Jinxi County, a coastal port in western Liaoning.
One of the docks had already been sealed off. Soldiers armed with live ammunition took control of the place.
Lieutenant General Feng Linge, commander of the 28th Infantry Division, was standing on the dock in a thick coat. Beside him was his trusted aide, the captain of the guards, Feng Zihui.
"Master, Young Master has been away for more than four years. This time, he won't leave again, right?”Feng Zihui said.
"Humph! Who knew where that little bastard was? He had been gone for more than four years. Other than the occasional telegram, there was no news. This time, it was almost the new year, so he was willing to come back. That kid has always had his own opinions since he was young. As his father, I can't control him.”Feng Linge shook his head helplessly.
Speaking of this son, Feng Linge was both proud and helpless.
Feng Ping had shown intelligence that was different from children of the same age, which made Feng Linge overjoyed. The Feng family's ancestors were all nobodies, and Feng Linge was just a mustache, which meant that he was a bandit. If the Feng family could produce a figure that brought honor to their ancestors, then their ancestors 'graves would really be smoking.
However, when Feng Ping was in his teens, he strongly requested to study abroad, which made Feng Linge very helpless.
"Commander, Young Master went to drink some foreign ink this time. West Point is the most advanced military academy in the United States of America. If Young Master could go to school there, his future would definitely be limitless!”
As a father, he naturally hoped that his son would be successful. When Feng Linge heard what Feng Zihui said, his old face was full of smiles.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the sea. The northern wind whistled, and it became colder. Even though Feng Linge was wearing a thick coat, he could not help but feel a chill, let alone the soldiers.
Just as Feng Linge was about to get impatient, a huge ship appeared at the horizon.
Soon, the ship was getting closer and closer. The huge hull was like a small mountain.
"Master, Young Master is back. Young Master mentioned this ship in the telegram!”Feng Zihui shouted excitedly.
"Haha! That kid is finally back. He made me drink so much cold wind here!”Feng Linge laughed loudly.
Then, they saw Feng Ping standing on the bow of the ship. It had been four years since they last met, and it was obvious that Feng Ping was stronger and more energetic than before.
The ship docked, and Feng Ping took the lead to get off the gangway.
"Father, I'm back!" Standing in front of Feng Linge, Feng Ping couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
Although Feng Linge was his deadbeat father, it was undeniable that Feng Linge really doted on him. Perhaps it was because he was the only son, he could do whatever he wanted.
"Alright, I haven't seen you in a few years. You've grown into an adult!”Feng Linge patted Feng Ping's shoulder.
"Young Master, are you still leaving after coming back this time?”Feng Zihui asked.
"Uncle Hui, I'm not leaving this time.”Feng Ping said.
"Good, good, as long as you don't leave!" Feng Zihui repeatedly agreed.
When Feng Delin heard this, his face was full of smiles.
"Right, Dad, these are my friends, Simon and Davidson.”Feng Ping introduced Feng Linge.
"This is my father, the lieutenant general of the 28th Infantry Division.”
"Hello, General!" Simon and Davidson were very respectful.
Even though Feng Linge was nothing to them. After all, China's international status was very low.
However, Feng Linge was Simon's boss's father, and Davidson was Feng Ping's best friend.
After some small talk, Feng Ping invited Feng Linge onto the ship.
"Father, I brought some gifts back this time. Let's go on board and take a look!”Feng Ping said with a smile.
"Good!" Feng Linge nodded. He wanted to see what Feng Ping was up to.
The group of people arrived at the cargo hold of the ship.
When the containers were opened one by one, Feng Linge and the others were completely stunned.
The rifles were glistening with oil. There were also many light and heavy machine guns and even cannons.
"Kid, what did you do? Did you rob the American arsenal?”Feng Linge asked.
"Don't worry, Dad. These weapons and equipment are definitely legitimate. This is my gift to you. 20,000 rifles, 1,000 light machine guns, 200 heavy machine guns, 200 mortars, 36 75mm field cannons, 12 105mm light howitzers, and ammunition!”Feng Ping appeared very calm as if the Military Fire was insignificant to him.
These firearms were produced by Feng Ping's own arsenal. Compared to his huge family fortune, this was nothing at all.
"Commander, it seems that Young Master has made a fortune in the United States of America this time!”Feng Zihui laughed.
Feng Delin looked at Feng Ping suspiciously. He felt that after not seeing him for more than four years, his son had more secrets. However, since his son had given him such a huge gift, he naturally wouldn't settle it.
"Alright, I'm very satisfied with your gift. With these firearms, I can expand two more infantry divisions!”Feng Linge cheered loudly.
In this era, warlords were desperately expanding their armies. Only with an army could one have territory and greater power.
"Dad, get someone to secretly transport these firearms back to Beizhen (Beizhen City in Jin Zhou in the future)! He had to be careful not to leak the news.”Feng Ping specially instructed.
Feng Linge nodded. He was half a horse, so he naturally knew what Feng Ping was worried about.
Then, the father and son left the dock in a carriage and rushed to Northtown.
North Town was Feng Linge's old nest. Feng Ping's mother was still anxiously waiting for this son.
"Father, this is another gift for you!”In the carriage, Feng Ping gave a check to Feng Linge.
"What is this?" Feng Linge frowned.
"A cheque from the City Bank for two million dollars. If converted into silver dollars, it would be about ten million!”Feng Ping said.
"Where did you get so much money?" Feng Linge was speechless.
Feng Ping had given him so many firearms before, and now he gave him a check for two million dollars. One had to know that even though he had spent his entire life in the military, he had earned a lot of money as a tiger and now as a teacher. However, his entire fortune was probably not as much as the gift Feng Ping gave him today.
Even though Feng Linge knew that his son had been extraordinary since he was young. However, he was also deeply shocked.
"Dad, I've been in America these few years. Other than going to school, I've also done some business. His luck was pretty good, so he transferred a lot of money. Don't worry, father. This money is just a small matter to me!”
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