Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

After further investigation, Chang Zhengyang learned that Yang Xuanwei owned a bank with assets of over 1 billion US dollars and more than a dozen companies in the United States.

This surprised him a lot. He didn't expect that this person was actually a financial tycoon.

The ten billion dollars in the 1960s were not watered-down dollars in the 21st century; they were real hard currency.

Moreover, it is not easy for the Yang family to own such a large foundation in America.

Chang Zhengyang knew the nature of Angsa and his gang very well.

This group of people are extremely xenophobic, relying on blood ties and religious identity as bonds, and they look down on the Chinese people today.

They regarded the Chinese as cattle and sheep to be slaughtered at will and would never allow the Chinese to possess huge wealth.

Unless there are special circumstances, that is, the Hongmen!

So Chang Zhengyang asked Yang Xuanwei bluntly what the relationship between their family and the Hongmen was?

Because if Yang Xuanwei did not have the support of the Hongmen, then he must be the white glove of those Angsa people.

If they were really the white gloves of the Angsa people, Chang Zhengyang would not bother to care about the life or death of Yang Manli and the others.

So what if you are Chinese?

You are all yellow skin and white heart, so let's stop talking about our relationship as relatives.

Fortunately, the answer given by Yang Xuanwei did not disappoint Chang Zhengyang. The other party just hesitated for a moment and then confessed that he was the White Paper Fan of the Hongmen branch in San Francisco.

"So our two families are quite connected."

"Oh, what does Professor Chang mean?"

Chang Zhengyang smiled and said, "First of all, Mr. Yang's father-in-law, Mr. Yang Shao, his master, Mr. Zhang San, is my apprentice's great grandfather. Secondly, my uncle is the leader of the Nanyang Hongmen."

Yang Xuanwei looked surprised and asked, "Is your uncle Guo Piaoqi?"

Chang Zhengyang nodded and said, "Yes, he is my second uncle."

"This is really..."

Yang Xuanwei didn't know what to say for a moment. The two families, separated by the ocean and seemingly unrelated, turned out to have such a close relationship.

As the saying goes, when fellow villagers meet, their eyes sparkle. In this foreign country, it is indeed a happy thing for two families with close ties to meet each other.

So the wealthy Yang Xuanwei waved his hand and held a buffet cocktail party at the hotel that night, inviting the entire inspection team.

"Old Hu, are you attracted to that American girl named Shirley Yang? Let me tell you, her father is a capitalist, and you, Old Hu, are the successor of socialism, you can't make any mistakes!"

Fatty Wang was holding a plate and putting French snails on it while advising Old Hu who was standing beside him.

Old Hu's face changed, and he immediately found an excuse and said, "Screw you, I just wanted to ask her if she has the tomb-grabbing talisman."

"Just pretend, go ahead!"

Fatty Wang looked like he had seen through Old Hu's thoughts. He stuffed the French snail into his mouth. His eyes rolled and he immediately had an idea.

"In that case, in order to prevent you from making a mistake, I'd better ask that American girl for you."

"Fatty, damn..."

Hu Bayi's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to grab Fatty Wang, but unfortunately he was a step too slow. Fatty Wang had already walked several steps away and soon came to Shirley Yang.

Seeing this, Hu Bayi knew that there was nothing he could do, so he had to chase after him quickly, at least to prevent the fat man from talking nonsense.

"Hello, Miss Yang. My name is Wang Kaixuan."

"Hello, Mr. Wang, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's like this, hey, Lao Hu, what are you doing?"

Fatty Wang originally wanted to ask Shirley Yang directly if she had the tomb-grabbing talisman on her, but Hu Bayi arrived in time, poked Fatty's waist with a finger, and interrupted him.

Shirley Yang looked at the two of them, wondering what tricks they were playing.

As a beauty since childhood, she is very familiar with the way boys who like her look at her, such as the big boy who interrupted the fat man.

"Well, Miss Yang, my buddy is a weird person. He may have offended you just now. Please forgive me. I will take him away."

"Old Hu, can you please have some backbone?"

Fatty Wang glanced at Lao Hu with a look of disappointment, then leaned closer to Shirley Yang and whispered, "Miss Yang, do you have a gold-touching talisman?"

"Touch the golden talisman?"

Shirley Yang raised her eyebrows, reached out and pulled out a red rope from her neck, and then revealed an antique pendant.

"Is this the tomb-grabbing talisman you mentioned?"

Fatty Wang saw that the tomb-grabbing talisman was not very attractive and was immediately disappointed, "So this is the tomb-grabbing talisman, Lao Hu, now you see it."

Upon hearing this, Shirley Yang looked at Hu Bayi, blinking her big eyes full of questions.

Hu Bayi was a little overwhelmed and couldn't help but say, "Excuse me, Miss Yang, I'm just curious."

Shirley Yang thought about it, took off the tomb-grabbing talisman and handed it to Hu Bayi.

"Professor Chang just said that your ancestors inherited the Sixteen-Character Feng Shui Yin-Yang Secret Art. Your grandfather and my grandfather are from the same school, so we are also from the same school. If you want to see the tomb-grabbing talisman, take it and have a look."

Hu Bayi looked at the tomb-grabbing talisman so close to him and seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance. He was immediately at a loss and said, "This..."

Seeing this, Shirley Yang generously handed the tomb-grabbing talisman forward.

This script is wrong!

Fatty Wang on the side was a little dumbfounded. Isn’t this American girl the daughter of a capitalist?

Isn't that very arrogant?

Why is she so polite to this guy Lao Hu?

Fatty Wang's eyes wandered over the two of them, and suddenly he reached out to grab the golden talisman.

"What's so magical about this thing? Let me take a look at it..."

This time, Lao Hu reacted very promptly and grabbed the tomb-grabbing talisman before Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang, who failed to succeed, put down his hand awkwardly, with a look of regret on his face.

He felt that the American girl Shirley Yang was going to take away Lao Hu's soul.

After Hu Bayi got the tomb-grabbing talisman, he placed it in his palm and examined it carefully, then returned it to Shirley Yang, who took it and hung it up again.

"Miss Yang..."

Shirley Yang stretched out her hand and said, "My name is Yang Jiayi, my English name is Shirley. Since we are from the same school, there is no need to call me Miss Yang."

Hu Bayi was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Shirley Yang, then retracted his hand, scratched the back of his head and said: "My name is Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang, you can just call me Old Hu."

It’s over, it’s over, I’m going to lose my brother Lao Hu!

Fatty Wang saw that Lao Hu and Shirley Yang were chatting more and more excitedly, but he could not get a word in. He ran to the corner in frustration, turned his grief and anger into appetite, and ate thirty French snails in one breath!

Yang Xuanwei, who was chatting with Chang Zhengyang, was very surprised to see that his daughter was chatting happily with a big boy.

Chang Zhengyang followed his gaze and couldn't help but laugh, "Director Yang, you don't want to break up the couple, do you?"

Yang Xuanwei came back to his senses and smiled bitterly: "That's not the case, it's just that as a father I always worry that my daughter will suffer."