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", and arms dealers are brokers between "sources" and "buyers".
Arms dealers have two main types of "buyers": one is governnts, anti-governnt militants, or guerrilla organizations in war-torn areas; and the other is international terrorists. For the forr type of buyer, arms dealers tend to et their needs, selling weapons to both governnt forces and anti-governnt militants. Because the longer the war between the two lasts, the more profit the arms dealers make. For the latter type of buyers, most arms dealers are also unscrupulous, making them "propellers" of global terrorist activities.
But NCT was able to uphold the most basic moral principle and never sell weapons to terrorists, sothing that Yang Gang admired very much.
...
At first glance, this text ssage seed a bit inexplicable, but in fact, it was full of intrigues.
If Yang Gang guessed correctly, this NCT arms dealer was also one of the mbers who ca to Hangcheng for a deal this ti. They probably thought that Yang Gang deliberately closed the chess and card room tonight and signaled them to run away. If this was the case, then he was their lifesaver.
However, they were also not sure about this.
Therefore, they sent over this inexplicable text ssage.
If Yang Gang didn’t know what NCT was, if Yang Gang didn’t understand the aning of this text ssage, then everything would have just been a coincidence.
But if Yang Gang could see through everything, then Yang Gang was purposely disrupting the police, letting them escape.
Given the integrity of the NCT organization, they would certainly not let their benefactor suffer a loss.
Speaking of which, all of this was indeed a series of misinterpretations caused by coincidences.
However, although it was a coincidence, given Yang Gang’s ntality of ’taking advantages when possible’, how could he possibly miss this opportunity?
...
"Arms dealer?" Yang Feng was startled: "I don’t rember that the Yang family business involves arms trading."
Yang Gang shook his head, "This is not part of the Yang family’s business."
Yang Feng seed to understand and whispered, "Does Young Master want to establish a direct contact with this arms dealer?"
Yang Gang didn’t hide his intentions: "Yes, I want to explore new business channels. Even if I didn’t ntion it, you should have noticed that the Yang family is in trouble now. The remaining nine families in Hangcheng have monopolized the most profitable erging industries, and our Yang family simply cannot get involved. If we continue like this, it’s just a slow death. We need a breakthrough. I think this is an opportunity."
Yang Feng hesitated and then said, "Young Master, but smuggling arms carries a great risk."
"But it’s a breakthrough, isn’t it?" Yang Gang said with a casual smile.
Seeing Yang Gang’s calm smile, Yang Feng felt a strange sense of calmness.
"I understand." Yang Feng said respectfully.
"Also, this matter is a secret solely between us, don’t reveal it to anyone else," Yang Gang added.
"Yes, I understand." Yang Feng said before leaving.
Then Yang Gang strolled over to the garage and imdiately spotted the blue Lamborghini.
It was quite a sight, its futuristic design giving off a cool, futuristic vibe.
Damn, it was so cool, so cool that Yang Gang didn’t even know how to express it!
Ferraris might be the most common among sports cars, but Ferraris always seem to give people a nouveau-riche feel. But Lamborghini, just hearing this na, it carries with it an aura of elegance.
Although Yang Gang was a country bumpkin, he particularly liked the Lamborghini brand, especially cars in an azure blue colour
Inserting the keys, starting the Lamborghini, and feeling the end-of-sumr breeze on his face, Yang Gang found it particularly satisfying!
Yang Gang didn’t have any classes in the first two periods, so he took his ti, driving the Lamborghini slowly along the Moat. The journey was filled with infatuated, envious, and resentful eyes, making it hard for people not born into the upper class to accept their circumstances.
However, Young Master Yang’s experiences prove one thing: even if you are not born rich, that’s ok. As long as you look like a rich young master, you can live a wonderful life.
Just then, a voice suddenly ca.
"Ling Yunfei! What on earth are you trying to do?" It was a girl’s voice. Although it was full of anger, it was also oddly sexy, making one wonder if she was a wasted talent for not being a voice actress.
Though Yang Gang wasn’t a big fan of voice actresses, he was still drawn in by the voice.
Because he heard a ’familiar’ na.
Ling Yunfei.
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