Rarely affectionate

Two days passed quickly, Yuan Cheng didn't know what he was busy with, and he didn't contact his youngest son who was like a frightened bird at all.

On the evening of the third day, when Lang Bai and Mo Fang walked out of the library side by side, they saw a black military Hummer parked at the door, the bulletproof glass was gloomy, and the students passing by couldn't help it. Look here secretly.

Yuan Cheng leaned against the side of the car door, and put out his cigarette casually: "Let's go."

When Mo Fang saw that man for the first time, he immediately concluded that he was Yuan Cheng.Before that, he had never seen Lang Bai's father with his own eyes. He only learned from other people's descriptions how powerful, dangerous and terrifying the underworld godfather of the Yuan family was. He was a monster with three heads and six arms.

The light at dusk is so dim, and there are not many people on the road, but as long as you look into the crowd, you can immediately see the man standing by the door of the Hummer.His feeling is different from ordinary people, others feel very ordinary standing there, but standing in the crowd, he is like a knife hidden in its sheath and shrouded in cold light.

All the power and pressure are silent, you can only vaguely feel his silent majesty, like a thick barrier, silently isolating him from the crowd anytime and anywhere.

Mo Fang took half a step back.

Lang Bai paused, walked forward with his usual expression, and handed the schoolbag to his father.Yuan Cheng took his bag naturally, and closed the car door for him in a very elegant and gentlemanly manner.

"Who is that young man?" Yuan Cheng looked at Mo Fang from the rearview mirror.

Lang Bai didn't even lift his eyelids: "A former classmate."

"Oh." Yuan Cheng paused for a moment without knowing what it meant, "—driver, go to the harbor."

It was getting dark.The salty smell of the sea breeze hits the face, and the fishing lights in the distance are swaying on the water, like sparkling stars.

A group of people did not turn on the flashlights, the road was dark and rough, but these people seemed to have walked thousands of times, walking neatly and quickly.

Lang Bai gradually couldn't keep up with his father. After all, he was spoiled and spoiled, and it was the first time he came here. He almost stumbled when walking in the dark, and his two subordinates could only support him on one side and the other on the right.

After walking for an unknown amount of time on the dirt road, Yuan Cheng suddenly stopped when he climbed a hillside: "Ah Bai, look."

Panting for breath, Lang Bai stopped and looked up.I saw a little moonlight shining through the dark clouds, and a medium-sized cargo ship was moored quietly on the secluded pier.Not far away were several large trucks for intercontinental transportation. Thirty-ton containers were hoisted in mid-air and were slowly moving towards the freighter.

"We're here." Yuan Cheng said.Before Lang Bai could react, his body suddenly rose into the air. Yuan Cheng picked up his youngest son and jumped down the rugged hillside.

"Put me down!" Lang Bai was thrown into a mess when he fell to the ground, he didn't know whether it was shame or anger, his face was as red as blood, "I will go by myself!"

Yuan Cheng put him on the ground, patted his face without hesitation, and walked towards the pier first.

The confidantes behind him all had weird faces, but they all looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, and they all pretended not to see anything.

We all know that Boss Yuan dotes on his illegitimate little son the most. He has been with him since he was a child, and he has been raised as cute as a fairy.However, it was the same among the Yuan family brothers. The two sons had grown up, and it was obvious at a glance which one was more important.Even if he was no longer favored, the eldest son would get the power of heir smoothly; even if he was favored by his father, the younger son would not be able to enter the Yuan family's family tree.

Even if it is love, it is not a normal love for a son.Raising a son like this is no different from raising a precious and delicate pet cat.

The cargo warehouse of the ship was illuminated by lights in an instant, and his vision was suddenly white. Lang Bai couldn't help closing his eyes, only to hear Yuan Cheng whispering beside him: "Ah Bai, look. Your favorite thing."

Lang Bai opened his eyes wide in surprise.There were two containers in the warehouse, one of which had been opened, several boxes were scattered on the ground, and parts of firearms and light artillery were piled up everywhere.These parts were all smashed and mixed together. If a layman looked at it, they might not even be able to see what these things were.

Lang Bai picked up several parts and looked at them carefully.These parts are different from the series of firearms he has seen. Some of the calibers and models he has never heard of. It is conceivable that these arms are absolutely not available for sale in the market.

"This is the biggest reason for me to come to the United States this time. You have heard of Oznok Arms Manufacturing Company, which was recently robbed by Somali pirates and filed for bankruptcy with the government?"

Lang Bai nodded.

"That's right." Yuan Cheng said, "The robbery by the Somali pirates was actually arranged by me."

Lang Bai suddenly looked up at his father: "...to snatch the Japanese market share from Oznok Company?"

"It's not just about market share. We are in the field of arms, and we are a technology industry anyway. How can we do it if we don't master the latest technology in the market." Yuan Cheng picked up a precision tube with a bore and pointed it to Lang Bai: "You use your hands Feel the feel of it, try to build one yourself if you can, you will find that its materials and handling are not the same as ours, or even most automatic pistols on the market. After the US election, the Oznok company lost There is support from the cabinet, but they have always had a military background before, and they have developed many new technologies that we don't know about."

Lang Bai stared at those parts silently, "...so what do you need me to do, father?"

Yuan Cheng patted his youngest son on the shoulder: "Help Dad assemble these parts into a finished gun."

Yuan Cheng said this in a tone like a father telling his son that a good boy should do his homework, but all the subordinates in the cargo hold couldn't help but change their expressions.

Not to mention that the young master is just a teenager who is still in school, let’s say that most of these parts scattered all over the floor are models that have never appeared on the market, and they are sorted out one by one and assembled into finished products , even a professional can hardly do it, let alone a young master who was raised and spoiled in a boudoir since childhood?

There was silence in the cargo hold, everyone wanted to speak out, but no one dared to say anything.

Lang Bai quietly stared at the parts under his feet, his eyes seemed extremely gentle under the dim light, like a girl looking at her beloved jewelry.After a while he smiled slightly and asked, "Dad, when do you need it?"

"The morning after tomorrow." Yuan Cheng said, "After assembling, write down their numbers, and then I will destroy all these parts that prove the connection between Yuan's family and pirates, leaving only your finished samples."

Lang Bai nodded: "Okay. Ask Wang Yi and others who understand technology to help me."

Then he walked into the warehouse on his own, picking up a few parts and putting them aside.In less than 5 minutes, he sat on the ground, with his back to other people, and started working as if no one else was there.

Yuan Cheng's mission is very confidential. After all, he can't let everyone know that the Yuan family colluded with Somali pirates and used the opportunity to destroy an American arms smuggling company.Only a few of the upper echelons of the Yuan family knew about the batch of goods in his hands, and the crown prince Yuan Zou was one of them.

Yuan Xiao thought at first that his father must need professionals to assemble these prototypes.He has already prepared a large number of professionals, and he is going to recommend these cronies under him first when his father gives an order.

There is a hidden worry in Yuan Xiao's heart that has existed there for a long time.Although he is a legitimate prince and he also controls the blood of the arms industry - the maritime transportation industry, but in the Yuan family, most of the technology research and development departments that are highly valued are closer to the young master Lang Bai.These think tanks, headed by Wang Yi and others, do not have the outdated concept of the eldest son succeeding to the throne, and are young and vigorous, so they are called the young and strong faction around Yuan Cheng.

It's not surprising, Lang Bai grew up with those people, and he has a half-teacher friendship with many of them.

Although Yuan Xiao didn't pay much attention to this group of think tanks with no real power, he was always a bit grumpy.He planned to use this opportunity to let his professionals replace these people close to Lang Bai, and take over the power of the technology research and development department in one fell swoop.

But unexpectedly, Yuan Xiao realized that he had miscalculated!

"How did this happen?" Qi Xiaguo threw a teacup in his office, "Why did Mr. Yuan leave this matter to the young master? How old is Bai Shao, and how much does he know about mechanical assembly? How can such a confidential task?" Can you not give it to the eldest son who is the heir!"

"...You are wrong," Yuan Xiao said, "my brother probably doesn't understand, but he understands very well... He has been smart since he was a child, and he has been with Wang Yi and his group for several years. He knows it all."

"That can't—"

"So I can't sit back and relax." Yuan Xiao said in a low voice, "Yes, such a confidential matter should be handed over to the eldest son who is the heir, but if in the father's heart, the eldest son is not the real heir?"

Qi Xiaguo took a deep breath, "How could this be? Although Mr. Yuan dotes on his youngest son, he can't make fun of the foundation of the ten generations of the Yuan family, right? There's no such thing as doting!"

Yuan Xiao sat silently on the chair, playing with the gold pen for the purpose of strolling.He thought of the weird conversation between his father and younger brother he heard through the crack of the door two years ago, Lang Bai's bleeding hand that night, and the slap he slapped Yuan Cheng.

He thought of a long time ago, the night of Yuan Cheng's 39th birthday.He was just following his father to find Lang Bai, but at the corridor window, he saw Yuan Cheng half kneeling in front of the piano, gently kissing the corner of Lang Bai's lips, saying: "Daddy loves you."

At that time, Yuan Zhen only felt that his father really doted on his youngest son, but later he gradually felt that it was weird.

"...Maybe it's really doting." Yuan Xiao put down his pen and said softly.

No matter how suspicious the prince in Hong Kong was, the United States soon reached a consensus on how to deal with the resources left by the Oznok Company.

The Rosethorne family was elected and became the biggest beneficiary of the Oznok Company.

There was the sound of tables and chairs colliding softly in the huge meeting room, and then Yuan Cheng got up first and applauded lightly and gracefully: "Then congratulations, Mr. Webber."

Webber?Rose Thorne, according to seniority, should be Ross Thorne's uncle from Yale University, but it is obvious that he is not as good as his nephew who is more than ten years younger than himself in terms of personal ability.It looks as if he has taken over a large part of the Japanese market since then, but in fact, all the gangsters present here know it well, Webber?Rosethorn was simply forced to take over the dangerous waterway left by the Oznok Company.

Rolling gold from Asian markets?Are you kidding me, the Asian market has long been monopolized by the Yuan family, so grabbing meat from Yuan Cheng's mouth is like stealing meat from Yuan Cheng.

Digging bullets in the muzzle of a gun is just as unrealistic.

The ten-million-dollar waterway left by the Oznok Company?You're not mistaken, Somali pirates have been rampant for half a century, there is complete anarchy there, sea robbery is just a normal way of making a living, and the local people think it is completely legal!

What is Oznok really worth?Technology!Intelligence!As a smuggling company with a military background and a deep foundation, it must have a large amount of military weapons information in its hands. After all, the excellent equipment of American soldiers is recognized by the world, and science and technology are the primary productive forces these days.

But in whose hands are these resources?All the bosses here looked at Yuan Cheng knowingly.Poor brother Webber, the money was taken away by the Yuan family. The waterway was originally owned by Somali pirates, and now even the technical resources are monopolized by the Yuan family. Your brother spent a lot of money, so you have to come to Oznok Company to be taken away. The empty shell that has sucked the marrow dry, you can just face the wall and cry.

"Mr. Yuan, what do you mean?" Webber?Ross Thorn stood up abruptly, "Congratulations? Don't be sarcastic. Why did the things stolen by the pirates from the Oznok Company and the top-secret research materials they left behind mysteriously disappear? Do you really think we are all three?" Year-old kid, don't you know that you played tricks on me?"

"Your accusation is serious," Yuan Cheng said nonchalantly, "What the pirates stole belongs to the pirates. Ask me what I'm doing. Am I a pirate? It's ridiculous."

He turned around and walked towards the door.Suddenly Webber's face darkened, and he pulled out his pistol and pointed at Yuan Cheng: "Don't move!"

Several subordinates behind Yuan Cheng quickly drew out their guns: "Mr. Webber! Don't act rashly!"

"What are you guys doing, Webber?!" Several gang leaders present at the meeting hurriedly stood up.A few seniors retreated and yelled at them sharply: "Whoever allowed you to use knives and guns, don't let it go!"

There was chaos in the conference hall, suddenly Webber sneered, raised his hand and fired a shot: "—Do it!"

Hearing the sound of chaos, another group of white mercenaries rushed up the stairs, and then all the windows on all four sides of the meeting room were smashed from the outside. The few people at home.

All the guns were aimed at Yuan Cheng's head worth tens of thousands of gold at the same time, and Webber laughed coldly: "How do you feel about the surprise I prepared, Mr. Yuan?"

"...I'm really surprised and delighted." Yuan Cheng turned around, facing a dense forest of gunpoints, "What do you need me to do, Mr. Webber?"

Webber sternly said: "Don't play dumb! You have the latest batch of Oznok samples that were stolen by pirates! Where are you hiding the batch of guns and shells worth hundreds of millions of dollars?"

For several seconds, Yuan Cheng just stood there, seeming to be thinking carefully.But soon, countless gunpoints pointed at his head forced him to make a decision, and he seemed to spread his hands helplessly: "Well, I admit that I underestimated the Yankee. I put the container in the harbor."

"Which harbor?"

"You can't find it."

"Then you go with us!" Webber gave him a wink, and someone immediately went up and handed over the guns of Yuan Cheng and several of his subordinates, "——take Mr. Yuan here alone! Take everyone with you, and go to the harbor immediately!"

Yuan Cheng was coerced by two white mercenaries and walked over. Webber smirked fiercely at him: "Please show us the way, Mr. Yuan."

"Oh, okay." Yuan Cheng shrugged helplessly.

Standing on the pier and overlooking the sea, the sea level shows the same color of blue as the water and the sky.The sea wind was so strong that it almost blew people away, and Lang Bai's hair was blown up by the wind. He grabbed the railing to prevent himself from falling.Suddenly Mo Fang answered the phone and hurried forward: "Young Master Bai! They are here."

Lang Bai turned his head, unexpectedly his expression was very calm: "How many people are here?"

"At least there is a team of white mercenaries with a full establishment, a dozen vehicles, two helicopters, and the equipment is very good."

"Where are you?"

"It has arrived!"

Looking with Mo Fang's fingers, two helicopters appeared in the sky, and with a huge roar, they slowly landed on the roof of the quarantine building by the pier.It was the Rosethorn family, and the helicopter was marked with their family coat of arms.Mo Fang set up his binoculars to look at it for a while, and said with certainty: "They hijacked Mr. Yuan. I saw Mr. Yuan got off the plane with Weberk Rossthorne."

Lang Bai nodded.

"What are you going to do?"

The quarantine building was only a few tens of meters away from the pier. Lang Bai was standing by the crane, holding on to the iron railing, squinting his eyes and looking up at the silver helicopter shining brightly in the sun.His eyes were so deep, Mo Fang thought for a moment that there was a trace of coldness flashing across his face.

A terrible guess made Mo Fang change his face: "Are you going to disregard Mr. Yuan's life and send this batch of munitions—"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lang Bai gently interrupted him.

Mo Fang stared at his face, Lang Bai smiled softly, as if the momentary coldness was just an illusion.

...Look, you're wrong, don't worry about it.

At this moment, Lang Bai's cell phone rang, and the caller ID showed Yuan Cheng's number.Lang Bai and Mo Fang looked at each other, then picked up the phone, with a calm tone: "Hello, Dad?"

"Ah Bai, Dad made a small mistake here." Yuan Cheng stood in the fierce wind on the top floor of the quarantine building, two mercenaries beside him pointed guns at his head, and a whole team of Rosethorn's bodyguards stood in front of him. Behind him, everyone felt as if they were facing an enemy.

Yuan Cheng's voice didn't sound nervous at all, on the contrary he was very helpless: "Your Uncle Webber wants the batch of arms on the freighter, otherwise Dad and I may have to tell you here today. Good boy, be obedient, let's Better give it back to Uncle Webber."

Webber snatched the phone and shouted sharply: "Listen! Lift the container on the freighter to the truck, and then evacuate all the people from the Yuan family! My people will drive and wait until I confirm that they have driven the truck." To a safe place, I will let your father go!"

He paused for a moment, emphasizing his tone: "Otherwise, you will wait to collect your father's body!"

Before Lang Bai said anything, he ended the call decisively.

"Mr. Yuan, I'm sorry that you have to be wronged for the time being." Webber stared fiercely at Yuan Cheng, "I hope that in your son's heart, father is more important than those priceless munitions."

"I don't think so." Yuan Cheng smiled wryly, "I'm afraid my youngest son likes to sleep with a gun at night more than his father."

Standing by the railing on the roof, he raised his chin towards the pier in the distance: "—You might as well wait a while and see how this kid answers you."