Chapter 卢景不答反问道你知道经国的爷爷是谁吗？

Lu Jing didn't answer but instead asked, "Do you know who Jingguo's grandfather is?"

Tao Siming shook his head. He had only joined the Anti-Black and White Alliance for ten years, and Deng Jingguo's father had already returned to the Lingjing twelve years ago.

The Anti-Black and White Alliance was actually the Deng family's foundation. He was at most a rising star who became a shareholder based on his outstanding business ability. Of course, Tao Siming and Jingguo were like-minded good brothers, not outsiders.

That's why he could sit here for tonight's conversation.

"My grandfather?" Deng Jingguo also frowned. "From childhood to adulthood, I never heard my father mention my grandfather."

The name Huo Zhengkui set off a huge wave in the hearts of Deng Jingguo and Tao Siming. Both sovereigns who had seen great storms were stunned.

Among the Chinese walkers in New York County, almost no one didn't know Huo Zhengkui. Well, the new generation of children may not understand, but those middle-aged and elderly people know exactly who Huo Zhengkui is.

He was the founder of the Lingjing Xingzhe organization (gang) in New York County's Chinatown, a walker who was active in the last century.

Since immigration, the Chinese in New York County have always suffered unfair treatment, capital oppression, and racial discrimination. Overseas Chinese were engaged in dirty and tiring work that white people were unwilling to do, such as mines, farms, cigar factories, and lumber yards.

When the free federal economic crisis arrived, a large number of white people lost their jobs and did dirty and tiring work, but the Chinese could still have enough food and clothing. Thus, they became the target of the government's transfer of conflicts.

The white population criticized them, and the government took advantage of the situation to promulgate the Chinese Exclusion Act, and the Chinese lived a very difficult life.

Against this background, a Lingjing Xingzhe organization (gang) emerged. This gang was called the "Brotherhood," connecting the poor at the bottom and the wealthy class at the top. It cooperated with the government, gambled, and dealt with the exploitation of the capitalist class. When necessary, it even resorted to armed resistance.

At its peak, nine out of ten Chinese in the Brotherhood were members of the organization.

But the complex structure of new members also led to internal instability. When Huo Zhengkui was alive, everyone obeyed him, and the Brotherhood maintained itself stumble.

After Huo Zhengkui returned to the Lingjing, with the help of the New York County government, the Brotherhood split into three major organizations, which are now the well-known Chinese Lingjing Xingzhe organizations: the Black Dragon Hall, the Baolin Hall, and the Hong Gang.

"My dad is Huo Zhengkui's illegitimate son?" Deng Jingguo murmured to himself.

Lu Jing nodded, his tone vicissitudes of life: "When Old Man Huo returned to the Lingjing, your dad was just a nobody. When the Brotherhood split, he didn't dare to reveal his identity. He took me out to work hard alone. As our levels got higher and higher, we established the Anti-Black and White Alliance. The reason for taking this name is, on the one hand, to inherit Old Man Huo's legacy, and on the other hand, who hasn't been exploited by those guys in the Free State?"

"Before the Pope died, he gave something to Old Man Huo. Maybe it was because Old Man Huo was Chinese. At that time, he was still wearing a Qing Dynasty braid, which seemed out of place in Europe. No one thought that the Pope would give the precious legacy to a yellow man with a braid."

"So. Old Man Huo left Europe with the Pope's legacy and came to New York County to establish the Brotherhood. In his later years, Jingguo's father passed the legacy on to his illegitimate son, who is Jingguo's father."

"This is because the illegitimate son's identity is more hidden. For the same reason, my brother also passed the Pope's legacy on to Li Zifeizhang."

If Old Man Huo couldn't get it for some reason, he should have passed it on to his powerful descendants so that future generations could complete it. At the very least, he should have traded it to Tianfa (Punishment) rather than giving it to an illegitimate son."

Deng Jingguo snorted coldly: "Although my dad is an illegitimate son, he is also a Lingjing Xingzhe, a stronger Lingjing Xingzhe than us."

Tao Siming, who had the air of a scholar, gave a wry smile: "Then your father's actions are incomprehensible. Why did he give it to Jia Feizhang instead of you? Did Uncle Deng think that Jia Feizhang could also become a Lingjing Xingzhe?"

"None of this matters anymore." Lu Jing said in a deep voice: "The Pope's legacy cannot fall into the hands of others. Now that Jia Feizhang is dead, Jingguo will keep it. We must take back the Pope's legacy."

Deng Jingguo frowned: "Uncle Jing, we don't even know who the enemy is, how can we take it back? We may not have the strength to take it back."

The silver-haired Lu Jing was particularly aggressive and immediately said, "Then report it to Tianfa (Punishment) and let Tianfa (Punishment) take it back. That way, at least we can get a benefit fee from Tianfa (Punishment)."

Deng Jingguo and Tao Siming looked at each other and did not object.

"Then it's decided." Lu Jing took out his phone and planned to contact the higher-ups of Tianfa (Punishment)'s New York County branch. "I've had several contacts with Winnie Bertram. She's an upright Lightning Mage and doesn't give special treatment to anyone."

At this moment, Tao Siming's phone rang. He picked it up and his expression changed slightly: "Wait!"

Lu Jing and Deng Jingguo looked over.

Tao Siming's expression was strange. He held up his phone and pointed it at the two of them, "The task we posted on the Hunter's Guild has been completed!"

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Yuanqing got up, washed up, and came to the living room. He saw Annie had already set the breakfast and considerately tore the fried dough sticks into pieces and soaked them in salty soy milk.

Her own breakfast was fried eggs, toast, bacon, and sweet soy milk.

"Why do you eat sweet soy milk?"

"I'm not used to eating salty soy milk."

"Promise me, don't just drink soy milk in the future."

After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing put his phone in his pocket, twisted the doorknob, and walked out of the house. He happened to see Cao Qianxiu leading her younger brother out.

There were still tears on Cao Chao's face, and he was holding a popsicle in his hand. It was unknown whether he had been beaten by his mother or his sister.

The two sides were about to meet face to face. Cao Qianxiu suddenly stopped, her eyes lit up slightly, but she restrained herself from speaking and froze in place.

Zhang Yuanqing took the initiative to step forward and touched Cao Chao's head, and smiled, "What's wrong?"

"Go back now and shout at your mom, 'Call me handsome!'" Zhang Yuanqing said, "She will let you eat two popsicles."

"Really?" The little boy opened his innocent eyes.

"That's how I used to shout at my mom when I was a kid. It will definitely work!" Zhang Yuanqing gave him courage and encouragement.

Cao Chao thought about it, and out of longing for the popsicle and trust in the brother next door, he opened the anti-theft door with high fighting spirit and rushed into the living room to confront the landlady.

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing look at the girl next door and take the initiative to say, "Sorry, I concealed my true level."

Cao Qianxiu gave a forced smile: "We didn't have enough trust at the time. Who would tell a stranger their true level?"

Cao Qianxiu hesitated and asked tentatively, "Then, about joining the Anti-Black and White Alliance..."!

"I think it's quite interesting. Before I return to China, I will be a member of the sixth group of the Anti-Black and White Alliance. Remember to find me if you have anything. Wages are not allowed to be in arrears." Zhang Yuanqing gave a positive answer.

Cao Qianxiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, if there are usual team gatherings..."

"If I have time, I will participate." Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

A hint of a smile appeared on the girl's face.

At this moment, a pig-killing scream came from inside the house. Cao Chao ran out wailing, tears streaming down his face, and looked at Zhang Yuanqing with heartbreak, complaining with his cries.

The popsicle in his hand was also gone.

Cao Chao cried even louder.

"Okay, okay, now you go knock on the door, Auntie Annie will compensate you with a bag of snacks."

Cao Chao instantly stopped crying: "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Zhang Yuanqing asked rhetorically.

"Yeah!" Cao Chao jumped and knocked on the door.

Looking at her brother's silly look, Cao Qianxiu's expression was a little complicated: "Sometimes I wonder, are you really a scout? I remember scouts are soldiers, serious and upright."

"That's because you don't understand the Second District. There are outliers in any group. Seriousness and uprightness are the group's temperament, not the individual's temperament. There are always some who are not serious and not upright enough." Zhang Yuanqing gave her a head massage: "I know a Fire Master who is more knowledgeable than a Scholar. I also know a Scholar who is more exaggerated than a Fire Master, and there is also a powerful scout who likes to hear people flatter him and likes to see people kowtow to him."

Cao Qianxiu listened carefully.

At 9:30 in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in plain clothes and disguised as the bald-headed middle-aged Jia Feizhang, walked into the Mesozoic Bank Building.

"Please wait a moment!" The female receptionist lowered her head to operate the computer. After a moment, she raised her head and said, "Will George has been retired for many years."

Zhang Yuanqing said, "I'm here to open the safe deposit box, the number is..."

Transparent vortexes appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, "You've already seen my valid documents."

The female receptionist was in a trance for a moment, then smiled: "Please, please come with me!"

She led Zhang Yuanqing into the bank and knocked on the manager's door: "Manager, this gentleman is here to open the safe deposit box."