Rebirth of the Rising Sun

The car just arrived at the intersection of the outer alley of the Zhao family courtyard. In fact, this is the farthest distance the taxi can travel. Then we saw my uncle Zhao Wangang and seven or eight strong men looking around here. When they saw a taxi stopped, their eyes all looked here at the same time.

Feng Sizhe was touched, he knew that because his mobile phone was broken by Miao Zihan, it must be because Duan Yunpeng who had escaped could not contact him, so he called the Zhao family and told them that Feng Sizhe might be in danger. If his grandfather knew about this, he would definitely be very anxious, so it was natural for his uncle to appear here.

Fortunately, my uncle came, otherwise Feng Sizhe would not even have the money for the bus fare. His shirt was draped over Miao Zihan and taken away, and his wallet was there.

"Uncle, I'm here. Do you have any change? Please help me pay the fare." After getting off the car, Feng Sizhe looked at Zhao Wangang at the entrance of the alley with a smile on his face.

Zhao Wangang was just wondering why a taxi came here so late at night. Generally, people who can live here have access to public transportation. He realized it when he heard Feng Sizhe's voice, and his heart also settled down. "Is it Xiaozhe? You really make me worried."

Zhao Wangang brought people to help pay the fare, and the taxi driver drove away after refueling. The two passengers picked up that night were definitely not ordinary people. One went to Zhongnanhai and the other went to Baoshan Hutong. This was a very horrifying thing for an ordinary taxi driver.

As Feng Sizhe guessed, Duan Yunpeng couldn't contact Feng Sizhe, so he called the Zhao family in a hurry. It happened that the call was answered by his aunt Zhao Lizhu. When she heard that Feng Sizhe had a fight with someone in Chang'an Club and attracted many security guards to chase him, and there was no further news, she ran to the main house in a panic and told Zhao Mingyuan.

Zhao Mingyuan was sitting in the room watching TV. He was in a good mood recently. His position was promoted, and everything his grandson Feng Sizhe did satisfied him. He was just about to say that the Zhao family had really changed their luck. He believed that as long as the plan was good, the Zhao family should have a chance to rise in the future.

At this moment, Zhao Lizhu ran in and said that Feng Sizhe might be in danger. Zhao Mingyuan stood up from his chair immediately. He thought about it as quickly as possible and took out his phone to call his youngest son Zhao Wangang, asking him to bring some men to the courtyard immediately. After hanging up the phone, he dialed another number without stopping and asked who was on duty at the Kyoto Military Region Command tonight. He knew the situation well so that he could mobilize the army as soon as possible when the situation was critical. Then he put down the phone and kept stomping his feet in the room, walking back and forth.

Feng Sizhe is the hope for the Zhao family's future. If something really happens to him, Zhao Mingyuan will not give up even if it means sacrificing his future. He will also let others know that the Zhao family is not a paper tiger that can be easily manipulated.

Fortunately, Feng Sizhe returned safely. Just now, Feng Wangang had already made up his mind that if there was no useful information within ten minutes, he would lead his men to attack Chang'an Club. No matter what relationship the club had with the Lu family or the Wen family, he would release the people first. Otherwise, he would not mind tearing down the Chang'an Club even at the risk of punishment or even ruining his future.

Feng Sizhe finally came back, and it was safe. Zhao Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his grandson, who had even lost his coat, walk into the courtyard with a smile on his face.

"Zhe'er, are you okay? Look, your clothes are lost. I hope you didn't suffer any harm." As a woman, He Jiayu was the most impatient. She was the first to run over with the support of Zhao Lizhu. She grabbed Feng Sizhe's hands with both hands, looked him up and down carefully, and made sure that he was not injured. Only then did she feel relieved.

"It's okay, Zhe'er. If you feel wronged, just tell grandpa and he will stand up for you." Zhao Mingyuan protected Feng Sizhe with extremely caring words.

"Biased." Zhao Lizhu and Zhao Wangang, who were standing by, exchanged glances and both thought of this word in their minds. If it was someone else in the Zhao family who caused trouble, Zhao Mingyuan would take care of it, but he would also have to reprimand them in person. However, when it came to Feng Sizhe, he didn't dare to say a single harsh word. Instead, he kept asking people if anything would happen. This was obviously biased.

Feng Sizhe truly felt the care of his grandparents, and was filled with emotion. What happened to him in his previous life? Couldn't he see the care of his family? He had to give up on himself, and even didn't get married, just to get angry with the elderly. Now look at what an unwise choice it was. "Grandpa and grandma, I'm fine, look, I'm fine, aren't I?" As he spoke, he turned around in place, just to show that he was in good condition now.

Seeing that Feng Sizhe was really fine, Zhao Mingyuan and He Jiayu both breathed a sigh of relief. Then Zhao Mingyuan suddenly turned his attention to his youngest son Zhao Wangang, who had done nothing wrong. "Wangang, what do you do for a living? You are the head of the security department of the Eighth Bureau? If you can't even protect your own nephew, who else can you protect? And where is Chen Hu, the security guard you arranged for Zhe'er? Zhe'er was in trouble, but he was not around. I think he is totally incompetent."