Chapter 520 The Great Arms Consortium of Country M

As soon as the words came out, there was silence all around.

Everyone's hands trembled: this young man must be too bold...... Even Mr. dared to refuse.

The gentleman would definitely throw him into the river to feed the fish.

It's a pity that it's such a good look.

Liu Cheng's pale hand held his forehead, lowered his eyes, and said helplessly, "Yes." ”

Young Master Yan put his right hand in his pocket, walked towards the manor in a chic manner, and without looking at the people around him, he went straight to the door.

Everyone's eyes widened: Mr. didn't throw this boy out?

Didn't get angry either?

Laughing instead?

This scene fell into their eyes, and the effect was no different from the collapse of the sky.

Then his brain spun quickly, Mr. is so tolerant of this young man, if he can hug the thigh of the little boy, the future is promising!

However, what does this little boy mean...... What is it?

Little lover?

Or is it an illegitimate child?

Or is it a junior?

Their brains spun rapidly, and they respectfully sent Liu Cheng in.

Liu Cheng leaned on the wheelchair and instructed the housekeeper in a very low voice, "Send out the image of the little boy, and he will never be allowed to go half a step out of New York City." Whoever runs out of his hands, I'll take the life of his whole family, you know? ”

The butler shuddered, "Yes, sir." ”

He couldn't understand what he meant.

What is the identity of this little boy who brought it back?

Is this house arrest?

At the same time, Yan Tao leaned on the sofa in the living room and raised his eyes.

Liu Cheng sent a lot of money in previous years, presumably to make some money, but he didn't expect that this cheap father could be said to be powerful in country M.

Country M is different from China in that it is a bourgeois society with a presidential system.

The lifeblood of the country's economy is controlled by the high-level economic conglomerates of country M, and some of the presidents of the past have wanted to change this situation, but they have been assassinated before they can do so.

The control of the country M consortium over the country is very large, and in the presidential election alone, the previous presidential elections have been touring speeches, and the cost of speeches has further increased in recent years.

The incumbent president's speech has even cost hundreds of millions of dollars, which is the result of the manipulation and support of big business groups.

And Liu Cheng, alias Caleb. Sidney, who is the de facto controlling owner of the Sidney Arms Company and the controller of the Sidney Consortium.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is possible to reach the sky.

Young Master Yan listened to Xiao Qi's report, and his good-looking eyebrows raised.

It's almost impossible to get out of here and change to an ordinary person.

The young man melted into the sofa, and his expression was a little depressed.

This manor is the base camp of the Sidney Foundation, and the people who can stay here are members who have served Sidney for many years, and they communicate with each other using codes, even the most basic electronic devices such as mobile phones.

Of course, this is all for the grassroots people.

For Liu Cheng, the ban is equivalent to nothing.

Young Master Yan's slender legs rested on the coffee table that was worth a lot of money at a glance, raised his eyebrows lazily and casually, and said to Liu Chengdao, who had just come in, "Didn't you say to go to Harvard?" You have to go to an interview, right? ”

"No need. How troublesome the interview," Liu Cheng put his hand on the wheelchair, he had seen Yan Tao's skills and abilities, in order to ensure safety, he decided to strangle all possibilities in the cradle, "I'll just stuff you in." ”

"NONONO~" The young man stretched out two fingers and shook them, and said seriously, "How can an upright five good boy like me go through the back door?" This is not right. ”

Liu Cheng......

Did his son have some wrong perception of himself?