In Dongcheng, Beijing, there is a mansion covering an area of ​​more than 20 acres. The former owner of this mansion was a wealthy businessman. He lost a huge sum of money in business two years ago and had to transfer the yard. He was soon bought by a man named Yang.

After buying the house, the rich man named Yang quickly hired many maids, servants and guards. Their visits and exits every day were extremely lively. Some people had inquired about the origin of the owner of the mansion, but the other party seemed to be very secretive about his origin. He just came to live his life in the closed door. Seeing that the other party seemed unwilling to deal with outsiders, the neighbors around him were too lazy to make fun of themselves.

But today, a large group of stout men in green uniforms came to the entrance of the alley. Experienced people knew at a glance that these people were all from military backgrounds, and their words, deeds, and every move revealed their strong temperament in the army.

Yang Feng rode his horse to the near mansion. Looking at the two guards standing at the door with their chests raised and their heads raised, he couldn't help but smile, "If I guess correctly, this should be the mansion that Yang Laishun bought, right?"

Song Ye looked at two men with a straight breast and a belly, and said disdainfully: "If you don't draw a tiger, you will be a dog. A slave who carries the master dares to show off such a big show. I really don't know how the word "death" is written."

Yang Feng looked at the extremely magnificently decorated gate and the plaque with the words "Yang Mansion" hanging at the door. His eyes flashed strangely. He didn't know what he was thinking of writing. It took him a long time to say: "Get in!"

Song Ye was also secretly shocked when he followed Yang Feng.

Beijing City has always been said to be rich in the east, noble in the west, poor in the south, poor in the north. Yang Feng’s Duke Xinguo was naturally located in Xicheng. Yang Laishun was able to buy such a large mansion in Dongcheng. I really don’t know how much money he had greedy for him to buy this mansion.

The two doormen standing at the gate saw several people riding tall horses coming to the door. After the leader got off the horse, they walked towards him. The two were shocked. One doormen stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop them, "This is Yang's mansion. Our master has never seen any foreign guests. Please stop this official."

"Haha..." Yang Feng couldn't help laughing when he heard the words of the door, "I actually learned to thank the guests behind closed doors. Yang Laishun still knows shame in his feelings."

The man's face darkened: "This official, please respect yourself. Our master has a good temper, but it does not mean that you can humiliate him at will. If you don't retreat, don't blame us for being rude."

"Okay, I really want to see how I'm welcome."

Yang Feng waved his hand, and Song Ye, who had been impatient, rushed over with the two of them, without even using their weapons. He knocked them to the ground with three punches and two kicks and tied them up.

Then Song Ye whistled, and instantly, hundreds of servants in dark green uniforms came from the surroundings. After they opened the door, they surrounded Yang Feng and his group and entered the mansion.

When Yang Feng walked into this mansion, he walked all the way through the pavilions and towers. In addition to being incomparable to the scale of the Duke's Mansion, his luxury and exquisiteness were even more luxurious and refined.

Yang Feng and his group of hundreds of people walked in so swayingly, naturally alarmed the servants inside. Someone rushed over to ask or even block them, but they were all beaten by the servants.

Yang Feng had a cold face throughout the whole process and walked in without saying a word. When they came to the backyard, they only saw women. When these women saw a group of men who were like wolves and tigers coming in, they all screamed in fear.

In a secluded yard in the backyard, Yang Laishun was lying on a lazy chair to enjoy the cool air. Next to him was a short table with two dishes of dried fruit and a bottle of wine. If a familiar person saw it, he would find that the bottle of wine had the words "Bright red" printed on it. It turned out that this bottle of wine was actually the Feitian Moutai sold by Yang Feng from modern time and space. Unexpectedly, Yang Laishun took it to the mansion and enjoy it by himself.

At this time, Yang Laishun was no longer as thin and honest when he was bought by Yang Feng six or seven years ago. He used his bloated body, fat head and big ears to describe him as he is now.

While drinking the wine and humming the song, he felt extremely comfortable. He picked up the wine glass and sipped the wine. He felt a heat flow from his throat to his stomach, and then a mellow smell surged onto the tongue coating. This feeling was simply amazing. He would not change it even if he gave it to a god.

He was in a good mood and gently tapped the short cock and hummed, "I remember that there was a bloody battle on the beach, and only killed the rivers and bones piled up in the mountains; only killed the Yang family generals and fled to the east and west; only killed the children and the men rolled off the saddle... well..."

At this time, Yang Laishun heard only screams coming from outside. He couldn't help but frown. The maids and nannies outside were so unruly that they would scream when they encountered something.

He was about to call someone when he heard a loud noise. The door outside was pushed open rudely. Several maids and nannies ran in panic, and behind them were a group of people in dark green military uniforms rushed in.

When Yang Laishun saw these people, his heart suddenly sank.

As the butler who has been with Yang Feng for many years, Yang Lai can tell by the way that he can close his eyes and tell that these people are the trusted servants who have followed Yang Feng in the east and west for many years. Since these servants appear here today, it will inevitably mean that Yang Feng will also appear.

And his guess was indeed correct, and soon a familiar figure appeared in front of Yang Laishun's eyes.

Looking at the person coming, Yang Laishun's fat face couldn't help but tremble. His fat body immediately rolled down from the recliner, and said tremblingly: "Old...National...National Duke!"

Yang Feng slowly walked to Yang Laishun, who had not yet gotten up from the ground, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Long time no see Mr. Yang, we're meeting again."

"It's over..."

Looking at Yang Feng, who looked extremely cold in his eyes, Yang Laishun knew that everything was over. He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Yang Feng desperately, and kowtowed as he kowtowed, crying: "Dude, the villain knows his crime, you should go around the villain."

At this time, a figure also ran out of the yard behind and knelt in front of Yang Feng and cried: "Dude, we are both blinded by lard and have greedy for you a lot of money. We should die, we are not human, so you can get around the villain couple."

The person who ran out was naturally Yang Laishun's wife Yang Zhou. Yang Feng sighed in his heart when he saw her. He still remembered that when he first met the couple, they were all dark and thin and had a malnourished look, but now they all turned into white and pure rich appearances, and there was no trace of the escape from the famine.
Chapter completed!