembering Yang Feng's domineering, she couldn't help licking her lips, her pretty face was slightly hot, her blurred eyes cast out the window of Hua Dengchu, but lost focus.

"What kind of person are you? It seems that I really want to go back to China to find you!" Hua Ziyan murmured softly, holding her snow gills.

...

Brighton Manor.

Brighton, Dracula, Yang Feng, and Chen Long had dinner.

Brighton looked around Chen Long and asked, "Where is the other kid?"

Chen Long shrugged: "Who knows where the fool went."

Brighton couldn't help laughing: "It's nice to be young, but I hope I don't mess up my maid's belly."

Several people laughed.