Chapter 662 Waste
Chapter 662 Waste
Feng Biao was fine, he just felt uneasy for some reason these days.
He knew that Gao Yi was in some trouble in the United States and that he had just experienced a fierce exchange of fire in New York, but Feng Biao was not sure what exactly had happened because Gao Yi would not inform him of some things.
So Feng Biao couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Although he knew that Gao Yi was very powerful and no one could beat him unarmed, as a sniper, and a very, very good sniper at that, Feng Biao also knew how to kill Gao Yi with just one bullet.
No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife, let alone a bullet that can take your life from hundreds of meters away.
I want to advise Gao Yi to hide when he should. It's good to be back. He shouldn't live too comfortably. The most important thing is that after he comes back, any unfamiliar face should be captured immediately. All this talk of a crappy killer is nonsense.
Feng Biao was thinking about making a phone call, but before he could make the call, he received another one.
"Hello, Mr. Feng, is it convenient to talk now?"
The call was from Huang Haisheng.
With a jolt in his heart, Feng Biao immediately whispered, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing! I just wanted to ask you...um, what's going on with Teacher Gao?"
He came to inquire about the situation, not to inform me of what happened. Feng Biao immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't know much. I haven't contacted Teacher Gao in the past two days, but he is doing well now."
"Uh, did Mr. Gao go to Saudi Arabia?"
Feng Biao was stunned again, and then he immediately said: "I don't know."
After finishing speaking, Feng Biao felt that this might not be appropriate, so he quickly said: "I really don't know. Teacher Gao has been too busy recently and has not contacted me."
Huang Haisheng said calmly: "Yes, Mr. Gao has been very busy since he came back from the book. I'm not sure about his situation, and it's not easy to ask more."
Feng Biao thought for a moment and said, "You called me for something?"
"Nothing, I just thought I should tell you. I called Teacher Gao once but couldn't get through, so I'm not very convenient to call again. But we learned that the international black market is quite turbulent right now. As far as I know, many people on the black market are trying to harm Teacher Gao. Although I don't know the specific situation, I think it's better to let Teacher Gao come back and play for a few days. After all, many things are easier to handle here, and it's safer after all."
Feng Biao was completely relieved and said, "Okay, I will pass your words to Teacher Gao."
"Well, well, oh, there is one more thing, but I don't know whether I should say it or not..."
Feng Biao was stunned again, and then he immediately said: "Go ahead, tell me what you want to say."
"It's not a big deal. Mr. Feng, did you just buy a plane?"
Feng Biao was stunned for a moment, then again, and then again. After shaking his head vigorously, he said in astonishment: "Plane? No, no one has placed an order for a plane, a fighter jet or some kind of drone? You can't just buy one, right? Why would anyone want a plane?"
Huang Haisheng said hurriedly, "It's not a fighter jet, it's a private plane. Well, it seems that you don't know about this. I said, Mr. Feng, it's useless for you to buy a private plane, but it is more convenient to go abroad with a private plane. Forget it, it's okay, you can handle it yourself, we have already opened up the route, hey, I wouldn't say more if I had known, you go ahead and do your work."
Huang Haisheng hung up the phone, but Feng Biao was still confused.
"Private jet? What the hell?"
After hanging up the phone in a daze, Feng Biao thought about calling Gao Yi, but after hesitating for a moment, he felt that it was not convenient to make the call directly.
The main reason is that Gao Yi has too many things to do now, his identity is sensitive, and the people he meets are all important people. The most important thing is that no one knows what he is doing at the moment, so it is not appropriate to call him rashly.
It would be better to call someone close to Gao Yi, and the most suitable person would be Yuri or Lucy.
After thinking about it, Feng Biao decided to call Lucy.
Lucy is basically inseparable from Gao Yi, but when Gao Yi has something important to do, Lucy avoids him, so calling Lucy is equivalent to calling Gao Yi directly when he is not busy and is not in danger.
The call was made and quickly connected, and then Feng Biao heard Lucy say in an extremely tired and weak voice: "Hello, Feng Xiangvane, what's the matter?"
"Where's the boss?"
"He's sleeping. Should we wake him up?" Feng Biao thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. Let's wait until he wakes up. There's nothing urgent."
"Oh."
The phone hung up again.
Lucy is like this, she can never provide any emotional value, and sometimes she doesn't seem to be very sensible, but it's enough to know her character. At least, it's enough to know that Gao Yi is definitely fine now.
Gao Yi will definitely call back when he wakes up, but I don’t know how long I have to wait.
Feng Biao thought about it, put it down and pushed open the bedroom door.
Breakfast was already served in the restaurant. Seeing Feng Biao coming out, his mother hurriedly said, "Gabacai, eat it while it's hot."
Feng Biao was too lazy to go out, so his parents would bring him a portion when they went out for breakfast.
Normally, a grown man would not like to live with his parents, but Feng Biao is different. He was away from home too much in the past few years, and now he wants to live with his parents whenever he has time.
"There are still some buns. They're not too hot. If you want to eat them, I'll microwave them for you."
There were only four small buns. Feng Biao knew at a glance that they were the leftovers that his father had not finished eating and packed up for him. Although he is rich now and his father is rich too, this consumption habit cannot be changed in a short time.
"Oh, okay, what's the filling?"
Look at the filling of the buns and then decide whether to eat them.
"You are such a funny kid. What kind of filling could it have? It must be pork and green onions."
"It's hot, isn't it? Dad, can you bring me a basket of buns next time? It's more fun to eat just four of them."
"Isn't there a bowl of gabacai here? Can you finish the tray of buns? I say, get up earlier next time and let's go out to eat together. This gabacai will taste better if you take it back."
"I'd rather get some more sleep."
The conversation was meaningless, but Feng Biao liked it.
I was sitting at the dining table, stirring the food in the bowl and opening my mouth to eat when the phone rang.
Putting down his chopsticks, Feng Biao answered the phone, and then he heard Abdullah whisper, "Hey, brother, are you home? Pack your things and go to the airport. I'll wait for you at the airport."
Feng Biao immediately asked, "What's the matter?"
"That's good. You'll know when we meet. Let's not talk about it over the phone."
Abdullah knew that Feng Biao's phone call must be monitored, so he was always reluctant to say much on the phone.
Feng Biao immediately put down his chopsticks and said to his parents, "I'm not going to eat anymore. I have something urgent to do and I'm leaving."
He left immediately after saying so. Feng Biao's father was stunned for a moment, then said, "Eat a few bites, just eat a few bites... If you don't eat, it will be wasted."
Feng Biao shook his head and said, "No, let's go out to eat. I'm not hungry either."
"Is everything alright?"
The mother looked worried, but she would definitely not stop Feng Biao from going out, because she knew it was useless to stop him, and she also knew that her son would not say what he was going to do.
But this time Feng Biao said with a relaxed look: "Don't worry, it's good. I'm leaving now."
Feng Biao hurried out.
Seeing the door close, Feng Biao's father said helplessly, "It's okay. Look, he went out with a smile. Why are you looking at me? I'm full. You see, I can't eat any more. Put it in the refrigerator. I'll eat it at noon."
(End of this chapter)