Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Really Disgraceful_1
Yang Fei’s just-relaxed face turned black instantly again. She threw the things in Lin Yueyao’s hand to the ground, and then grabbed Yueyao’s hand, "Yueyao, our maid service doesn’t offer this service! If this rascal makes any strange requests in the future, you just refuse him. If he dares to fire you, I’ll back you up!"
Yang Gang beca depressed. He was absolutely a mortal enemy with this step-sister in a past life – they were like water and fire, mutually restraining enemies.
This was too much. His modest hobby was being "cruelly" stripped away.
This was intolerable.
Just as he was gearing up to protest, Yang Ya shot him a look, "Gang, you really should behave properly. You are the only son of the Yang family, representing the image of our family."
Yang Gang instantly deflated: "Got it, Sis."
Watching Yang Gang’s dejected look, Yang Fei’s mood improved significantly. She made a funny face at Yang Gang, took Yueyao’s hand, and walked away.
Only when the three won had left did Yang Gang co back to his senses.
He felt sowhat devastated.
Damn it, this step-sister of his was a real temptress.
Just a funny face had bewitched him.
Damn, impostor Young Master Yang, you’re really a disgrace!
"Speaking of which, this is very strange. I am a die-hard ’fan’ and should be more into Sister Ya. Why am I repeatedly srised by Yang Fei? It’s unscientific!"
After pondering for a while and seemingly not reaching any valuable conclusion, Yang Gang shook his head and decided not to overthink.
"Whatever, let’s just shower and sleep!"
...
The next day, Yang Gang was woken up by Lin Yueyao.
Yang Gang didn’t bla himself for not getting out of the comfy bed. He was used to sleeping on a clay brick bed, after all.
By the ti Yang Gang leisurely finished bathing and grooming, Yang Ya had gone to work, and Yang Fei had already left for school.
When Yang Ming stepped out of the house, the driver Yang Feng, had already prepared the Audi car.
Yang Gang waved his hand: "Brother Feng, there’s no need to send
today. I’ll drive myself."
Yang Feng was taken aback: "Young Master, does that an I don’t have anything to do?"
Yang Gang smirked, beckoned Yang Feng closer, and handed him a piece of paper.
There seed to be a series of numbers, like a phone number, on it.
"Young Master, what is this?" Yang Feng asked, puzzled.
Yang Gang looked around, and then said casually, "It’s probably a weapon dealer’s contact information."
Last night, Yang Gang was awakened from his sleep by the ringtone of a text ssage on his phone. He glanced at it; it was an English text ssage: thankyou, yang. Nct.
Yang Gang had heard of this nct when he was a bounty hunter. It was a global arms smuggling rchant, not particularly large in scale, but it accounted for more than 2% of the global arms smuggling market, with a total value of about 3 billion US dollars, ranking eighth among global arms smugglers.
Yang Gang had a good impression of this nct arms smuggling organization, because among the top ten arms smugglers in the world, nct is the only one that clearly does not sell weapons to terrorists.
After long-term developnt, international arms smuggling has long ford a stable "industrial chain
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