Sister, you miss me

In the eyes of outsiders, at Brighton’s funeral today, there are really interesting things followed by one, but at this time, the sky over Brighton Manor is full of haze.

As soon as Brighton passed away, the Security Bureau found out the old accounts and seized Jack. Jack's mother couldn't accept it. Three hours passed, still unconscious.

Dracula smelled a weird smell and made a round of phone calls. The distinguished acquaintances were ignorant, and the vice president did not even answer the phone.

Dracula looked at Yang Feng and spread his hands helplessly: "Xiao Feng, I can't find any news. The president hates the terrorists. He would rather kill a thousand by mistake than miss one. Jack is afraid this time he is in danger."

Yang Feng frowned slightly: "I'm just surprised. The people from the Security Bureau didn't act early and didn't act late. They arrested people at Grandpa's funeral. Why is this?"

Dracula stared into Yang Feng's eyes and said, "You mean, the government wants to target the Brighton family?"

Yang Feng smiled bitterly: "The Brighton family? Is there anyone in the family?"

"Yes, natural disasters and man-made disasters, people withered, the glory of the Brighton family will soon be buried in the dust of history."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Let's go, Dracula, let's go to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Dracula said in surprise.

"Jack's mother is still in a coma, let's go see her."

"But... don't you blame Madam?" Dracula called out strangely.

"She is so old, and grandpa's sister, how can I be familiar with her."

"Okay, I'll drive." Dracula said excitedly.

...

An Apache gunship is parked on the top of a skyscraper, which is full of postmodernism. On the opposite side, there is a white low-rise building with a regular pentagonal shape.

Jack wore a black hood, was dragged off the plane, pushed all the way, staggered forward, but did not dare to make any protest.

When he was allowed to take off his headgear, Jack discovered that he was in a special room.

There is no window, an irregular polygonal metal table, and the wall is uneven, reflecting the silver-gray metallic luster under the dazzling incandescent lamp.

There is also a strangely shaped metal chair.

The secret door opened like a sliding door, and the agent chief walked in, followed by two big black men.

In the confined and irregular space, the three of them stared at Jack with expressionless faces. Jack, who was already on the verge of collapse, was pale and trembling. He knocked his lips and said, "You...what do you want?"

"It's rubbish." The leader shook his head. "Guys, let him feel our new stuff."

Without saying anything, the two big black men mentioned Jack and threw them into that unique chair.

Jack had just sat down, his wrists, waist, and ankles were all blocked by the mechanism at the same time.

"Let go of me, what are you doing, I protest—"

"Three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand, ten thousand." The leader said four numbers in one breath, but Jack didn't know what it meant.

At this moment, a big black man lights up the screen on the desktop and enters a string of numbers. When he presses Enter, an electric current flows into Jack's body.

Jack couldn't help but shivered.

However, this degree of overcharge can be tolerated, Jack thought to himself: It turns out that an electric chair at this time is what it feels like to be overcharged.

Jack was still thinking about it, and the black man entered a string of numbers again, and then quickly pressed Enter.

Jack convulsed involuntarily, and he could feel his hair stand up.

"Don't—" Before Jack's words fell, the third current passed through his body.Followed by the fourth strand.

Next, the world was quiet, and consciousness seemed to leave the body at any time, but Jack knew very clearly that he had peeed and pulled.

"How do you feel? I can't die, so I signed this."

Jack had had enough, but he wanted to die quickly, he signed and pressed his fingerprints, and as the secret door closed, he fell into a coma.

...

At Trenton Municipal Hospital, Yang Feng and Dracula found Jack’s mother’s ward. The old lady was arguing to see her son and protest.

Seeing Yang Feng at a glance, the old lady grabbed him tightly, as if someone falling into the water grabbed the last straw to save lives.

"Xiao Feng, I was wrong, please, please, for your grandfather's sake, save Jack, now only you can save him!"

Yang Feng took the old lady's hand and sighed: "Old lady, don't get excited. After all, we are a family. I will never stand by and see death."

"Thank you, thank you, I'm a foolish old woman, don't be like me."

Yang Feng changed the conversation: "However, until now, we haven't heard anything about Jack. We don't even know where they took Jack."

"Ah..." The glimmer of hope the old lady had just given was extinguished again.

"Since you are awake, take care of it. We will find someone to inquire about it. Don't worry too much."

Jack's mother cried silently, and didn't even know when Yang Feng and Dracula left.

...

That night, the National Television of Aiguo issued an announcement: Brighton blatantly supports terrorism, the evidence is solid, and all assets under its name are frozen.

When Dracula saw this announcement, he was shocked and immediately dialed the VIP line of the National Bank and was told that the account was frozen.

As soon as Dracula fell to sit on the ground, his face was crying: "Xiao Feng, it seems that Jack has recruited, your inheritance..."

Just as he was talking, an old man with a big beard came in aggressively, as if he was in no one, cursing: "A bunch of shameless and greedy politicians. All shit!"

Dracula immediately got up: "Mr. Stott, you are here." Then, he introduced to Yang Feng: "Xiao Feng, this is Mr. Regus Stott, he is your grandfather's personal lawyer. ."

The two shook hands to meet, and Stott looked at Yang Feng with pity.

Yang Feng frowned slightly: "Why look at me like this?"

Stott shook his head: "Your Excellency Yang Feng, you may not know what you have lost?"

"40 billion inheritance." Yang Feng said, his expression unchanged.

"Since you know, how can you still be so calm?"

"If I didn't see Grandpa, I wouldn't have this inheritance. I was able to live well before, but I will still be able to do the same in the future.

Stowe nodded and shook his head again: "Young sir, things are not as simple as you think."

"Well, what else?"

"You forgot the huge personal insurance that your grandfather bought you, and the murdered revenge fund that you set up?"

"Of course I didn't forget, what's the matter?"

"These are all paid in installments. Now that the account is frozen, these two items will automatically become invalid because there is no money to pay in installments."

"That's nothing?"

"You are wrong! If you don’t recognize Mr. Brighton and your identity is not revealed, that’s all. Now that you recognize each other, Mr. Brighton never does silly things, let alone spends a lot of time. Divide the money, then, he bought you a huge amount of insurance and set up a revenge fund, which has his intentions. Now that these things are gone, you have to think carefully about what you might face."

Yang Feng nodded: "Mr. Stott, thank you for your reminder, I will consider it seriously."

Stott shook his head and sighed: "Brighton is my employer and my mentor and friend. He is a gentleman. He was treated unfairly just after he left. I..."

"Mr. Stott," Yang Feng asked, looking at the old man with a big beard and belly, looking at the suit and leather shoes, "As soon as you walked in, what did you say,'Shameless and greedy politicians are all shit?' where?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Stott said, "There is nothing wrong with adding crimes. As long as you get evidence that Brighton is involved in terrorism, there are good reasons to freeze his assets. Then, politicians , Maybe there are some businessmen, everyone gradually carves up this asset."

"This is not a typical collusion between officials and businessmen, but for the coveting of grandpa's inheritance."

Stowe characteristically nodded: "Yes, if it weren't for Jack, they would also find other suitable excuses. With such a large inheritance, you will never be able to easily inherit such a large inheritance."

Yang Feng sighed: "Therefore, there are two sentences in our country. The first sentence is to learn and to be good, and to be good, and the second is to be business and good to be good."

Yang Feng paused, and explained: "The so-called learning and excellence means that the best way to learn is to pursue official careers, that is, to enter politics. This is related to the national conditions of our country. With thousands of years of history, the official standard of thinking is deeply rooted and absolutely Most people think that once you become an official, you will be able to honor your ancestors."

"So, what is the explanation for Shang and You Ze Shi?" Stott asked.

Yang Feng said: "Business and you are good. This is even more obvious. When your business empire grows to a certain extent, in order to protect the hard-won fruits of victory, you must enter the official career by yourself and at least find a strong backing."

"What if not?" Stott asked rhetorically.

"If not?" Yang Feng sneered, "Then just like Grandpa, the bones are not cold and the family property is confiscated."

"Actually, His Excellency Brighton has a very wide social network, and there are many high-ranking officials and dignitaries among his best friends, but it turned out to be like this, alas—" Stott sighed.

"No one can contend with the state apparatus, but the high position is stolen by those who are shamelessly greedy and depraved."

"Your Excellency, things have developed like this, I am ashamed of Your Excellency Brighton, and ashamed of you, what else can Stott do for you?"

Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Mr. Stott, I am afraid that Jack is already in jail now. I don't know if you are with you, can you rescue him through legal means?

Stott shook his head: "Young Excellency, I'm so sorry. I really can't help this. Mr. Jack is suspected of colluding with terrorists. The evidence is conclusive. He can only be released on bail with a lot of money or strive for major meritorious service."

After sending Stott away, Yang Feng went to Brighton's study alone.

Yang Feng is no stranger to the study. However, there is a small paper box on the desk at this time. I can't restrain my curiosity. After opening the paper box, a red hard-skinned notebook comes into view.