"Well, got it, Uncle Xiexie Liu." The woman smiled and pulled Yang Hao out of the door.

It was still raining outside, and Uncle Liu opened an umbrella to block the heads of the woman and Yang Hao. The woman pulled Yang Hao into a villa on the side.

The other villas have everything you need, but you don't have a kitchen. And this villa has a large kitchen and dining room, and there is only one table in it, which is large enough to seat thirty or forty people without feeling cramped. At this time, there were already a lot of dishes on this table, and after everyone was seated, the servants behind him would pick up the bowl and make rice.

At the top sat a man, sitting upright. Several other women and children were already seated, and after Yang Hao's mother and Yang Hao sat down, soon the rest of the people also came here, but they all sat here and did not move their chopsticks.

The man coughed: "Ahem, let's eat." ”

Only then did everyone move their chopsticks.

Yang Hao has always felt very awkward about such eating rules.

He didn't have no friends, and once he went to their house for dinner, and he felt that the atmosphere was very good, and the family sat and ate together, telling jokes, and was very happy.

That time, Yang Hao couldn't rush back to eat, so he copied the three-character scripture.

But when I eat at home, I always feel that the atmosphere is particularly depressing. Everyone doesn't speak, they just eat with their heads down, and when they're done, they leave.

Yang Hao didn't like this feeling.

After eating, the man stood up: "If you are not full, continue to eat." Xiao Hao, Alain. Come to my study. ”

Yang Hao's hand shook, looking at the back of his distant father, and the corners of his eyes twitched. On the other side, Yang Tian and Yang Xiaoqing, who were still eating, also stopped and looked at Yang Hao.

Alan sighed and pulled Yang Hao to the study.

The other women, on the other hand, just glanced at the two of them, then turned their heads and continued to eat.

When I opened the door of the study, I saw a man sitting at a desk. Alan and Yang Hao walked in and stood in front of their desks.

"Fighting again?" The man asked.

Yang Hao's shoulders shook. Didn't speak.

"Ah Cheng. Xiao Hao, he ......," Alan said aloud.

"Don't interject." Yang Hao's father, Yang Mucheng interrupted Alain's words and stared at Yang Hao: "Is there another fight?" ”

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Yang Hao snorted in a low voice.

"Humph!" Yang Mucheng snorted: "What do you know besides fighting all day long?" Alan. How did you teach him? Xiao Hao! Can't you learn from your brother? All day long only know about playing and fighting. What can you do when you grow up?! ”

"Ah Cheng......" Alan still wanted to speak. But Yang Mucheng interrupted again: "Shut up! Alain, spoiling him like this is just hurting him! What's on his face? ”

Yang Mucheng walked down. The index finger slashed at Yang Hao's face, and some foundation stuck to his fingers.

"Look at you, and wipe his ass for him! If it goes on like this, Xiao Hao will be finished! ”

Yang Mucheng turned around and grabbed a ruler from the table: "Hand!" ”

Yang Hao frowned and stretched out his left hand.

The ruler in Yang Mucheng's hand fell heavily.

"Smack!"

"Hmm!"

Yang Hao closed one eye in pain, but his hand didn't dare to retract. Alain watched from the side, and didn't dare to stop it.

Yang Mucheng hit ten times in a row, and the palm of Yang Hao's left hand was already swollen and red.

"Humph!"

Yang Mucheng snorted and threw the ruler on the table: "Tomorrow Saturday." After dinner in the morning, I went to the small house for a day and copied the books on the table again! ”

Yang Hao's body shook.

If it was any corporal punishment, Yang Hao was not afraid. Because he often fights and likes sports, his body is stronger than the average child of the same age, and Yang Hao can survive standing for seven or eight hours. But copying books is torturing him.

Compared with sports, some knowledge in books can't make Yang Hao interested at all, so his grades in all subjects are below the passing line. Among them, mathematics, as well as copying, is the last thing Yang Hao wants to face.

Who would have thought that after twenty years, Yang Hao, who hates mathematics, would become the most professional sniper? As a sniper, the most basic thing is to be proficient in various calculations, which Yang Hao at this time completely cannot understand.

Every child's punishment in the face of their father is different, and it is aimed at what everyone is least willing to face. And that so-called "little room" is the same. That house is a place that everyone doesn't want to stay in.

That place, it's stuffy.

Yang Mucheng waved his hand: "Okay, let's go back." ”

Yang Hao's palms are now swollen like steamed buns, and the tears in Yang Hao's eyes are constantly swirling. Seeing this, Alan immediately took Yang Hao out of the study.

When the door closed, Yang Mucheng turned his head and couldn't help sighing.

"It hurts!"

Yang Hao shrunk his hand. Alan held the ointment in one hand and the cotton wool in the other, and said helplessly: "Who told you to always make your father angry?" ”

"It's not my fault...... Yang Hao said in a low voice.

"You still say!" Alan said reproachfully, and Yang Hao was immediately silenced.

Alan sighed faintly, and continued to rub the medicine on Yang Hao's hands: "Your father, it's just a little too strict, but he still loves you." ”

"Hmph, you know how to run out in one day." Yang Hao retorted.

Alan tapped on Yang Hao's head: "Your father...... He's too busy to take care of you, you know? He still hopes that you can study hard and grow up to be promising. ”

Alan put down the medicine bottle in his hand, turned his head and smiled: "But I also know that it may be difficult for you." I don't have high requirements, and I have to be able to pass all subjects. And then when you're older, I'll send you to sports school, how about that? ”

Yang Hao jumped out of bed all of a sudden: "Really? ”

In the eyes of such a young child, the so-called sports school is probably just about sports, books and other knowledge, it should not exist, right?

This kind of school is now the most haode place in Yang Hao's mind.

"Of course it's true. But if you want to meet my conditions, how, can you do it? ”

"Hmm!" Yang Hao nodded vigorously.

Alain held out a little thumb: "Pull the hook!" ”

"Pull the hook!"

Yang Hao hooked Alain's finger with one little finger and tugged at it.

Alan put down his hand: "But you have to pass Dad's level first." ”

Hearing this, Yang Hao's brows furrowed: "Hmm...... I don't like copying books! ”

"You didn't find it yourself, you always make Dad angry. Don't let him get angry in the future, of course, you don't have to copy books! ”

Alain looked at his watch.

It's already ten o'clock.

"Okay, it's not early, let's go to bed quickly."

"Well, good night mom." Yang Hao shouted while lying on the bed.

"Good night."

Alan kissed Yang Hao on the forehead. I walked out of the room. Turn off the lights in the room.

After breakfast the next day, Yang Hao was taken into a room by Uncle Liu.

This room is small, ten meters long and five meters wide. There was only one small bed in the room. A chair and a table. At this time, a book was placed on the table, and when Yang Hao saw this book, his face fell.

The book says that it is not thick. But to say the least, there are more than 100 pages!

There is a window behind the table that allows you to see the garden at the back, and at this time the sunlight shines in through the window and spills on the table, so that you can feel a little morning breath.

This room is the smallest house in the entire manor, and it is not as luxurious as the other rooms, but the door is specially made, it is a code door. After Uncle Liu threw Yang Hao in, he set the time, and then closed the door.

From now until tomorrow morning, there is no way for anyone to open this door until it runs out of time, unless they go and get a bomb to blow it up.

Yang Hao reluctantly sat on the chair, took out a notebook from the drawer, opened it and copied it.

Yang Mucheng went out after eating.

He was also on the fringes of society, a man with no status. After wandering for a while, he went to XG and became a gang gangster. Unexpectedly, Yang Mucheng made a fortune from then on, and began to go up step by step, and gradually made a name for himself in that area.

After that, Yang Mucheng broke away from his own gang and began to develop independently.

This can be regarded as a separation from then on, and the leaders of the former gangs naturally looked at him unpleasantly and suppressed him everywhere. Yang Mucheng couldn't fight this leader, so he left XG with his descendants and ran to TW Province.

At the beginning, Yang Mucheng did almost everything, pornography, gambling and drugs were all involved, and the biggest industry was arms.

Yes, he is an arms dealer who has been trading arms with various shili in Africa and the Middle East. The most profitable thing in this shijie is poison and arms. Yang Mucheng has a very unique vision, and he is also very sensitive to the arrival of the crisis, coupled with the connections he has accumulated over the years, he has gradually become the king of arms.

However, in recent years, he has reined in, except for arms and smuggling, the other black industries have converged a lot, and he has established a regular company, and has devoted most of his energy here.

Yang Mucheng knew that there were many people who wanted his life. When you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back. Although Yang Mucheng donates a lot of money to Foundation Hope and other foundations every year to do some good deeds, the blood on his hands can no longer be washed. His caution and cunning kept his retribution delayed. Now he is forty-five years old, and his family has a big business, in addition to his own group of younger brothers to support, there is also a large group of children in the family, so he must be more careful. Yang Mucheng plans to slowly stop from the underground industry, turn from black to white, and become a normal businessman.

But how can it be that simple? A lot of things are cut at all, so Yang Mucheng has a lot of things to do recently, and he often doesn't even have time to go home for dinner.

It's the same today.

Alan was by the window, silently watching Yang Mucheng leave in the car, then looked at the main building, and sat on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

Little by little, it came to noon.

Yang Hao, who was drowsy and had already copied the book, heard a sound at the door behind him. When I looked back, I saw a hole in the bottom of the door, and some food was pushed in on a plate. (To be continued......)