Spy Movie

Chapter 119

At exactly nine o'clock the next morning, Zhang Xin showed up at the gate of Tang Weifeng's villa on time. He parked his car and walked out. He was quickly ushered into the courtyard by a group of black-clothed bodyguards.

Tang Weifeng is a very bold-looking old man in his sixties. The moment he saw Zhang Xin, he laughed exaggeratedly: "Ha, is our warrior here? Quick, come here and let me see... with your grandfather When I was young, I was very similar, just as impassioned."

Zhang Xin observed the surrounding environment casually, and asked casually, "Mr. Tang knows my grandfather?"

Tang Weifeng led him to the swimming pool in the courtyard, and sat down on a table made of sandalwood: "Not only do we know each other, we also sold fried chestnuts together, but unfortunately Americans don't like to eat things that are too troublesome, so the business is very slow." Not good."

The old man showed an expression of recalling the past, and there seemed to be a strange brilliance flashing in his eyes.

If you are an ordinary person, seeing a famous old man act like this, mentioning the old days with your grandpa in his words, then he will definitely be overwhelmed with excitement, and maybe he will cry along with him.

Zhang Xin didn't feel anything.

One is that he instinctively does not trust rich people, and the other is that from his memory, the grandfather of the original owner did not mention this experience, which means that the friendship between the two is only superficial, or...they are not friends at all.

"What do Mr. Tang want from me?"

Several Caucasian women brought high-quality tea sets and poured high-quality tea for the two of them. Tang Weifeng took a sip and said, "Let's chat!"

Zhang Xin rolled his eyes: "My time is very precious. If Mr. Tang really has anything to do, please make a long story short. If there is nothing to do, then I will leave first."

The bodyguard next to him suddenly became furious: "Bastard, why did you talk to Mr. Tang?" It fell to the ground, and the porcelain shattered with a bang.

The tea inside was flowing everywhere.

Zhang Xin spread his hands: "Sorry, your bodyguard scared me, and my hands are shaking a little."

The furious bodyguard wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Tang Lao's eyes. Tang Lao still had a smiling expression: "Sure enough, just like your grandfather, he has a violent temper."

"Mr. Tang, tell me what you have to say. My grandfather has been dead for decades. If you keep pronouncing his name like this, he will not be able to sleep well."

However, this old man Tang still didn’t say it directly, but showed a compassionate expression: “I followed my uncle to the United States when I was a teenager. At first, I could only do some coolies on the pier. Thinking about it, it was really a dangerous time, just a small illness, a small cold, could take my life...

I have come all the way to today, and I have acquired wealth and rights that ordinary people cannot match, and I have also summed up many life experiences, the most important of which is to be united.

Chinese Americans seem to have a large number in the United States, but they are always bullied. Not only white people can bully us, but black people and brown people can bully us.

why?
Because we Chinese always like to fight among ourselves..."

After finishing speaking, the old man gave Zhang Xin a pointed look.

Zhang Xin showed a mocking smile: "So what? If you don't agree with your fallacy, is it just playing the opposite tune?"

Tang Weifeng's expression twisted.

"Xiao Zhang, don't be too extreme, you know that's not what I mean."

Zhang Xin said unmoved, "I don't know."

Tang Weifeng stood up, pointed to the outside and said impassionedly: "I have lived in Chinatown for decades, I know every connection here, I know every family here, I know what they need most, and I know them better. Perhaps in your opinion, Yang Wuze is a traitor because he lacks understanding and recognition of that distant eastern country, but you have to know that he is a good person because he represents the interests of all Chinese and ethnic Chinese... "

"I don't think so, I think it's not that Yang Wuze lacks understanding and recognition of Huaxia, but that he disregards and even hates Huaxia from the bottom of his heart.

Every word he said, he was begging for mercy from the white people, some people in the authority.

If cutting off his own scorpion can gain the approval of some people, he will cut off his scorpion without hesitation;
If cursing his own blood can gain some people's approval, he will curse this trace of his blood without hesitation...

Even, if he didn't need the votes of Chinese Americans, he might not talk to you about dying old nonsense at all... Do you understand what I mean? "

Tang Weifeng raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Xin, unable to say a word for a while.

"You, stubborn!
Zhang Xin showed a smile: "In fact, China has already risen, and it no longer needs to rely on others. It has long been able to talk to the entire United States on an equal footing. It will not beg for your approval and support. Even without your support, it is still the Eastern Dragon. Its take-off is unstoppable."

Tang Weifeng sneered and said, "Since you don't need it, why are you so angry?"

"You and Yang Wuze, it doesn't matter if you want to be dogs yourself, but you shouldn't be a dog while stepping on the motherland secretly.
Not only that, you have to pull others to be dogs with you..."

Tang Weifeng said angrily: "I said, we are for the benefit of the Chinese community."

"Hundreds of years of humiliating history of being oppressed by Western powers has taught us Chinese people the most basic and simple truth: If you are not strong, you will always be a slave.

If you really want to represent the interests of the Chinese community, then wait until you live like a Chinese... no, live like a human being. "

Zhang Xin didn't feel guilty at all.

How can a person who opens his mouth and keeps his mouth shut, the moon in the west is particularly round, the air in the west is particularly sweet, and my hometown is so bad, how can he gain the respect and recognition of others?
Tang Weifeng was very angry, and pointed to the gate: "It's not speculative, it seems that we are really not the same way... see off the guests!"

Before Zhang Xin moved, the bodyguard who was furious just now rushed to his side and grabbed his shoulder with one hand in the posture of eagle claws.

He exerted so much force that Zhang Xin felt a piercing pain: "Mr. Zhang, please..."

Zhang Xin's face turned cold: "You scratched me."

The bodyguard sneered and continued to exert force, while Tang Weifeng sneered and said: "Sorry, my bodyguard is born with supernatural power, and the control of power is not always inappropriate. Please forgive me."

Zhang Xin sneered, and snapped his fingers with the other hand.

The next moment, there was a hole between the bodyguard's eyebrows, and blood spattered out, staining Tang Weifeng's clothes red.

The bodyguard fell to the ground while maintaining the posture of catching people, while Tang Weifeng rolled off the stool and lay under the table like a dog.

Zhang Xin stood up slowly, and said: "When he arrives in the underworld, he has plenty of time to slowly exercise his ability to control his strength...Mr. Tang is also the same, don't go to the underworld to think about how to be a human being, it will be too late..."

After speaking, he walked out of the Tang residence slowly, during which no one dared to stop him.

Zhang Xin came to his car with a face full of anger, only to find a man dressed as a bodyguard standing in front of him, and opened the car door first with a smile on his face.

He opened the door and said, "Mr. Zhang, actually Tang Weifeng does not represent everyone in Chinatown..."

With that said, he handed over a business card.

(End of this chapter)