This time he came with a major task. The Freemasons and all the separatists of the Republic looked at Fang Zheng with expectations, eagerly hoping that Fang Zheng would live up to his entrustedness and achieve his hope.
Fang Zheng's burden was extremely heavy. It seemed that Tom value Fang Zheng very much and entrusted him with important tasks. Only Fang Zheng knew that if he could not convince his father, then Tom would definitely kill him in anger.
Don't think that Fang Zheng seems to be able to do everything by calling the wind and rain in Manhattan. Even Fang Zheng himself knows that it would be easy if Tom wants to kill him.
Tom is like the living Hell. He wants to die at the third hour, and he must never live until the fifth hour.
Because he was afraid that the tyrant knew in advance that he had returned to the imperial capital and then ambushed people and killed him halfway, Fang Zheng got off the plane and asked Secretary Fang to send someone to pick him up. And he took it with great fanfare. In this way, the tyrant would be worried about even if he wanted to kill him
I'm afraid I'll think about how to clean up the mess later.
After all, this is the imperial capital, and Fang Zheng is the son of the Politburo Standing Committee member. No matter how cruel the tyrant is, he should pay attention to the influence.
After fighting with the tyrant many times, even if he disdains the tyrant in his heart, Fang Zheng is extremely awe of the tyrant. The image of the tyrant has left an indelible shadow in Fang Zheng's heart. It brings fear, fear and nightmare to Fang Zheng...
I sat in the car safely, and my square head didn't dare to look at the surrounding scenery.
If he had a choice, Fang Zheng would never be willing to take another step into the Republic, even if his family was in the Republic. But now he no longer considers himself a person from the country inside and outside, especially in the country's territory,
Keep the bastard he hates most in this life - Fu Qianjun!
Along the way, Fang Zheng was worried, and even when the car was stopped at the red light, Fang Zheng was nervously asking what was going on? The driver could clearly see the worry on Fang Zheng's face. Fang Zheng was like a frightened little rabbit.
Likewise, any movement can arouse his alertness.
Finally, he arrived in Zhongnhai without any danger. As a national leader at the Politburo Standing Committee level, Secretary Fang naturally lives in Zhongnhai.
Many families also have the opportunity to live in Zhongnhai.
The car rushed to Zhongnhai. Zhongnhai bodyguard inspected Fang Zheng and his entourage, and after confirming that it was correct, he was released.
Fang Zheng walked into Secretary Fang's home in Zhongnanhai.
Secretary Fang was in the meeting and did not come back. Only Fang Zheng's mother was kneeling on a mat and praying to the Guanyin sculpture in front of her.
So even Fang Zheng walked into the house without realizing it. However, the guard not far away saw Fang Zheng and was about to call Fang's mother, but Fang Zheng waved his hand and stopped him.
Fang Zheng walked into the room and walked around his room first. He saw that the room was cleaned cleanly and spotlessly. He knew it was his mother's credit. He smiled slightly and walked out of the room. Seeing that his mother was still worshiping Buddha devoutly in the living room, he
He shouted: "Mom, I'm back."
Perhaps, no one else's voice could wake up Fang's mother, but Fang Zheng's voice instantly shocked Fang's mother.
Fang's mother turned around and saw Fang Zhengshi, her face was filled with surprise: "Zheng'er, are you back? Why don't you say anything to your mother?"
After saying that, he quickly walked to Fang Zheng, touched the place and then jumped out what his mother would say to the wanderer: "Zheng'er, you've lost weight."
Fang Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly. Every time he came back from America, his mother said this sentence almost without any intention. He was a little bored when he heard it, but he just held back and didn't say it.
When my mother wanted to touch Fang Zheng's face again, Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Mom, stop touching, I'm not thin. I'm living a good life in America, really."
"Is that so? But I found that you have lost weight. You didn't lie to me, the child, you must have suffered a lot without your mother. Oh, you are really worried if you are not by your mother..."
Fang's mother cried in joy and began to chatter.
It’s not because Fang’s mother is incompetent. Fang Zheng is the only son in her family. Since she was a child, she has been holding it in her hands and afraid of falling. She is afraid of melting it. Now Fang Zheng is an adult, and she is even more capable of flying birds. After all, she hasn’t had a year or two with her.
Fang’s mother met, Fang Zheng had returned to the Republic many times, but he almost didn’t have the time to go to Zhongnhai. Even last time, he was only contacted by Secretary Fang.
Fang Zheng accepted Western ideas and was extremely serious. As long as the West becomes an adult, the relationship between parents and children has always been very weak, so Fang Zheng does not think this is a very unfilial act.
The mother was nagging, Fang Zheng frowned, and his tone was faintly impatient: "Mom, if you really don't feel at ease with me, then leave Zhongnhai and live in the United States, so you don't have to worry so much.
”
Fang's mother was stunned for a moment, and her expression became dazed: "Child, I want to take care of you. But you also know that my mother was born here and raised here. No matter how good it is in foreign countries, it is not as familiar as our familiar land.
People, there is also a familiar culture!”
Fang Zheng looked sarcastic: "Mom, I didn't expect you to be so attached to this land? I told me that I never wanted to stay on this land for a moment. This land is dirty, the people here are shameless and hypocritical, and here are here
The air is full of pollution, and the government here is even more corrupt and incompetent. God knows why you still love this land?"
Fang Zheng's mother suddenly showed an incredible expression. She didn't expect that the land of the Republic would be so unbearable in Fang Zheng's eyes.
Fang Zheng's mother trembled and said, "Zheng'er, how can you... say this? Child, this is your motherland! And... I don't think my mother is ugly. No matter what, we are also the red descendants of the Republic
, Your grandfather followed Taizu to build a country and shed blood and tears. He loved this land because there was his blood on it. However, his descendants hated the country and built it with blood and sweat. What do you call him under the spring?
Can you keep your eyes closed!”
"My grandfather shouldn't have contributed to this evil regime back then. This regime is full of dictatorship, corruption, decline and filth. It was because grandfather had no vision at all back then. If it were me, I would have been
Joining the National Party will bring down this corrupt regime and lead the land with freedom and democracy.”
Fang Zheng's face turned distorted. He hated others to maintain this land the most. If the other party was not his mother, Fang Zheng would have slapped him.
"Child, how can you say that? That's your grandfather? And the glory you are now and the rich and graceful food you enjoy now are all achieved by your grandfather with his passion and courage."
"Not rare, even without you, I can still create a world."
Fang Zheng's eyes were full of pride: "You should know that I was fighting alone in America, but now I have made a big splash. I almost control Manhattan. I am the king of the underworld in Manhattan. The funds I control are hundreds of billions of dollars.
Level, and it’s USD. Mother, you should know that my achievements are all my own efforts, and I didn’t use any of your halos during this period.”
"Child...you..."
Fang's mother was speechless, and she also felt that Fang Zheng's words seemed to make sense, because Fang Zheng had never asked for Secretary Fang's assistance at the moment of the United States. She was only the first time she was imprisoned when she was murdered in Manhattan and was used by Secretary Fang.
Relations influenced the judgment of the American judge. Later, Fang Zheng quickly rose in Manhattan with his ferocity and eventually became the leader of the Manhattan Mafia. Secretary Fang never made any efforts, and all of them were found by Fang Zheng.
It’s no wonder Fang Zheng spoke so surely. He does have such proud capital.
Although Fang's mother still felt something was wrong, she couldn't refute Fang Zheng. After thinking about it, she said softly:
"Child, you have grown up, mom can't tell you. If you want to be in America, go! As long as you have a big career, your grandfather will be proud of being in the spring." After a pause, he said, "But, in your father," he said,
Don’t say these ruthless words in front of you, whether your father is corrupt or stubborn, after all, he will follow the party after eating the party’s meal.”
Fang Zheng said "um" and did not comment. Fang's mother stopped worshiping Buddha, called the guard away, and ran into the kitchen to cook Fang Zheng's favorite food when he was a child. Soon, a bowl of hot noodles was cooked.
Fang's mother came to Fang Zheng and said:
"Just hurry up, mom just made it for you. Your favorite noodles when you were a child. Eat it while it was hot."
But when Fang Zheng frowned, he didn't take it, he shook his head and said, "Mom, I don't like eating noodles anymore." Fang Zheng's mother was stunned again, and wiped her hands and said, "What do you like to eat? Mom makes it for you,
Mom doesn’t know anything else, but what you cook is first-class." A sarcasm flashed in Fang Zheng’s eyes and shook his head: “I like to eat Western burgers. Mom, can you make them?”
This question immediately silently made Fang Zheng's mother ask. It was really difficult for Fang Zheng's mother to make all the dishes in the Republic, but Fang Zheng's mother could not make these Western dishes.
Fang's mother suddenly felt a little sad. She finally saw her son, but she didn't even know what her son liked to eat. What her mother made was really incompetent!
"Okay, mom, go and rest!"
Seeing the depressed expression on his mother's face, Fang Zheng finally felt a little reluctant, so he persuaded his mother away and wanted to calm down. Fang Zheng was thinking about how he would convince him when his father came back later.
According to his stubborn loyalty to this country, it is probably a huge challenge!
But if he couldn't take down the old thing, then Mr. Rothschild would definitely twist his head off, which would be really bad at that time! Thinking of Tom and Freemasonry's methods, Fang Zheng couldn't bear it.
Shut up and shivered: No! Absolutely not! Absolutely not die! You must convince the old guy, if you can't convince?
A fierce light flashed in Fangzheng's eyes...
I don’t know how long it took, but when Fang Zheng was sitting in the room smoking, there was a knock on the door. The guard bought foreign pizza and other food, which was specially instructed by Fang’s mother.
Fang Zheng was impatient, but thinking about his worries, he pointed to the table and asked the guard to put it down, and then went out. After the guard went out, Fang Zheng did not go to eat, but slept in the bed for a while...
In a daze, I heard someone knocking on the door again, and then Secretary Fang's voice sounded:
"Just, are you still sleeping? Get up. I haven't seen you for so long, so we two have two drinks."
After the Masonic people left last time, Fang Zheng talked with Secretary Fang once, hoping that Secretary Fang would agree to the conditions of the Masonic society. Secretary Fang did not let go, and the father and father parted in disagreement. But after all, they were father and son, and there was no hatred overnight.
Fang Zheng returned to America and then came back, and Secretary Fang was thinking too much again. As soon as he got off the Standing Committee, he hurried over to have a drink with his son.
Fang Zheng went out and the table was already full. As soon as he heard that Fang Zheng liked to eat Western food, Fang's mother even asked someone to buy it outside. Because she didn't know what Fang Zheng liked to eat, she bought it and it was half a table.
It can be seen that this table is almost prepared for Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng always believed that the food in the Republic was unsafe, and even believed that this kind of cooking food was eaten by the original Shandingdong people, and it was not as polite as Western-style food. Therefore, he had a special liking for Western-style food and had to drink red wine.
But he didn't smell the food made by Fang's mother, which made Fang's mother feel very sad.
After eating the food, Secretary Fang kept talking to Fang Zheng and asked questions, but Fang Zheng was very concerned. Fang Zheng loved to ignore it. Secretary Fang saw it and finally changed the subject and said, "It seems that you have something to do with me."
Want to say it?”
“…”
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, knowing that his thoughts could not escape Secretary Fang's eyes, so he nodded and said, "Yes."
"What's the matter? Tell me!" Secretary Fang was so conscious that Fang Zheng was thinking about something. He knew clearly, but he didn't point it out. Instead, he handed a cigarette to Fang Zheng and smoked it together.
Fang Zheng waved his hand and took out a cigar from his pocket. He clearly didn't look down on the yellow panda specially provided by Secretary Fang. Fang Zheng sniffed a sip of cigarettes and said:
"Lao Fang, someone wants to kill me."
This is what Fang Zheng has always called him, which shows his personality. Secretary Fang is used to it, nodded and said, "Tell me! Who wants to kill you?"
"Masonic people." Fang Zheng also got straight to the point and continued: "They told me that if I can't persuade you, then they will kill me. Lao Fang, you should know how powerful the Masonic power is.
, Should you make a statement?”
Secretary Fang squinted his eyes: "What does it mean?"
Fang Zheng suddenly became excited: "What else do you have to say? Of course, it is to help me. Are you willing to be killed by those Masonic bastards?"
"How to help?"
"It's very simple, join the Freemasons and join the Republican camp. Then, they won't kill me."
Secretary Fang shook his head slowly: "Impossible."
"Call the next door, grass! You old guy, do you just want to watch your son be killed? Do you just want to be the last one? Do you still have to sell your life for this dirty, rotten, declining dynasty?