A boy like the wind

"It's too late today. Tomorrow morning, let's go to your ancestral tomb, and then we will know what to do," I said.

"Good! How thoughtful of you! " Yang Zixiong said excitedly.

Yang qianer's mother hesitated and asked me, "Master Wu Zheng, my son... Is he going to be ok?"

"It's hard to say now that you haven't seen the situation of your ancestral tomb," I said. "I'll understand after reading it."

She tried to hold back her tears. "Young master Wu Zheng, please help him. He is only sixteen..."

I nodded, "don't worry, I will try my best."

Yang Zixiong then asked me, "young master, I know there are rules in this business. Although we are relatives, the rules should not be disordered. How many red envelopes do you need? Tell me, I'll do it right away! " "At will," I said lightly.

"At will?" He was stunned and looked at Yang qianer and Guo Chenlong. "This..."

Yang qianer just wanted to talk, and Guo Chenlong took the lead. "Dad, Wu Zheng means that we are all relatives. It's a little fun to have no money. Just because of our relationship, if you don't give him a cent, he will do his best! Wu Zheng, isn't it? "

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I took a look at him and didn't speak.

"Don't talk nonsense," Yang qian'er said with a pestle on his elbow. "Stay at the same time!"

"Oh..." Guo Chenlong is helpless.

"Here..." Yang Zixiong did not understand and looked at them and us.

Guo Chenjun hesitated for a moment and wanted to say it for me. I reached out and stopped her and shook her head gently.

She had no choice but to hold back.

Yang qianer calmed down for a while and said to Yang Zixiong, "Dad, I'll make a decision about it. Do you think it's ok?"

"Yes," said Yang Zixiong.

Yang qian'er looked at me. "Wu Zheng, Xiaojun told me the rules of Wu family. In this way, I don't ask how many prayers you were given last time. I'm just a younger brother. His life is worth more than anything. We give you 20 million blessings, can you see? "

I'm still saying, "whatever."

Yang qian'er sighed, "OK, I'll do it right away! Xiaojun, send me Wu Zheng's account number. "

"Good", Guo Chenjun takes out her mobile phone.

"Wait a minute," I looked at Yang qianer. "I haven't finished my words. I'm at liberty. My assistant Ke'er, 500000 yuan."

"OK! No problem! " Yang qian'er looks at Guo Chenjun. "Xiaojun, the account number of Wu Zheng's assistant, send it to me together."

Guo Chenjun is stunned. She looks at me. "But I don't have my account..."

I take out my mobile phone, "I'll send it to you."

"Good!" She nodded.

Yang qianer received the account number and transferred the money immediately. Soon, I received a text message and called 20 million yuan.

I read the text message, put away my cell phone, and stood up. "That's it. Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, I'll go to Tongzhou to pick me up and see your ancestral tomb."

"Good!" Yang Zixiong stood up and held my hand in both hands. "How much trouble do you have!"

"Do your best!" I said calmly.

Tears flashed in Yang Zixiong's eyes and he held my hand tightly.

I nodded to him and took Guo Chenjun away from the Yang family mansion.