The father and daughter had been arguing for almost half an hour.

My mouth was dry and I finally stopped.

Yang Yu raised his hand and looked at his watch.

Forty-five minutes have passed.

Then I picked up my cell phone and made a few calls to ask.

The men guarding various intersections did not notice any cars coming.

Yang Yu said to Yang Caiwei with a proud look on his face: "There are still more than ten minutes left, and it is impossible for Lin Feng to come over. Just give up on this! Haha!"

The words just fell.

The sound of a helicopter sounded.

From far to near, and then stop over the villa.

Yang Yu quickly ran to the balcony and looked into the sky.

A military helicopter is hovering dozens of meters in the air.

The air flow generated messed up Yang Yu's hair.

What's even more confusing is his heart.

Because he saw the helicopter door open.

Then, damn Lin Feng appeared.

Hanging on a rope, he slid down to the courtyard of the villa.

The helicopter took away the rope and flew away immediately.

Lin Feng looked at Yang Yu on the balcony on the second floor and said with a smile: "Brother Tudou, there are still ten minutes to go. I'm not late, am I?"

"This...how is this possible!"

Yang Yu couldn't believe his eyes.

Yang Caiwei stepped on her high heels and ran downstairs.

Then he threw himself into Lin Feng's arms.

"Senior Brother Lin, I knew you would come. You have never let me down every time!"

Yang Caiwei was very excited.

But she still didn't forget her father, "Senior Brother Lin, don't beat up my dad, okay?"

Lin Feng kissed Yang Caiwei on the face and said with a smile: "How could it be? He is your father, for your sake I will not beat him."

Of course that's not the reason.

It's because Brother Tudou wants to spend a lot of money.

One billion euros, calculated according to the current exchange rate, is more than 8 billion domestic currencies.

He is a good person who gives so much money to himself, so how can he be beaten?

…

A moment later, the living room on the first floor of the villa.

"Miss Liu, long time no see!"

Lin Feng reached out and shook Zhang Yao's hand.

Then Zhang Yao introduced to Lin Feng: "Mr. Lin, this is Yang Yu, Mr. Yang."

Then he said to Yang Yu: "Mr. Yang, this is Mr. Lin Fenglin I want to introduce to you. His English name is Libes."

Zhang Yao pretended not to know that Lin Feng and Yang Yu knew each other.

"Are you Libes!?"

Yang Yu looked shocked.

Then he frowned and looked at Zhang Yao with confusion.

Zhang Yao's expression remained unchanged and he smiled and said: "Mr. Yang, there is something I forgot to tell you.

It was Mr. Lin who came to me first and wanted to sign a contract with us, but we were not satisfied with the conditions offered by Mr. Lin..."

After Zhang Yao finished speaking, Yang Yu suddenly realized.

It turns out that Lin Feng had also made plans for Hantuan.

It's a pity that Lin Feng's thinking is a bit narrow. As a businessman, profit is enough.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu felt a little proud again.

But soon I felt sad because of the 1 billion euro dowry.

Yang Yu is not a good person, but he has one advantage, that is, he never defaults on his money when he loses a bet with Lin Feng.

Of course it's because I don't dare.

He has a net worth of tens of billions. Since meeting Lin Feng, he has made a lot of money, but his net worth is shrinking.

So painful!

Tomorrow, no! Go to the temple now and find a master to calculate it for yourself.

See if your horoscope is being suppressed by Lin Feng.

"Brother Tudou, oh no, Lao Yang, from now on, Caiwei is my wife. Where is the dowry?"

Lin Feng said and stretched out his hand to Yang Yu.

"Ahem!"

After Yang Yu coughed twice, he asked: "Lin Feng, what is the year, month and hour of your birth? I will go and do the horoscopes for you and Caiwei."

Lin Feng waved his hand, "What age are we in now? We don't care about this."

Yang Yu shook his head, "No, let's get together, just go through the motions."

"All right!"

Lin Feng nodded and told his birth date.

The birthday is real, because it is printed on the ID card, but it is based on the Gregorian calendar.

The lunar calendar birthday needs to be converted.

As for the time of birth, it is completely nonsense.

Only a fool told Yang Yu the detailed time of birth.

What if this old boy draws circles and curses himself, or pricks himself with a needle with a little paper figurine?

Yang Yu remembered Lin Feng's birth date and said with a smile: "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. You and Xiaoliu have fun, haha!"

I want to run away now, but there is no door!

Lin Feng grabbed Yang Yu and reminded: "Lao Yang, Cai Wei's dowry!"

Yang Yu's heart moved, "Well... I'll give it to you when you and Caiwei get married! Young people, you have to work hard and stop worrying about the dowry given by your father-in-law, okay?"

Lin Feng didn't say anything. He raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist.

Yang Yu quickly said: "You're just kidding, young people should not be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

As I talked, I sighed in my heart.

He took out the checkbook, wrote the amount, signed his name, tore it off and handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at the check. The amount on it was 8 billion. There was no problem.

Then he handed the check to Yang Caiwei, "Daughter-in-law, this money is your dowry, you keep it!"

These three words "daughter-in-law" made Yang Caiwei feel that her heart almost melted.

Her father left in a huff and forgot to say goodbye.

Lin Feng sent Yang Yu outside the gate.

Those who spend money are distinguished guests.

…

Yang Yu got into a Rolls-Royce. There were two cars at the front and back, and more than a dozen bodyguards. It was quite a grand occasion.

After the car started moving, Yang Yu said to the driver: "Go to Taoist Master Kongming."

"Okay boss!"

The driver agreed and immediately used the intercom to notify the car ahead of him.

The Taoist Master Kongming mentioned by Yang Yu is an old Taoist priest who lives not far from the villa Zhang Yao bought.

Arrived in less than half an hour.
To be continued...