5. Why am I the designated heir of the family in the future?
In less than a minute, the helicopter flown by Alex once again left Rigilenko's plane behind.
Naturally, the young and energetic Rigilenko was not willing to lag behind Vladimir. He ordered the pilots to catch up quickly. Unexpectedly, the experienced former fighter pilot Alex did not give them any chance at all, and was in a state of confusion throughout the flight.
It was at such a high speed that Rigilenko and the others simply couldn't catch up.
He had always maintained a leading advantage. When he was approaching the airspace of the airport, Alex suddenly slowed down his flight speed. He saw the plane circling in the air, and then looked at the huge helicopter on the ground.
The parking position landed steadily and accurately at the center position.
The memories that gradually emerged made Vladimir know that the helicopter just now belonged to Rigilenko. Although the two were both rich second generations, they had not had many interactions before, and their relationship was barely average.
Not bad either.
However, Rigilenko's helicopter was not in a hurry to land. It had been left behind just now. This made Rigilenko very unhappy. When it reached the parking position, he ordered the pilot to hover in the air, while he himself observed the helicopter.
There is movement from the helicopter.
Rigilenko also knew about Vladimir's injury while racing. He originally thought that Vladimir was still hospitalized, but he hovered in the air for less than half a circle before he saw Vladimir.
Suddenly, Rigilenko was surprised. He didn't expect this guy to recover so quickly. You must know that a few days ago, there were rumors among the rich second-generation circles that the best outcome for Vladimir was to become a disabled person.
But just now he observed carefully and determined that this guy was undoubtedly a normal person.
Vladimir stood next to the helicopter. Even though the helicopter was hovering above his head, he still didn't look at it.
There is really no need for him to take the provocations between the rich second generation to heart. After all, we are all young people. If we are not young and energetic, and do not act and speak arrogantly, how can we be young people?
At the call of airport air traffic control, Rigilenko's helicopter had no choice but to land quickly.
Rigilenko is obviously much stronger than Vladimir, with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, a full face of beard, and fair and red skin that makes him look like a strong brown bear.
Like many second-generation rich people, there were two tough-looking, bearded bodyguards standing behind Rigilenko, and behind the bodyguards were three servants.
Rigilenko said as he walked, "Vladimir, I thought you were in the hospital, but I didn't expect you to be discharged so soon."
"I'm fine, just a minor injury." Vladimir smiled slightly, "Are you coming to pick someone up?"
Rigilenko said with a smile: "I am going to London to watch a football match, a Champions League game, and the Bullet Club invested by our family will go to London to play. This time I will give them a good beating."
"If you do it for our country, I have to support you, man, the football hooligans there are fucked up, so you have to be careful."
Rigilenko laughed, "I'm a big hooligan myself, am I still afraid of them?" After saying that, Rigilenko flexed his strong biceps.
Going out to play is just for "excitement".
"I hope you enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, what about you? What are you doing here?"
"My parents are back from Dubai."
"Then you should stay with your parents. They should be back because of you."
"Yes, actually there is no need for them to come back."
"Haha, you are the future successor of the Ivan family. They must value you. It's not like our family's successor has been chosen for a long time. I'd rather be a dandy young master. That's what I'll do in my life anyway."
It’s better to have fun for a lifetime than just a few decades.”
After finishing speaking, Rigilenko made a "Russian" farewell gesture to him, and walked towards his private jet surrounded by bodyguards and servants.
After listening to what Rigilenko said just now, Vladimir suddenly felt that his mood was actually a little bit heavy. Especially since he was the future successor of the Ivan family, it made him feel a little Alexander.
If you are really going to fight and kill, if you meet someone who is unhappy, tell him about martial arts. With the support of the system, this is a simple matter. If you really want to put yourself in the business world, and with those gangs
A beast dressed in clothes tries to reason, relying on his own abilities...
In an instant, Vladimir felt a little bad, even a little anxious.
I just want to be a carefree rich second generation like Rigilenko, who spends his days drinking and singing every night. I don't want to be his successor.
Vladimir wanted to ask the butler on the side if he would be his future successor, but he couldn't help but swallow the words.
Forget it, let’s live the life in front of us first.
While waiting for her parents' special plane to land at the airport, Natasha called again. After the call was answered, Vladimir said unceremoniously in English: "Natasha, you bitch, don't harass me again in the future.
I'm here, or I'll sell you to the Philippines to be a prostitute."
After saying this arrogantly, Vladimir hung up the phone directly.
Twenty minutes later, a Bombardier aircraft painted in red, yellow and blue colors landed steadily on the private airport tarmac.
His white-haired father, Mr. Maxim, who was over sixty years old, and his elegant and graceful mother, Mrs. Sophia, got off the plane one after another.
"My dear son." As soon as Maxim stepped down from the gangway, he opened his arms with a kind look on his face. He especially loved his youngest child. In his eyes, Vladimir
Mir is the determined successor of the family.
Vladimir quickly stepped forward and hugged his father.
"It's okay, it's okay. My child, you don't know how nervous your mother and I were when we were discussing business in Dubai. I was afraid that something would go wrong with you." Maxim said with a look of fear on his face.
Sergey, the butler next to him, suddenly became nervous. He couldn't help but feel extremely scared and frightened in his heart. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time. If the young master really made the slightest mistake, he would definitely be in pain and incomparable pain for the rest of his life.
Spend time in self-blame.
"Sir, it was all my fault. I beg for any punishment." Sergey said with a look of shame.
Maxim glanced at him and said with a smile: "I can't blame you entirely. The main reason is that he is too playful. Vladimir, you must learn a lesson this time and not show up again. You young people pursue
Stimulation is normal, but you must pay attention to safety."
Vladimir nodded, and then turned his eyes to his mother.
Mrs. Sophia is a beautiful and elegant woman, but right now she hugged her precious son, and then her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
…
Back at the manor, it happened to be dinner time. After the whole family, who rarely got together, had a pleasant dinner, Vladimir was called to the study by Maxim.
Seeing the seriousness on his father's face, he couldn't help but feel a little thumping in his heart.
As for what they would talk about, Vladimir had no idea at all.
He even vaguely felt that the issue of successor should be discussed.