Chapter 431 Noble
Chapter 431 Noble
Feng Biao decided to take his right foot first when entering the door.
When going through customs, Feng Biao couldn't use the fast lane for swiping his ID card, so he could only queue up slowly with a group of foreigners. But after he passed the gate, he could be sure that he was really going home.
Nothing happened and I returned smoothly.
Feng Biao went to the currency exchange point and exchanged one thousand US dollars for RMB.
Next, take a taxi from the airport.
Feng Biao queued up and got a taxi. Then when he looked out the window at the almost completely unfamiliar scene, the only feeling he had was that the changes were too great.
I really couldn't recognize it at all. I didn't see any familiar scenes at all.
The most familiar hometown has turned into the most unfamiliar city. This feeling is very strange, and it makes Feng Biao feel that he can no longer integrate into this city.
Jinghai used to be a county, but now it is a district. It is quite far away from the city and can be considered a suburb.
After driving quite a distance, when the taxi arrived at the gate of the residential area that Feng Biao was familiar with, the driver pulled out a green sign and asked, "One hundred and sixty, WeChat or Alipay?"
Feng Biao didn't say anything. He took out two hundred-dollar bills and handed them over.
The driver was stunned for a moment and said, "Cash? Oops, I don't have enough change. I didn't prepare any change..."
"keep the change."
"Oh, thank you, man."
Feng Biao ignored the driver. He thought that not preparing change was just an excuse to ask for a tip, but he remembered that tipping was not a popular practice in China.
Feng Biao only had a small lump on his body, so it was quite easy for him to go home.
The building looks even older.
We saw too many tall buildings along the way, but the community where Feng Biao grew up was still the same, with four floors in total. The originally wide road now seemed much narrower and more chaotic after being filled with parked cars.
“So many cars.”
Feng Biao muttered to himself that he had found the building he had never forgotten. He turned the corner into the unit door and walked through the narrow passage between a pile of bicycles and electric vehicles.
Feng Biao knocked on the green iron security door.
I was very nervous, scared and anxious, and I knocked on the door in a hurry.
Feng Biao has not lost contact with his family, so there won't be any unexpected situations that he doesn't know about.
But still nervous.
"It's time, it's time, it's time to die!"
The wooden inner door opened, and then Feng Biao and a middle-aged man with gray hair looked at each other.
"you you……"
Feng Biao didn't expect that it was his father who opened the door for him, so he said in a somewhat heavy tone: "Dad, open the door."
"Why are you back!"
Feng Biao's father was obviously still in shock, but his shock soon turned into disappointment. While opening the security door, he said in a vicious tone: "You can't make it anymore! It's your fault! I told you not to go, don't go! Go away!"
The door opened, but what Feng Biao received was not a welcome, but the nagging and disgust that he was familiar with and extremely disgusted with.
"You still know Hui Lai!"
Feng Biao walked into the familiar room, smelled the familiar smell, and the first thing he said was: "Where is my mother?"
"I went for a walk, do you want to eat?"
It was hard to tell whether Feng Biao's father was happy or angry. When he saw his son, he didn't say a word of welcome, but instead had a look of disgust on his face. However, he also knew to ask his son what he wanted to eat.
Then the phone call was pretty quick.
"Where have you been? Come back soon! Your precious son is back, why would I lie to you! Hurry up, buy some mantis shrimps and crabs, sea crabs, not dead ones, not even freshly dead ones, only live ones! Also buy some yellow croaker, I love to eat that, hurry up."
After the call was hung up, Feng Biao's father still said with disgust: "It's useless to say it, your mother will definitely not believe it. She has to come back to see it before leaving. Do you believe it?"
"Why didn't you get out of the car?"
This is Feng Biao’s second sentence.
Feng Biao's father immediately changed his expression to one of displeasure, and said angrily, "How can you check for drunk driving so early in the morning? Damn it! I was found to have drunk alcohol overnight, and my license was revoked. I stopped driving a taxi, and after getting a new license, I drove a Huolala for half a year. It was so fucking tiring. Look at what your father has become, and your mother is still counting on you to support her. Can you afford it?"
It's so annoying. I've been like this since I was a child. It's bad enough that I have to endure hardships without any ability, but I also have a nasty mouth.
But Feng Biao's father really supported the family and provided all the support he should have for Feng Biao. Although his school living expenses were less than others, it was enough for Feng Biao to eat. He bought fewer clothes, but never let him wear old clothes.
Feng Biao took a breath. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
In his father's eyes, Feng Biao's dress doesn't make him look like a successful person.
It’s a gray military bird coat. It’s very expensive, but Feng Biao’s father can’t recognize it.
Quick-drying casual pants, again without a trademark, because the military bird's clothes are all inside and there are no obvious markings on the outside.
The shoes were a pair of low-top LOWA shoes. Feng Biao was used to wearing them. The shoes were not torn, but looked old. However, the brand was one that Feng Biao's father could not recognize.
Feng Biao was too lazy to say anything more and simply fell into silence.
Just at this moment, the door opened, and along with the sound of the key opening the door, a familiar figure rushed into the room.
Feng Biao stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Mom!"
“You’re really back!”
A family can only accommodate one gossipmonger, because two of them won't make it.
Feng Biao's father was a nagging person, so his mother was very quiet.
"Son! You're really back."
Feng Biao's mother's hair had turned a lot whiter. She was not used to hugging her son, so she stood at the door and didn't know what to do next.
"Where are the seafood I asked you to buy? Do you have money on your phone? I'll transfer a thousand to you, go ahead and buy it!"
The tone was still one of disdain and disdain, but Feng Biao felt that his father had become much more generous, actually willing to give him 1,000 yuan to buy seafood. Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The three of them were a little stunned. Feng Biao's mother turned around and opened the door, only to see a man in a black suit standing at the door.
"You are……"
Feng Biao was also curious.
The man in the black suit was not very old, only about thirty years old. He nodded and smiled at Feng Biao's mother, then waved to Feng Biao and said, "Hello, Mr. Feng, hello uncle, hello aunt."
Smiling and greeting, the young man in the black suit handed over a card with both hands and said, "Mr. Feng, your ID card was lost in the VIP room. I brought it to you."
Feng Biao reached out to take it in a daze. The young man smiled and said, "I won't disturb Mr. Feng's family reunion. I'll leave first."
"Don't go! Come in and have a seat and some tea."
Feng Biao's father seemed very polite at this time, but he immediately said to Feng Biao: "Did you lose your ID card?"
It's still the same as before. No matter how old he is, he still has no vision and will never get ahead in his life.
Feng Biao sighed inwardly, and then he said to the young man in black: "Thank you, you are..."
"Oh, I'm a ground-taker, a ground-taker."
The fact that someone was able to deliver his ID card to Feng Biao just as he entered the door showed that Feng Biao was being monitored.
While he was impressed by the high efficiency, Feng Biao was very disgusted with the surveillance he was under.
Well, no one likes to have their every move under the scrutiny of others, even those with well-intentions.
So Feng Biao asked again: "Which unit are you from? Can you tell me?"
The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "National Security."
"Uh, well, I..."
The young man smiled and said, "We are just sending you something. You just came back and we have to greet you. We have no other intentions. We will leave soon."
"Oh, okay, thank you."
Feng Biao thanked him politely, and the young man nodded politely, left and closed the door.
The whole family was still in a state of confusion, and then Feng Biao's father suddenly asked: "He called you Mr. Feng?"
"Well, sit down, Mom, don't go buy anything. I'm not hungry. We ate a lot on the plane. Let's take a break and go out to eat, or just have a simple meal."
Feng Biao didn’t know what to say. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but now, his parents wanted to ask even more.
"Why didn't you call me? I was worried to death."
Feng Biao's mother began to blame her son, and tears flowed down her face as she spoke.
"Hey, Guoan, it's not the Guoan team, what does Guoan do, Guoan..."
There was a knock on the door again.
The family of three had just sat down when Feng Biao opened the door.
There were two people outside the door, a man and a woman. The man was in his forties and the woman looked to be in her twenties.
The men wore white shirts and black suits, and the women wore business suits.
"Hello, hello, are you Mr. Feng?"
"Uh, it's me."
"I am the president of the Jinghai branch of the Jinmen Bank. I received a notice from my superiors asking me to come to your home to handle a deposit for you. Please see..."
"Oh, come in, please."
The bank president didn't seem to expect that he would come to a small, cramped, old and run-down house to do business.
But the president's professionalism keeps him smiling.
Feng Biao had no choice but to say to his father: "Dad, make room for him."
Feng Biao's father quickly stood up and made room for the only sofa while asking in confusion, "What the hell? The president?"
The president smiled politely, and at Feng Biao's suggestion, he sat down next to Feng Biao and said with a smile, "Mr. Feng, just take a photo of your ID card. I have prepared your bank card."
As the president spoke, the female clerk took out an exquisite cardboard envelope, opened it, placed the cardboard envelope on the small, old coffee table, and then placed a black bank card on the envelope.
Feng Biao breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone and called Luca.
The call was answered quickly, and when it was connected, Luca whispered, "Hello?"
"I'm home, transfer 20 million dollars to this account."
The woman could understand English. She tried her best to hide it, but still showed a slightly shocked expression.
Feng Biao hung up the phone. The president looked at Feng Biao and seemed a little embarrassed, so Feng Biao said naturally: "It doesn't matter. You can call me anything."
The president immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Feng, I will convert 20 million US dollars into RMB for you. According to today's exchange rate, it is 100 million..."
"How many!"
Feng Biao's father was shocked. He was distracted and didn't hear the last digit, and he refused to believe his ears.
Feng Biao said calmly: "My father, well, go on."
The president waved, and his assistant took out an envelope again. Then the president smiled and said, "This is a family card for you. The annual interest rate is 3.5. All the interest will be deposited into this account monthly. The account name is your mother's name."
Feng Biao nodded, picked up the card, and said, "Mom, take it. From now on, you can withdraw money from this card. Also, you will be in charge of our family's money from now on."
The atmosphere in the room was still somewhat solemn.
The bank president just smiled because the card was currently empty.
But soon, the president's assistant's phone rang. After taking a look, she could no longer hide her surprise and suddenly said, "President Ma, the money has arrived...it has arrived."
(End of this chapter)