Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng couldn't help but the old face blushed. It turned out that grandpa seemed indifferent, but he couldn't hide anything from him. Hong Dandong was so bad, but after all, he came with him.

Brighton ate some vegetables, drank a cup of Chivas, and said: "Xiao Feng, I will go back to the room first, and you will come over and talk to me later."

"Grandpa, I'm ready to eat. Why don't we go for a walk together."

"Alright." Brighton nodded.

The old and the young walked in the maze-like holly forest of the manor, the waning moon was like a hook, and the world was quiet.

Brighton's voice sounded faintly: "I heard Dracula say that I was suffocated when I saw someone today."

Yang Feng pouted and did not speak.

Brighton shook his head and smiled: "If you want to bail him, grandpa can..."

"No, I want to earn it myself, I think he just looks down on me." Yang Feng said angrily.

Brighton smiled and said, "Hehe, ambitious is good, but this billion dollars will not be earned by countless people in their lifetime."

Yang Feng gritted his teeth: "This is challenging."

Brighton stopped, smiled slightly, raised his hand and stroked Yang Feng's short hair, and took a deep breath: "Xiao Feng, although grandpa is reluctant, you are still young and have a lot to do. Grandpa can't keep you selfishly. By your side, when do you plan to leave, Grandpa asks Schneider to prepare."

Yang Feng shook his head: "You don't need to be so inspiring this time. If you don't take a business jet, it will be tomorrow."

Brighton glanced at Yang Feng and nodded slightly. It is said that at his age, it was the years when young and frivolous like to exaggerate. Xiao Feng now knows that it is rare to be low-key and restrained.

"Alright, I asked Dracula to book you first class."

Yang Feng wanted to say that he didn't need to spend so much, but he couldn't bear to touch his grandfather's heart, so he gave up.

"Brother Feng." Yang Feng turned his head and Chen Long hurried away, pulling him aside, looking at Brighton involuntarily.

Brighton smiled: "I'll go first, you young people talk."

Seeing Brighton leaving, Chen Longcai said solemnly: "Dadong was tied up in the nightclub."

Yang Feng's expression changed: "How could this be?"

Chen Long said with a bitter face: "This is how it is. Dadong said that he was about to leave. He didn't even feel the local nightclub or the enthusiasm of the MMs. He left like this. It would be regrettable."

"His grandma has a lot of false things."

"Isn't it!" Chen Long agreed, "The kid insisted on pulling me up, and I couldn't make it out of life, so he looked for his concubine, the maid, and the two hit it off."

"It's okay."

"I don't think there can be anything. Dadong not only has enough money, but also has good skills, but he was actually tied up."

Yang Feng frowned: "Who is calling?"

Chen Long said, "Apart from that maid, who else is there."

"Do you know who did it?"

Chen Long shook his head and said: "The other party just asked us to bring money to the Moulin Rouge to redeem people. He said that if he didn't see the money at nine o'clock, he would unload Dadong's leg first."

Yang Feng raised his wrist and took a look: "Nine o'clock? It's already past eight o'clock, and time is too late! It's better to take off his mid-leg to avoid future troubles for this thing that does not succeed."

Chen Long smiled reluctantly: "This kid is okay to find trouble. He is really hateful. But Brother Feng, after all, he is my boss, Uncle Hong's only son, and he also came with me to take care of your safety. Three long and two short, we also..."

Yang Feng waved his hand: "You don't need to explain, I just complained. I just focused on Uncle Hong's relationship, and I can't ignore him. But, where can I get so much money in such a short time?"

Chen Long said, "Brother Feng, we must not rely on the two of us. You have to ask your grandfather for help."

"How Dadong said he was also a guest of Brighton Manor. The maid should have made it clear. Then, who has the courage to do such a thing?"

Chen Long shook his head: "Don't ask me."

Yang Feng called Dracula out and told him about the matter. Dracula nodded and made a few calls on the spot, with a serious expression on his face: "The matter is clear. The maid took Jack's money. , Lured Dadong to the Moulin Rouge, where he was still bewitching him to argue with others for women, and that woman is simply a disaster, and she is the boss of Dongqiang, the largest gangster in the state."

"Jack?"

Dracula nodded: "It's Jack. It seems that his drunkard is not interested in drinking. He is targeting you. Although your grandfather is famous, there are always some clowns. Not all ants are afraid of elephants. Then a few restless ants, like this Zhang Dongqiang."

Chen Long frowned and said: "I've heard of this Zhang Dongqiang in Hong Kong. When people talk about him, they all give him a thumbs up."

Dracula smiled: "Zhang Dongqiang is nicknamed five consecutive haircuts. He is considered a legend. With a saw-short five consecutive haircuts, he made a name in New Jersey, the first Chinese gang in the state and the Dongqiang gang. Well deserved."

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and said, "So, this Zhang Dongqiang is not afraid of Grandpa."

"It's not about being afraid or not, I've been in peace, and the water in the well doesn't offend the river." Dracula paused, and smiled faintly: "If he dares to provoke your grandfather, your grandfather will kill him more than squeeze a bug. simple."

Yang Feng pondered for a moment and said: "So, don't disturb Grandpa about these small things. Besides, Zhang Dongqiang is also the pride of our compatriots. Since it is for me, I will meet him."

Dracula snapped his fingers: "Alright, I am preparing a check for five million, let's go together."

Chen Long was a little worried and said, "Would you like to bring a gun."

Dracula shook his head and said: "Dongqiang has thousands of people, how many can we fight? As long as Zhang Dongqiang knows the identity of Feng Ge, he will not dare to measure it."

Yang Feng nodded: "Let's act by chance!"

In the deep night, a Chevrolet drove off-road to the bustling streets of Trenton, where neon lights flashed, nightclubs lined up, and the Moulin Rouge was particularly eye-catching.

On the wall of the three-story building of the Moulin Rouge, there is a huge picture of a plump blond woman in a red cheongsam, still holding a pipa and half covering her face.

The three of them parked their car and walked to the entrance of the Moulin Rouge.

From a distance, I saw a red lacquered gate with copper nails, two stone lions at the door, two red lanterns hung on the door, and the two welcoming guests were tower-like black men.

This nightclub has oriental characteristics. It should be regarded as a fierce collision of Chinese and foreign cultural elements, but it has brought an unexpected look.

Dracula gave a tip of one hundred dollars, and the three of them were able to walk through the door.

Like all nightclubs, it is full of hustle and bustle, full of strong hormones, full of tobacco and alcohol, body odor, and copper odor.

The three of them chose a round table to sit down, and the charming male waitresses came over and whispered and asked what they needed?

Dracula promptly gave another one-hundred dollar tip, and immediately attracted a few hot eyes of the opposite sex. He took the time to say: "Here is a dozen drinks, and let Zhang Dongqiang come over."

The waiter smiled openly, took the tip, went to the bar, and whispered with the bartender. The bartender took out his cell phone to make a call, and the waiter returned with the wine, with three Yan Shou beside him. Ring fat girl.

"This is your wine, please enjoy it."

The waiter swiftly opened a dozen of wines and turned and left.

The three girls sat down with great grin, blowing on their beer as they picked it up.

The three people's faces are colorful, and the lights are dim, and you can see that they look like Zhou Zheng, and their facial features are fairly correct.

Yang Feng and Chen Long looked at each other and both looked at Dracula. Dracula shrugged without comment.

All three drank half a bottle of wine, and one of the fat girls said, "Three handsome guys, don't mind asking us to drink at the bar!"

Dracula couldn't laugh or cry: "It's too late to mind."

The fat girl smiled triumphantly and touched Dracula with the bottle: "Shredded."

The slenderer took the initiative and sat directly on Chen Long's lap. Chen Long was sitting in a precarious manner, his face flushed, and his hands were not on the floor.

The slender girl stroked Chen Long's pectoral muscles, couldn't put it down, admiring her: "Oh my God, you are so strong, I want to go with you tonight."

The remaining one looked small and exquisite, and wanted to learn something, and plunged into Yang Feng’s arms. Yang Feng smiled coldly: “Beautiful women are in arms. We are all normal men. Naturally, we will not refuse, but you don’t want to do it again. Said it was Zhang Dongqiang's woman."

The expressions of the three women changed.

"Haha..." A guy with a long face, sunglasses and shawl hair, clapped his hands and walked over and looked at Yang Feng and said in Mandarin: "Are you Yang Feng?"

"you are……"

"My name is Dafei, and I work under Brother Qiang. Did you bring the money?"

"Where is my brother?"

"If you have money, you have a brother. If you don't have money, you will wait for him to collect his body.

"I want to see my brother first." Yang Feng said.

"And Jack." Dracula added.

Dafei held up his sunglasses and stared at Dracula: "This is..."

Dracula shook his head: "I'm doing things under Feng Ge."

Da Fei laughed loudly: "It's not easy. I figured out the truth in such a short period of time. However, Hong Dandong's behavior is indeed disorderly, and he must pay the price."

Yang Feng got up and waved his hand, and said, "Where there is so much nonsense, we brought the money, pay the money with one hand, and the other."

"Refreshing." Dafei snapped his fingers: "You follow me."

The three followed Dafei into a gorgeous box, and the box door closed.

Yang Feng saw that there were more than a dozen black suits on each side, their backs straight, and their hands folded in the crotch. They all looked mischievous.

At the end of the two rows, there is a large leather sofa. On the sofa is a man with waxed sunglasses leaning on his neck. There is a gold chain with the thickness of his thumb and a jade ring on his finger. In his arms is a hot swimsuit babe.

He looks so casual and careless.

Behind this servant stood a tall lacquered Wu Sheng. On the bar next to Wu Sheng, there was a five-burst of sawn barrels enshrined, shiny and golden, probably painted with gold paint.

Yang Feng, Brighton, and Chen Long walked forward slowly. After about ten steps from the sofa, the man reached out and said, "STOP!"

The three stood still, and Yang Feng said, "Are you Zhang Dongqiang?"

Zhang Dongqiang wrinkled his brows and stretched out his hand to pat the babe's plump butt cock. The babe walked away embarrassedly. Then he took off his sunglasses, got up and creaked his neck, tilted his head and stared at Yang Feng, gritted his teeth and said: "You also call these three words Zhang Dongqiang?"