Sister, you miss me

"Dong Yongcheng, two women are taking care of you, be happy." Yang Feng walked into the bedroom and smiled at Dong Yongcheng.

"It will soon become three." Dong Yongcheng said.

"You are quite humorous." Yang Feng shook his head and turned on the electric heater. "This body is the capital of the revolution. You can't save what you need to invest."

Dong Yongcheng smiled without saying a word.

"Look at your hands. They are swollen like carrots. Can they not affect your thinking or the speed of your code?"

"A little bit." Dong Yongcheng smiled.

"Here you are, this is the manuscript fee for this week. Originally it was 15,000 yuan. It cost 1,000 yuan to buy an electric heater. Here is 14 thousand. Just a little bit."

Dong Yongcheng did not answer. He said, "Isn't there still money for Xiaolin's clothes? I can't let you pay for it!"

"Hush--" Yang Feng interrupted Dong Yongcheng, "If you don't tell me about this, they don't know."

"Why are you doing this?" Dong Yongcheng looked at Yang Feng and asked.

Yang Feng nodded and asked instead: "Dong Yongcheng, do you know why I did this?"

"I know." Dong Yongcheng smiled, ambiguous and trivial.

"Fuck, you don't think I really have a leg with Sister Hu!"

Dong Yongcheng's eyes widened, his expression clearly said: Isn't it?

"Of course not!" Yang Feng shook his head excitedly.

"Oh! Is it possible that your goal is Xiaolin?" Dong Yongcheng nodded, "Xiaolin has been admiring you for a long time. This is not difficult at all. Fortunately, he is not my own, so please rest assured, I will never Will oppose you."

"I oppose your size!" Yang Feng raised his hand in anger.

"The meal is ready, come out to eat." Hu Xiaolin appeared at the door, her face flushed.

When Yang Feng and Dong Yongcheng came out, the food was already on the table.

The two sat down next to each other.

Yang Feng glanced at it. There were sweet and sour pork ribs, Kung Pao chicken, hot pork liver, stir-fried kidney with leeks, pickled fish, and spicy chicken. The two vegetarian dishes were stir-fried broccoli and potatoes with roasted beans.

In addition, there is a bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou hardcover and a large bottle of orange fruit on the table.

There is wine and meat, quite rich.

"Is this Chinese New Year?" Dong Yongcheng asked with a smile.

"The New Year has never been so rich, this is to greet Big Brother Yang." Hu Xiaolin said.

"It's too polite, Xiao Lin, call sister Hu to come over, don't be busy, there is nothing left."

"Xiao Yang, you guys eat and talk first, I also have a turtle soup here, which will be out of the pot immediately." Hu Cuihua's voice came from the kitchen.

"Old Dong, look how blessed you are to find such a wife who can cook."

Dong Yongcheng chuckled, picked up "Niu Er" and opened his mouth, apologizing: "Brother Feng, in order to keep a clear head, I can't accompany you, you are free."

Hu Xiaolin snatched the bottle: "Brother Yang can't drink either, he is still driving!"

"Uh..." Dong Yongcheng was stunned. By coincidence, Hu Cuihua came with a casserole.

"What's the matter?" Hu Cuihua put down the casserole and asked.

Dong Yongcheng told the truth: "Your daughter does not allow Brother Feng to drink, for fear of him driving under the influence."

Hu Cuihua looked at her daughter, but she could only see her snowy white neck.

Dong Yongcheng shook his head: "Brother Feng, I think your three generations are a bit messy?"

"What?" Yang Feng was chewing on a bunch of kidney flowers, which still had a peculiar smell of sewage, which was very positive.

Dong Yongcheng smiled and said, "Look, you call Sister Cuihua Hu, Xiaolin calls you Big Brother Yang, but you call Mama Cuihua, you say this..."

"Dong Yongcheng." Hu Xiaolin glared at Old Dong and said: "I just call what I like. Does it have anything to do with you? Don't you let me call Big Brother Yang an uncle!"

"Hey, that's what I said." Dong Yongcheng buried his head in his rice bowl.

Hu Cuihua shook his head and smiled: "It's been a long time since our family laughed. Thanks to Xiao Yang, he is the noble man in our family. He has helped our family a lot, but we have no repayment, Xiao Yang, thank you."

With that, Hu Cuihua cut off Wang Ba's head and placed it on Yang Feng's rice.

"I specially picked the biggest bastard in the whole vegetable market, this head is big enough!" Hu Cuihua said contentedly.

"Big." Yang Feng's expression was unnatural.

Dong Yongcheng suffocated a smile, Hu Xiaolin's blushing face also suppressed her smile.

Yang Feng's chopsticks were hanging in the air, neither eating nor not eating.

A phone call freed Yang Feng from the dilemma.

Yang Feng looked at it. It was a mobile number from Hong Kong. He got up and connected and asked, "Where?"

"Are you Yang Feng?" a hoarse voice asked.

"I didn't say, what's the matter?" Yang Feng's tone turned cold, feeling that the visitor was unkind.

"Xiao Feng." A familiar voice suddenly sounded on the phone.

"Dracula." Yang Feng said excitedly: "Why did you go to Hong Kong? What kind of plane are you on? I have been on the phone for half a month, but you won't answer it once?"

"Sorry."

"What's the matter? Why do you say that?"

"Rory, wow!" The previous voice sounded again, "Yang Feng, right? Dracula is in my hand."

"what!"

"Can't understand human words? I tied Dracula!"

"Who are you?" Yang Feng said loudly.

"Zhang Ziqiang."

"what would you like?"

"Yang Feng, listen to me. We all know that Fengxue Group is rich. Dracula is your money machine. Therefore, we'invite' him over, please make it clear. We are just asking for money, but if you are Dare to call the police, hum..."

Soon, Dracula let out a cry from the phone.

"Stop it!" Yang Feng said angrily: "Just tell me the number!"

"Billions, U.S. dollars!"

"what?"

"Why, too much? Could it be that Dracula is not worth the price?"

Yang Feng was silent. The Fengxue Group's book funds, movable and real estate together, up to one billion U.S. dollars. The kidnappers proposed this number, and that was the rhythm to beat him back to his original shape.

"Xiaofeng, don't agree to them. I know what the Fengxue Group is doing. If you give it to them, you will have nothing, and...ah--" Dracula shouted halfway through and was interrupted.

"Stop!" Yang Feng shouted, "Zhang Ziqiang, you can ask for money, let Dracula talk to me."

"Xiaofeng, don't promise them, don't..."

"Dracula, why are you going to Hong Kong?"

"Summer asked me over, but I didn't expect..."

"The beauty is a disaster!"

"Summer is also a victim. We are locked up together."

"At this time you are still helping others to speak."

"I'm seeking truth from facts."

"Did they beat you."

"No, just hit it."

"Dracula, you told me to leave you alone?"

"Billion dollars is too much. Now the global market is sluggish and business opportunities are limited. I can't guarantee that I will earn you the next billion. Let's put it this way, I may not be worth a billion."

"Dracula, listen to me. I was a poor boy. One day, you came to tell me that I have a very rich grandfather. Then I took a plane for the first time in my life. It was the most luxurious business jet. Then, Grandpa told me that I would inherit a $40 billion inheritance. Later, you came to me and helped me earn $1 billion in a short time..."

While talking, Yang Feng burst into tears.

"Xiao Feng..."

"Dracula, when I was in the bakery, my ideal was to become a bakery, with a reasonable income, able to pay for my father’s medical expenses, and for my sister to graduate from university, then marry a wife and have children. Spend an ordinary life together."

"Do you know? It was your arrival that changed everything about me. I really have no idea about money. My inheritance is frozen. Did you see me running around or crying? No, because you gave me a billion, I Don't know how to spend it?"

"Xiaofeng, what do you mean..."

"You made a billion for me, and the relationship between us cannot be measured by money. If you have no money, you can make more money. If you don't have people, you will be gone. So, rest assured, I will do my best to save you! "

"Xiao Feng, I..."

"Let Zhang Ziqiang listen to the phone."

"What's the matter!" The hoarse voice that claimed to be Zhang Ziqiang sounded again.

"I promise you, but I have to give me time."

"How many days do you want?"

"Five days."

"Up to three days."

"Deal!" Yang Feng said loudly, "However, I don't want Dracula to suffer any harm, otherwise, you won't have the life to spend the money if you get it."

"What a big tone!"

"Oh, when I think about it, I said that Zhang Ziqiang's name is very familiar. It turned out to be a strong man who crawled out of the grave.

"what did you say!"

"I said Zhang Ziqiang died long ago?"

"That's my senior, my idol, what's the matter!"

"Well, if you treacherous and dare to tear up your ticket, I don't mind sending you to see your idol and predecessors."

"I'm waiting!" Zhang Ziqiang pressed a harsh word and hung up the phone.

Yang Feng put down the phone, wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, and found Hu Xiaolin standing behind her face with concern.

"Brother Yang, you..."

"Xiao Lin," Yang Feng interrupted her, without a trace of expression on her face: "Talk to Sister Hu and Old Dong, I'm a little bit urgent, and I'm leaving now."

After all, get in the car and leave.

...

Hong Kong.

Stanley Barracks.

Dracula's eyes were flushed, his face was frowning, and he said to a long back: "Sir, did you do this too much?"

"No, all I have to do is to make him start from scratch."

Dracula glanced at Huo Yunting, who shrugged helplessly.

"Yun Ting, I think that kid who is in a hurry to go to Hong Kong may use the relationship with Chief Zhou."

"Leader Zhou, he is already the commander, the rank of major general."

"In my heart, he is always the leader."

"Yes, the past is vivid, but my brother..."

"Even princes and generals can only turn into dust in the end. History is always embarrassing."

"Boss, what do you want me to do?"

"The two don't help each other."

"I think Xiaofeng is a progressive kid. It's not easy to get to this point..."

"Yun Ting, don't say anything, the arrow is on the string and I have to send it."

...

On the car back, Yang Feng began to analyze the incident of Dracula being tied up. He was summoned to Hong Kong by a woman, and then he entered the trap.

However, Yang Feng has found at least two suspicious points so far.

First, the phone is always on for half a month. If it is not charged, it should have shut down automatically.

Second, the kidnappers talked casually, without defense, and seemed to be confident.

The doubt turned to doubt, but Yang Feng didn't dare to make a joke about Dracula's safety. He hurried back to the dormitory and checked the funds on the book with his notebook. There was a gap of 100 million US dollars.

Time was running out, and Yang Feng had to ask Feng Yuxin for help.