Linghu Buqi heard this, and the wine cup in his hand shook.

"Are you here to find me?"

"That's right! Someone gave me a prompt. I thought about it and it seemed that the person asked me to come to you."

"who?"

"Xiamen, Xia Yu, do you know each other?"

Gao Ang stared at Linghu Buqi's eyes, feeling his heartbeat and pulse.

"Xiamen, Xia Yu?"

Linghu Buqi murmured for a few words, and his eyebrows were almost gathered together, "I don't know you, I don't remember you, I haven't heard of you."

Seeing Gao Ang's disbelief, Linghu Buqi laughed at himself, "Yes, no one believes anyone like me to be honest, but I can... in the name of my ancestors, I really don't know the two names you mentioned."

After thinking for a long time, Linghu Buqi could only guarantee it in the name of his ancestors.

Personal credibility? It's gone long ago.

Personal character? How can he have any character...

Gao Angqi believed him, picked up the wine glass filled with Linghu Bugu, and smelled it, "It's quite fragrant, it's not too short, right?"

"Twenty years of age, Maotai is a waste for foreigners to drink. When I saw you, I was sure that you were my compatriot."

“Comrades?”

Gao Ang took a sip, shook the wine cup in his hand, and smiled, "Are you still a native of the Eastern Republic?"

This sentence stopped Linghu Buqi.

Yes, is he still from the Eastern Kingdom?

In theory, he is, not.

He has Eastern Country's nationality and Eastern Country's passport, but at the same time, Shanguo also sent him a passport and a green card.

There is a problem that the Eastern Kingdom does not recognize a double passport.

From the moment he decided to settle in the mountain country, he had automatically admitted to giving up his Eastern country passport.

So, fundamentally speaking, he is already a foreigner and has become a typical "barbarian" and "traitor" in textbooks.

Another sip, Linghu Buqi stuffed the white wine in the wine cup in one sip, picked up the thick Moutai bottle and asked to refill it.

After thinking about it, the wine cup was so irritating that it poured it straight towards the red wine cup.

"Gudong Gudong"

I poured a full cup directly, at least three or three taels, and it was a bit boring.

This made Gao Ang unable to understand. Is this drunken sorrow?

The question is, is it necessary for a traitor to pretend in front of him?

Or is he tired of his current life and wants to turn back?

Moutai’s alcohol is very strong, and Linghu Buqi had already drunk red wine before. This mixture suddenly became a little awkward and spoke a little.

"My passport may no longer be from the Eastern Kingdom, but the blood flows from the Eastern Kingdom. Do you know, you are the first time I have met the Eastern Kingdom in more than three years. Those immigrants are not counted, those immigrants are all second-guess, who have made money from the country and come out to be free and easy. Yes, what is the difference between me and them?"

"It's different, I'm different from them. I'm spending foreigners' money, hahaha!"

"They just wanted to deal with Lao Xia, to reveal the 303rd Bureau, and even to borrow my name as a former capital tycoon to smear the Dongguo."

"But I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I didn't do any of these things."

Linghu Buqi mysteriously approached Gao Qiang, and his steps were a little shaken, "I'm not a fool. The more I say, the lower my value will be."

"Did you see this?"

Linghu Buqi pointed around, "This manor, these luxury goods and these good wines are given to me by those bastards. They asked me to go online from time to time, say some bad things, and even read them according to the manuscripts they compiled. If I don't read them, they will hit me, hit me hard, and cut my little jj with a knife... They are all beasts!"

Gao Ang took out his ears, what a guy, what's going on with this?

"Some things are not my intention. I know that I have hurt many people, my parents, my wife and children... I also want to go back to China, but I can't go back!"

Linghu Buqi ran to the window, opened the curtain, and yelled at the outside, "Those bastards have weapons in their hands. As long as I dare to leave this building, they will dare to shoot. What should I do if you say me?"

Gao Ang put down the wine cup and put on his wardrobe and hat. "If you didn't do those stupid things at the beginning, nothing would happen? After all, isn't it your own problem? In one word, it's your own fault."

If it were an ordinary person, he might be moved by Linghu Buqi's tearful performance, and even a little sympathy.

But Gao Yang didn't.

Nine years of compulsory education taught him something, and saw the essence through phenomena.

Linghu Buqi said so much, even saying that he had suffered tragic persecution.

But what is the reason? Is it because he betrayed his motherland?

If he hadn't taken that step and stayed in China honestly, would he have had his current tragic experience?

And isn’t it his own choice to take that step?

Is anyone forcing him? No one.

Just as he and Iwanda said before, what beliefs and methods are different?

It's all nonsense, to put it bluntly, it's selfishness at work.

Now, after being self-defeated, he became the failed party and was under house arrest, he began to regret it?

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, I'm not here to listen to you, tell me, what's the secret about you? Why did someone ask me to come to you from thousands of miles away?"

Gao Ang couldn't guess what Xiamen and Xia Yu were planning.

But he could roughly infer their purpose.

Linghu Buqi should know some things related to them, and these things may make the judgement of them at a high price.

This reasoning is very simple. Gao Ang has been tying Xiamen and Xia Yu recently. These two people must have seen it and been anxious in their hearts.

Because not only Gao Ang was tracking, some people in Kyoto began to follow Gao Ang's ideas and began to investigate the two of them, and some even began to investigate the 303rd Bureau.

So, these two people, or the others behind them, were anxious.

I just thought about what method to use to dispel Gao Yang's hostility towards them.

The best way is to find an intermediary to express your love.

But so far, Gao Ang has not found anyone who has told them about love to Xiamen. Maybe they have always been more independent?

Then the next step is to prove it yourself.

The problem is that they cannot show up yet, as long as they show up, they will definitely be arrested.

Therefore, their hope can only be placed on Gaoang. As long as Gaoang is willing to let them go, the problem will not be too big.

However, they could not persuade Gao An directly, because in that case, it would be a bit suspicious of Wang Po selling melons.

So a third party is needed, and this third party must be someone closely related to Xiamen or Xia Yu, so I thought of Linghu Buqi?

Linghu Buqi is very familiar with Xia Jiancheng and even knows some inside information about the initial establishment of the 303 Bureau.

If he could say something, it might be useful?

But Gao Ang also felt that there were flaws in his inference, and he always felt that things would not be that simple.

After hearing Gao Ang's words, Linghu Buqi was obviously stunned.

After being sarcastic by Gao Ang, the alcohol also passed a little.

Moutai is good, it won’t be too much to drink.

Unbuttoned the buttons on his clothes and opened his big belly. Linghu Buqi collapsed on the sofa, "Ask me, whom I ask, I don't know much. At most, I'm a businessman. I don't understand what secrets can I know. Whether it's the mountain government, you, or the stinky bitch just now, why are you staring at me? Are you really so idle?"

Linghu Buqi seemed to be planning to break the ball to death, and his words were getting more and more rushing. He caught Gao Ang and squirted.

Gao Ang was not angry, but looked at Linghu Buqi with interest.

His eyes made the guy feel a little scared, and he smiled and stared at him, "What do you want to do?"

While talking, he tied the unbuttoned buttons back.

"Get out, I'm not interested in you!"

Gao Ang didn't know what this bastard was thinking, frowned in disgust, "Sit down and let's have a good chat."

Linghu curled up obediently on the sofa. After drinking, his courage seemed to have become smaller.

"The two people who asked me to come to you have something to do with the 303rd Game. Let's talk to me about the 303rd Game first."

"Block 303," Linghu Buqi shrank on the sofa, his eyes drifting, and his thoughts seemed to return to those years.

"In those years, Lao Xia and I were all trading stocks at the beginning.

Some people are short-term, some are trending, and some are low-priced.

We met in a place called Taogu Bar. I had the most funds at that time, and the total amount was about 30 million.

Old Xia was in trouble. At that time, he was still a young boy, earning a few hundred yuan a month, a miserable sum.
To be continued...