Chapter 9 Indian Third Brother
Ye Hetu was stunned. His father Ye Zhengling wanted to call the old man uncle. The old man was not only Grandpa Ye Hetu's brother, but also called Grandpa. The sudden change of identity made Ye Hetu a little uncomfortable. He didn't come to his senses for a while. When he came to Beijing, the first relative he met turned out to be the old man in front of him. Man, is this the "Willow Dark Flowers and Another Village" mentioned in the book?
"Ye Hetu, a good name, did your master give it to you?" The old man said to Ye Hetu with relief that if it hadn't been for Ye Zhengling mentioned by Ye Hetu, I'm afraid he would have forgotten the fact that his surname is Ye.
"I heard from the old man that my father took it." Ye Hetu said shyly.
The old man raised his eyebrows, and the suppressed momentum was not easily revealed. Ye Hetu re-examined the old man in front of him, whom he should be called the grandpa. From the old man, there seemed to be a new breath, which made Ye Hetu couldn't help breathing. Ye Hetu curiously guessed that the grandpa in front of him was not sting. What kind of identity was he in those years?
"The dragon comes out of Luoshui, and the dragon comes out of Luoshui." The old man, who was calm for a moment, laughed and seemed to peep at something from Ye Hetu's name.
"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Grandpa's name could not be changed for a while, and Ye Hetu continued to use the teacher's name.
The old man noticed this small detail, looked at Ye Hetu, smiled and said loudly, "It's okay to call a teacher. It's not a shame to be a teacher for your grandson. Your name may be related to a secret. Since your master didn't tell you, I'm not in a hurry to tell you for the time being."
Ye Hetu nodded depressedly and continued to ask questions, but he couldn't ask anything. He had to follow the fate before the time.
"You have been targeted by the Zhao family. You should have already thought of a way to deal with it." The old man asked inadvertently.
Since I can see it, Ye Hetu did not hide it: "I have a group of people under me."
"Did you bring it abroad?" The old man was a little surprised. He brought people into China from abroad, and there were some troubles that he couldn't get away with.
Ye Hetu spread out his hands. He brought him, but Ye Hetu was not interested in bringing some foreigners with characteristics into China. However, the person who brought him was not a foreigner, but he could be a foreigner than a foreigner. He snapmed his finger. A minute later, a person came into the door, with yellow skin and black eyes, which was no different from that of Chinese people. The bundle is not flattering.
A handkerchief was wrapped around his head, which was strangely shaped, and a white shawl hung down to the heel. What is rare thing is that this man wears a pair of shiny leather shoes. It is the people Zhong Zhigang and Zhu Yunle saw on the plane. People who are familiar with the field of clothing know that this is a traditional Indian clothing. I don't know which psychopath they think it is from. The madman who ran out of the hospital.
Ye Hetu's head was big for a while, and the emotional guy hadn't changed his clothes yet. The third brother walked to Ye Hetu and bowed down and said, "Master, what can I do you tell me?"
"I heard on the plane that there is a figure in the Zhao family named Zhao Shidao. Go and grab it for me."
"Yes."
In the old man's unbelievable eyes, Brother A San retreated calmly, leaving a broad back figure for the two. A row of clear and huge words in the middle of the back wrote: Xin A San, get eternal life! Ye Hetu was speechless for a while. This guy has been addicted to Indian culture and can't extricate himself. He has to enlighten him when he has time.
Brother A San closed them, and there was an exclamation from outside, and then a calm tone came: "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen A San from India?"
Ye Hetu took out the cigar, played with the lighter with a special pattern printed on the cover, and said in a small voice, "He Changfeng, believe it or not, I'm asking you to run back naked now."
There was no movement outside immediately, and Brother A San has quickly evacuated from the scene.
"Are you starting to fight with the Zhao family now?" The old man felt very fresh about Ye Hetu's practice. He did it as soon as he said it, either with enthusiasm or with his heart. Compared with the former, the old man was more sure about the latter. Ye Hetu had the consistent style of the Ye family, and the old man also came here in that year.
"Well, it's not my style to sit back and wait for death."
"Zhao Shidao, I heard from a friend of mine that it was the most dazzling young man in the Zhao family in recent years, but the person you called just now?" The old man was optimistic about Ye Hetu, but he still doubted whether the only person sent by Ye Hetu had the ability to catch Zhao Shidao.
"Don't worry, even if he can't catch him, he can evacuate safely." Ye Hetu said calmly, He Changfeng is the Chinese Ye Hetu met in Las Vegas. What is Las Vegas, the largest money laundering base and casino, and He Changfeng was detected by thousands of money in the casino. Several masters stationed in the field couldn't help dragging He Changfeng to other places to execute thousands of punishments and cut off one. Unexpectedly, He Changfeng was so skilled that several masters were all knocked down by him. Ye Hetu, who happened to perform the task, saw this scene and instantly subdued He Changfeng and handed it over to Martin Lucard, the casino owner behind the scenes in Las Vegas. As an old friend, Martin Lucard first expressed his highest respect to Ye Hetu. When He Changfeng, who was panicked, thought that one hand had been cut off, Ye Hetu said, "This boy is also a Chinese man. We have the same ability in Chinese. Why is it too urgent to fry each other? It's better to give him face and let him go. Ye Hetu came forward to give face to Martin Luchard. Luchard also took the opportunity to agree to Ye Hetu's request and made a favor by the way. For Ye Hetu, a person who can freely enter and exit the White House, he easily defeated the number one hitter of the American mafia, Aegis and Keller, who is on the world blacklist. Martin Luchard really couldn't think of an excuse not to agree with Ye Hetu. Since then, He Changfeng has been a member of Ye Hetu. From getting off the plane to Yangjiao Hutong, He Changfeng has been quietly following him. Even Zhu Yunle, a soldier who has received anti-reconnaissance training, can't imagine that there is someone following behind him.
This pool of calm stagnant water in Beijing is finally boiling. The old man sighed sincerely that the scene 20 years ago is now slowly falling. Twenty years later, the Ye family finally stood up again. This time, I would like to see who wins and who will loses!
In the Zhao family, Zhao Shidao held a piece of paper that was mostly blank. It was mentioned that there was little information about Ye Hetu. In the face of this result, Zhao Shidao was surprised. He sent so many people who failed to find out half of the information of Ye Hetu. What is Ye Hetu's identity? The only clue is that the state sent Ye Hetu abroad to carry out a high-secret mission two years ago. Due to the limited resources used, Zhao Shidao did not know what the task was.
"Is it someone from the national side?" Zhao Shidao speculated that he thought of the people in that field that the princeling party could infiltrate, and it was impossible to investigate such a little information. Is it a foreign immigration? Zhao Shidao once again denied this speculation that foreign immigrants would leave files, and the content of the files would not be so few. Zhao Shidao couldn't figure it out. At this moment, someone reported that someone outside wanted to see him.
"Let him in." Zhao Shidao ordered that the middle end of the clue at the critical moment was really a distressing thing.
A vivid image immediately appeared in Zhao Shidao's eyes. It was Ah Sange, He Changfeng, who was wearing traditional Indian clothes.
The moment Zhao Shidao saw He Changfeng, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.