"After all, it's because he comes from a rough background and can't stand on the stage."
Out of his regard for Qin Feng, Meng Lin knew Liu Zimo's situation very clearly. He knew that the Liu family was a wealthy family in Cangzhou. It was originally a scholarly family, but by Mr. Liu's generation, it had established a huge influence in the world.
reputation.
However, in Meng Lin's eyes, this kind of reputation has gone astray. In China, the old world has long since ceased to exist, and now the so-called aristocratic families have long been replaced by upstarts like them.
Meng Lin is not very optimistic about Liu Zimo because the Hua family is different from the Meng family.
Nowadays, the Meng family no longer needs to use marriage to consolidate its status in the country, but the Hua family is not good enough. Their foundation is not as deep as the Meng family. Almost all the women of the Hua family have become political figures in the past few generations.
Sacrifice.
Of course, Meng Lin would not say these words to Liu Zimo any more. He believed that after the Hua family knew that Hua Xiaotong was in love with Liu Zimo, they would definitely go to Liu Zimo.
The old man of that family was a bandit back then, and even now in his 80s, he still keeps his gun with him. When he was hospitalized, he would put his pistol under his pillow to keep him safe.
Nowadays, most members of the Hua family are developing in the military, so they need to use marriage to consolidate their voice in the government, otherwise they will really become warriors.
Walking to a deserted corner, Meng Lin took out a mobile phone from his pocket. Compared with the small and exquisite machines on the market, his mobile phone looked a bit like a big brick from ten years ago.
However, this mobile phone is the latest product developed by the domestic military, which can effectively prevent eavesdropping. Before coming to the United States this time, Meng Lin asked someone to ask for one.
After dialing a number with his cell phone, Meng Lin said straight to the point: "Brother Wang, help me check someone out."
"Hey, you kid is running for American imperialism?"
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be able to monitor where he was and said with a smile: "Lin Zi, I heard that something happened to your Yaoyao? Do you want me to help you draw lots?"
"Come on. Brother Wang, I came to the United States this time to pick up Yaoyao. Don't cause any more trouble."
Meng Lin laughed bitterly when he heard this. The man who spoke was named Wang Siyuan. He was a few years older than him and had a similar life background. The two grew up in the same compound. However, since he was fifteen years old, Meng Lin had no relationship with him anymore.
Have seen each other.
It wasn't until Meng Lin got married that Wang Siyuan suddenly appeared at the wedding. Meng Lin asked him what he had been doing all these years. However, Wang Siyuan left him a phone number and asked him to contact him after the wedding.
After getting married, Meng Lin called Wang Siyuan and found out that the other party had a task that required his cooperation. In more than a month of contact, Meng Lin also gradually understood the nature of Wang Siyuan's work.
Wang Siyuan's department is an extremely special department that is separated between the military and the local government. It is directly under the leadership of the General Staff. The nature of their work is somewhat similar to foreign intelligence agent organizations.
Due to the special nature of the department, the requirements are also very high. The people inside are basically third-generation descendants with good roots. Of course, these guys have done a lot of extraordinary things together.
In fact, in peacetime, all kinds of secret wars happen every day, but they are far away from the lives of ordinary people. Meng Lin knows much more than the average person, so he also believes that this guy can really stir up trouble.
"You really don't want me to help you vent your anger?"
Wang Siyuan's words were a bit cynical, but Meng Lin knew in his heart that this guy had truly traveled between life and death, and he would definitely be a soldier-like figure in the army.
"Brother Wang, this is just an accident. Just help me find someone." Meng Lin didn't dare to use Wang Siyuan. If the old man found out, he would be criticized again.
"Tell me, what's your name? Where are you from?" Wang Siyuan stopped talking and asked directly.
"My name is Wu Zhe, Kou Tianwu, Philosophical Zhe, from Hong Kong, about 24 to 25 years old..." Meng Lin reported the information he knew about Wu Zhe.
"I know, wait for me for a few minutes." After hearing Meng Lin's words, the other party hung up the phone. Three or four minutes later, he called Meng Lin again.
"I said Lin Zi, why are you asking about this kid? He is just a little bastard!"
Wang Siyuan's voice was a little dissatisfied, and he said: "This fourteen-year-old named Wu Zhe was dealt with by the Hong Kong Island police because of a fight, and was expelled from the British Hong Kong Middle School..."
After Wu Zhe came out, he wandered around the streets all day long. Later, he followed someone to bring goods from Hong Kong Island to the mainland. He even used the money he had to gamble on Macao Island. The whole thing was a waste of money..."
Wang Siyuan's channels are really amazing. In just a few minutes, he found out all the information about Wu Zhe, and even listed the school Wu Zhe went to when he was a child.
"Brother Wang, where is he now?"
Meng Lin is very cautious. Although the information Wang Siyuan gave is similar to what "Wu Zhe" just said, Meng Lin still needs to understand it before he can feel at ease.
"He should be in Las Vegas now!" Wang Siyuan asked: "Is your sister's matter related to this Wu Zhe?"
"No, I just want to see if there is this person." Meng Lin shook his head and said, "Brother Wang, thank you very much. I will treat you to dinner when I return to the capital!"
Wang Siyuan laughed when he heard this and said: "Okay, bring your old man's bottles of 60-year-old Moutai to my brother, and I will eat this meal."
"Okay, brother, if you speak, I will steal a few bottles!"
Meng Lin smiled and nodded in agreement, but his brows were furrowed. The wine Wang Siyuan mentioned was not easy to get.
Anyone who knows a little bit about history knows that in the three years from the late 1950s to the early 1960s, the Great Leap Forward and the policy of developing industry at the expense of agriculture led to nationwide food shortages and famine.
In those three years, countless people died of starvation across the country. In some places, entire villages were wiped out. In Henan Province alone, the number of people starved to death was as high as millions. Later, the term "fleeers" came to be used.
It started from that time.
But under this circumstance, a certain leader at the time specially approved a large amount of grain for the production of Moutai, so that the output was not reduced due to famine.
Therefore, the Moutai produced in recent years is said by later generations to be Moutai mixed with blood.
It is strange to say that all the wines produced in the past three years are more powerful than other Maotai wines. At that time, many leaders in the army liked it very much. The monk general who came out of the temple
In his later years, he would not drink anything other than this wine.
As a big liquor-consuming country, no matter how much liquor it produces in three years, it will not be able to sustain the consumption of the whole country.
Today, more than thirty years have passed, and the wine of those years is no longer available on the market. That is to say, people with the status of the old man of the Meng family still have some wine stored at home.
"Okay, I'm going to get scolded by grandpa again this time."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head. When he was in high school, he stole his grandfather's wine and got a good beating.
However, this call confirmed Wu Zhe's identity, and Meng Lin still felt it was worth it. Judging from the information provided by Wang Siyuan, Wu Zhe and his sister did just meet by chance.
"When we go back, we still need to find out where that kid Qin Feng has gone!"
I don't know why, Meng Lin always feels that something is wrong, but he can't say it. He just feels that there is a vague shadow of Qin Feng in this matter.
Fortunately, after returning to China, it would be his own territory. With the great god Hu Baoguo here, Meng Lin would not have to deal with Qin Feng, but there was no problem in asking about Qin Feng's whereabouts.
After waiting in the hospital for a day, in the evening, several black cars escorted an ambulance to the airport. The interior of the special plane from China seemed to have been transformed into a small operating room that could be used for emergencies.
"Yao Yao, it's my brother's fault this time. From now on, we will stay in the country and not go anywhere."
Seeing his sister who had turned pale after all the trouble, Meng Lin felt heartbroken and blamed himself. If he hadn't insisted on letting Meng Yao leave, this wouldn't have happened.
"Brother, I don't blame you, I'm fine..."
Meng Yao smiled and shook her head. Although she was on the line of life and death, she gained love. Especially after feeling Qin Feng's affection, Meng Yao felt that it was all worth it.
"Qin Feng, come back early!"
Taking a look at the night outside the cabin, Meng Yao actually felt a sweet feeling in her heart, because she knew that when she was thinking about Qin Feng, Qin Feng was also thinking about her.
Qin Feng was really thinking about Meng Yao. At this time, he had just walked out of the San Francisco International Airport and looked back at the tarmac full of planes. Qin Feng estimated that Meng Yao should have almost boarded the plane.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? Why do you always look so distracted?"
Liu Zimo slapped Qin Feng hard on the shoulder. He had already been talking about the fact that Qin Feng called him away from the hospital and could not send Hua Xiaotong to the plane.
"I understand, you are thinking about Meng Yao, right?"
Liu Zimo smiled awkwardly, poked Qin Feng with his elbow, and said, "Hey, have you kissed Meng Yao? Let me tell you, Hua Xiaotong and I are already doing that..."
"Blow..." Qin Feng glanced at Liu Zimo angrily and said, "Keep blowing, blowing hard!"
"Hey, don't believe me when I tell you. I'll tell you..."
Seeing Qin Feng's disbelief, Liu Zimo suddenly became anxious. Now he could only find a little sense of superiority in front of Qin Feng when it came to women.
"Come on, Hua Xiaotong's eyebrows haven't opened yet, so she's clearly still a virgin. You brat, keep on blowing..."
Seeing Liu Zimo like that, Qin Feng suddenly laughed, and his sadness about parting with Meng Yao was reduced a bit. Not to mention, Liu Zimo had this ability.
"Grandma, why did I forget this?" Liu Zimo slapped his head, and then he remembered that Qin Feng could tell whether a woman had lost her virginity by looking at her face.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about? Hurry up and leave, the car is already waiting outside."
Bai Zhentian, who was walking in front, looked at Qin Feng and Liu Zimo with dissatisfaction. It was not the first day that these two brothers had met. How could they have so much to say?
"Coming!" Qin Feng agreed, pulling Liu Zimo and walked a few steps quickly.
"Brother Bai, this formation...isn't it too big?" When he came to the exit, Qin Feng was a little dumbfounded.
Because at the exit of the international airport, there were forty or fifty young people in black suits and sunglasses standing neatly, with just the words "Hongmen Zhongmen" written on their faces.
