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New York, USA.

"I'm sorry, we've done our best." The doctor who came out of the operating room shattered Liang Xiaofan's full hope with a word. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

The consultation of several famous doctors cost nearly one million US dollars and lasted more than 20 days of cross-border rescue. After countless efforts, it still failed to save the life of Liang Minsheng, vice chairman of Chongyue.

How so? Liang Xiaofan only had this thought in his mind.

The old man's body has always been tough, and a few days before the onset of the disease, he went out with the client to play golf for a few hours. It stands to reason that he wouldn't fall so easily.

Liang Xiaofan held his head with both hands, and inserted ten fingers into his hair.

Could it be that someone is plotting? The hatred in Liang Xiaofan's eyes suddenly burned: Yes, the old man didn't have a sudden illness, he was retaliated against by Old Ghost Xiao.

Avenge! I must take revenge.

Liang Xiaofan took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of Southeast Asian.

The long tone on the "beep ---" phone rang continuously, but no one answered. Liang Xiaofan had a bad feeling in his heart: that monkey has always been very well-behaved, and he would never delay it for so long without answering the phone.

"Your call is currently unanswered, please call again later." In the end, all he was waiting for was a computer chime.

Three times in a row, the person's mobile phone was not reached, and Liang Xiaofan put down the phone with a pale face.

He knew in his heart that that guy was only afraid that he was already more than lucky, and if he was still alive, he would definitely not answer the phone.

After all, Liang Xiaofan still had the balance of 500,000 yuan in his hand and did not give it to him.

There is only one possibility that the man will not answer the phone, and that is that he will never be able to answer the phone again.

Liang Xiaofan was afraid of Old Ghost Xiao for the first time: "Old Ghost Xiao is really the same as he said, if you have a grudge, you will never stay overnight." What to do? What should I do? ”

Liang Xiaofan, who was depressed, walked out of the hospital, and he didn't even bother to take a last look at Liang Minsheng.

Back at his villa, Liang Xiaofan rushed into his living room with a heavy heart.

"Liang Xiaofan, do you want revenge?" The sudden sound woke him up.

Liang Xiaofan was surprised to find several strangers sitting in the living room.

Seeing the uninvited guests in the living room, Liang Xiaofan trembled: "Are you here to kill me?" ”

"Wrong!" The blonde man on the sofa head turned his head, his blue eyes shining with brilliance: "We are here to help you fulfill your wish, do you want to avenge your father?" ”

"Me? Avenge? Liang Xiaofan asked himself dreamily, and then his eyes became extremely firm: "That's right, I want revenge!" I will definitely make Old Ghost Xiao pay a heavy price. ”

"I have a plan here that I can let Mr. Liang see." The blonde man snapped his fingers, and someone next to him immediately handed Liang Xiaofan a document.

Liang Xiaofan took the document, and as soon as he opened it and looked at it, he gasped: "Heron Project!" The top secret of the Chongyue Group. Even my dad only knows a rough idea, but you can get the complete information? Hahaha, great, say, what do you want me to do? ”

"To be honest, Mr. Liang, I like to deal with smart people like you. I need you to help me with a few things. The blonde man smiled and said, "After the deed is done, I can call the shots and give you one percent of the income of the Chinese Education Federation." Of course, this is a pre-tax gain. We don't care how you file your taxes with the IRS. ”

One percent of the income of the Chinese Education Federation Fund?

Liang Xiaofan's eyes lit up instantly: "I remember that the fund under the name of the Chinese Education Federation is as high as 7.8 billion US dollars, and it turns out that you are eyeing this piece of fat." But I've heard that the internal situation of the Chinese Education Federation is complicated, are you sure that you can get this money? ”

"You don't need to care about those things. You just need to help us defeat Chongyue, and someone will naturally complete the rest. The smile on the blonde man's face became brighter and brighter: "You can believe in the strength of the Gamer Alliance, or you can choose not to believe it." ”

Hearing the blonde man report to his home, the suspicious look on Liang Xiaofan's face faded. He stood up straight and bowed respectfully to the man, "It's my honor to serve the Gamer Alliance. ”

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Qin Tai curled up on a bench in New York's Central Park, three thick newspapers rolled into tubes and stuffed into his sleeves and trousers. Still, he shivered from the cold.

New York is a pleasant day in October, with daytime highs of 20 degrees Celsius. At night, the temperature can drop as low as 8 degrees Celsius.

The three newspapers couldn't make Qin Tai, who was thinly dressed, feel warm, and what made him even more painful was that the lower side of his body was still aching faintly. Yesterday a few tall wandering robbed him of everything, and left an indelible mark of shame on him.

It has been four months since Qin Tai came to the United States.

At first, he lived in Chinatown and received his living expenses from China on time every month. Life in the United States is not good, but it is also worry-free.

But this good life did not last long. He hasn't received any money from his family since last month.

At first, he thought it was a delay in the transfer, so he didn't pay much attention to it. After he spent all the money on his body, Qin Tai discovered an important problem: there seemed to be an accident at home. It didn't take long for him to see the news from the Internet: his younger brother Qin Jie was seriously ill and hospitalized, and his father Qin Wenxiao was stabbed to death on the street by Li Ping.

The Qin family's company was also wiped out because of Qin Wenxiao's death.

At this time, Qin Tai didn't have a penny, even if he wanted to buy a ticket to return to China, it was impossible.

Qin Tai didn't speak English, otherwise he wouldn't have lived in Chinatown. He went abroad to take refuge, so he didn't dare to ask the embassy for help.

Because he had no money to pay the rent, he was kicked out of the rental house by the landlord. Under U.S. law, this behavior is considered illegal by the landlord. But Qin Tai didn't know American law or English, and he didn't think of asking the police for help.

He hadn't eaten for two days and was hungry.

Looking at the glittering high-rise buildings, I listened to the singing sound from nowhere. He suddenly recalled a class in high school, where the head teacher, Lao Tan, said that he had read "The Police and Hymns" outside of class.

Qin Tai looked down on this teacher very much, and even more despised him for criticizing the United States as useless in class.

He once laughed at Lao Tan for never being able to go abroad, and he also deliberately made trouble in class. even called a group of gangsters to block the door after the college entrance examination, planning to "thank" Lao Tan.

As a result, when he was living in a foreign country, he was hungry and cold. The first thing that came to mind was the extracurricular reading that caused a conflict between him and his homeroom teacher.

What's even more ridiculous is that he is like the protagonist in the book, holding a newspaper to fight against the cold.

Just when Qin Tai was drowsy from hunger, a voice sounded in his ears: "Do you want to know, who caused you so badly?" Do you want revenge? ”

"I think." Qin Tai unconsciously repeated a sentence.

"Very well, you come with me."

Qin Tai staggered to his feet. He struggled to keep his eyes open and made his way into the darkness of the night, and in a moment he disappeared into the darkness of the night.

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This chapter is a transitional chapter, but as you write, you can't help but dig a hole, echoing the beginning.