The Reborn Financial Giant

Finally, I waited for this bad news.

A sad expression appeared on Gao Feng's face, and a faint sadness appeared in his eyes. Since he learned the truth from He Xinhua's mouth last time, Gao Feng began to search for He Erye.

But unfortunately, he spent a lot of time and energy and searched for many people, but he had no sound. As time passed year by year, he even thought there was no hope.

He Xinhua may have given up.

But I didn't expect that after so many years, news suddenly came out, but it was not good news, but such bad news.

Gao Feng sighed long.

In my mind, the wrinkled face of the old man and his kind smile seemed to appear again.

"Children, what are you crying? Oh, are you Chinese? Can you speak Chinese?"

"Well, you can speak Chinese. You're so good. Yes, the old man is also Chinese. Kid, tell grandpa, why are you hiding here and crying?"

"Oh, so you just cried? That's not OK. Our Chinese boys can't cry easily. They scold you and beat you. You should beat them back and beat them to cry."

“…………”

"What are you afraid of? We Chinese people are all fighting each other. Come on, grandpa will teach you how to beat them, okay?"

“…………………”

"Well, it's not bad. Grandpa, I know how to do kung fu. Like in the movie, I'll play several of them. Do you want to learn?"

…………………………………… The scenes still echo in my ears.

But the person who spoke has dispersed from this world with the wind and has no chance to meet again.

After a long time, Gao Feng touched the cell phone in his hand several times. In the end, he stopped calling He Xinhua. He got into a taxi and ran towards He Xinhua.

The teahouse I often visit.

"This is also expected."

Listening to the latest bad news from Gao Feng, He Xinhua was silent for a while before slowly raising his head and sighing softly.

Gao Feng saw that when he was talking, a thin layer of crystal-like mist floated in He Xinhua's glaring tiger eyes.

He knew that although He Xinhua looked haggard and sad when his father passed away three years ago, he had always insisted that he had not shed a single drop of tears. That time, he also came to mourn him deliberately to mourn.

.

But now, when he heard the bad news about his second uncle, he cried.

You can imagine how important his second uncle is to him, and how deep the relationship between him and this second uncle is.

"Sad!"

Gao Feng said softly, apart from these two words, he really couldn't say anything to comfort him.

"I just feel sorry for my second uncle. He has been heroic all his life and has been wandering for half his life. He has died in a foreign land when he is old and cannot return to his hometown."

He Xinhua ignored Gao Feng's comforting words, seemed to have not heard it, muttering to himself. Under his calm face, there were only a pair of hands that tightly clamped the cup, and even the blue veins were bursting, which could show him.

Deep in my heart, sadness was like a storm.

"His old age must be very hard."

A trace of tears also rose in Gao Feng's eyes. In front of him, he seemed to see an old man in a foreign country, wearing thin clothes, cold and hungry figure in the wind and snow, and lying on the white sickbed.

On the top, alone, suffering the pain of the disease.

"I'm going to the United States, go now."

He Xinhua slapped the table hard and stood up, his eyes covered with bloodshots, "My second uncle suffered during his lifetime. I, an unfilial nephew, must return his soul to his hometown no matter what.

Let him be bullied by foreign devils!”

No one knows how intimate his relationship with this second uncle is.

The one who gave birth to others, the parents, and the one who raised others, the second uncle.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it in this sentence.

Due to the special economic environment, his parents had been working hard outside, leaving him and his grandfather. The second uncle was at home and the second uncle worked at home. He took him with him as a child. He treated him as more close than his own son, no matter where he went.

He brought him with him and taught him how to punch and foot since he was a child. He never kept his own understanding of his martial arts. His martial arts can be said to be entirely derived from his second uncle.

Later, when his parents returned home, he still relied on his second uncle mostly, and had a lot of relatives with his second uncle, and finally had a layer of isolation from his parents.

This is why, over the years, he has been pursuing his second uncle.

"Uncle He, calm down. I can't go now. I have someone to prepare the air ticket. Give me your ID number. I will find someone to apply for it. At most, it should be done tomorrow. Let's go there together."

Gao Feng gently pressed on his shoulder.

"Xiao Gao, thank you!"

After all, He Xinhua is over fifty years old. After all, he finally calmed down after hearing Gao Feng's words, and looked at Gao Feng with gratitude in his eyes. He was not familiar with the United States, but a few of his life were in his life.

I went to find my second uncle this time, but I was basically unfamiliar with me. After I went there, I couldn’t understand the language. I had Gao Feng accompany me, so everything was much easier.

Thinking of Gao Feng insisting on helping him for so many years, and now he has to help him go to the United States to transport his second uncle's ashes back, he just felt that he might not be able to repay this favor in his life.

"Uncle He, don't say that. Although I may not be a disciple of your family, I have benefited from Bajiquan after all, and I am a member of Baji Sect. If I put some effort into the affairs of the seniors in the sect, it is also true that I can do some effort to do the work of the sect's predecessors.

My duty."

Gao Feng knew what He Xinhua thought, so he had to comfort him softly.

"Okay, everyone is a martial arts practitioner. I won't say much about those polite words. Xiao Gao, I want to go back and talk to my family. I'll trouble you about the next thing."

He Xinhua also knew that the favor he owed was not something that could be said by a few polite words. He could only see how he could help him back in the future. He didn't say more, but just patted him on the shoulder and said

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"Okay, Uncle He, you go and prepare."

Gao Feng nodded.

After giving the ID to Gao Feng, He Xinhua hurriedly left the tea room. When He Xinhua left, Gao Feng had no reason to stay there. He called Gu Xiaorong and asked him to help apply for the air ticket.

He also turned around and left the tea room.

This is He Xinhua's first time going abroad, and he has to find someone to apply for a visa.

Fortunately, he is no longer the student brother from seven or eight years ago, but a famous young entrepreneur. With He Xinhua's connections in Huatian City, he is also quite good. Many people know him and are running around.

After more than half a day, He Xinhua's visa was processed directly, and there was only one who could wait for approval there. It was only about two days before it could be completed thoroughly.

After applying for a visa for He Xinhua, Gao Feng returned to Luyin Yayuan, lay alone on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Mei Ruohua didn’t say she wanted to take back the house in Luyin Yayuan, and Gao Feng didn’t say she wanted to move it, so she maintained her current state.

"Ruohua, you know, I couldn't blame me for that incident back then, I couldn't help myself!"

"Zhou Wenzheng, don't tell me this. I only know how unwilling my sister was when she was dying!"

“…………”

Gao Feng was lying on the bed, thinking in his mind. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a noisy sound came from the living room, calling his thoughts back from the chaos and sorrow.

Zhou Wenzheng?

Why does this name seem so familiar?

By the way, isn’t this the president of the bank branch that he had personally visited when he opened his restaurant last time?

Gao Feng suddenly turned over from the bed and rushed to the living room.

But when he rushed to the door of the living room, he couldn't help but hesitate again. Mei Ruohua and Zhou Wenzheng obviously knew each other. They seemed to be talking about something. This matter should be a very good thing. He is going out now

Will it be too sudden?

"Can you tell me a little bit of reason? Do you think I don't feel guilty and I don't suffer for so many years?"

Just as Gao Feng was hesitating, Zhou Wenzheng's almost roaring fierce voice suddenly came from the living room.

"What does your pain have to do with me? Did I make you feel pain? Did I make you feel guilty? You deserve it!"

Mei Ruohua's voice also began to become excited, with a sharp and intense voice that Gao Feng had never seen before.

Mei Ruohua has always had a very gentle and peaceful impression in front of Gao Feng.

Even though her elder brother did such excessive things that time, she was already very angry and anxious, and she was not so excited.

Thanks for the rise of gunpowder between the two, Gao Feng hesitated for a moment and finally decided to go out.

"Sister Mei, are you back?"

Walking into the living room, Gao Feng saw Zhou Wenzheng, who was sitting on the sofa with a blushing face and thick neck, with a bit gray hair. He had met with him once, and was sitting on the other side with a cold look on his face.

Mei Ruohua smiled and said.

"Xiao Feng, why are you back?"

Mei Ruohua had never expected Gao Feng to come back here at all. When she heard Gao Feng's voice, a hint of panic appeared on her face.

Zhou Wenzheng next to him also showed a look of surprise on his face, his face turned pale and he lowered his head if he didn't know what to do.

"I just came back not long ago. I just lay on the bed for a while. When I heard your voice, I came out to take a look. President Zhou, are you here too?"

Gao Feng smiled and greeted Zhou Wenzheng next to him. Although he didn't have a good impression of him, he personally came to congratulate him last time his restaurant opened, and he was very kind to him.

I can't say anything bad about him.

As for the matter between Mei Ruohua and him, he still does not know the truth and cannot make any comments.

(To be continued)