Sea City.
There was a very special villa in the city center.
The villa was surrounded by a green area. As far as the eye could see, there were no other houses besides this villa.
Further away were tall buildings.
In City B, where every inch of land was extremely expensive, everyone wanted to build their houses into the sky. However, there was a green space that was at least half the size of a football field here. It was obvious that the owner of this villa was very wealthy.
The villa was not as brightly lit as the houses in the distance.
There was a yellow and dim lamp at the door, making people feel as if they had traveled back in time. Looking at the red but old carpet on the ground, one could not help but wonder about the taste of the owner of this villa.
They were already living in such a big villa. Couldn't they change to a better carpet?
Boom!
At this moment, a red flag sedan and two cars from the Anding Bureau arrived outside the villa.
Soon, an old man in a military coat stepped out of the red flag sedan. He was over fifty years old, and his face was weathered. His two deep-set eyes were deep and bright, and he looked very spirited.
Behind him, a few soldiers in military uniforms and loaded guns alighted from two Security Bureau cars.
"Leader, we're here!"
A middle-aged man in a military uniform stepped forward and carefully walked to the side of the old man as he spoke respectfully.
This person was Zhao Jianyu, the director of the First Department of Anding.
The armed soldiers behind him were the old man's security guards.
"You guys just wait outside."
"Today is a family banquet. I want to spend time with my grandson.”
The old man said indifferently. His tone was very calm, but it revealed an unquestionable dignity.
"Yes, Leader!"
Zhao Jianyu nodded. The security officers behind him stood upright at the entrance of the villa, guarding the safety of the leader.
Zhao Jianyu, the head of the First Division of the Security Bureau, did not dare to neglect this leader. This was the only general in China since the founding of the country, Yang Zhen.
The third leader of China.
Bang bang bang ~~~
Yang Zhen gently knocked on the door.
Not long after, the door was opened.
"Grandpa!"
A robust child poked his head out, then opened his toot arms and jumped at the old man.
"Ouch!"
"My little grandson missed Grandpa so much.”
Yang Zhen revealed a kind smile. He picked up the child and walked into the living room of the villa.
The living room was very simple and didn't have many luxurious decorations.
Looking around, he could not see anything valuable.
There were no famous paintings or antiques.
The floor was made of wood and looked old. In the middle of the hall was a sofa. The sofa was purplish red in color and looked like something from 20 to 30 years ago.
Opposite the sofa was an ordinary LCD TV. Beside the TV were a few cabinets. On the cabinets were a few worthless porcelain and some family photos.
"I haven't seen him for half a year, and my little grandson has grown a lot taller.”
Yang Zhen rubbed the child's head dotingly, his chin constantly rubbing against the child's toot little face.
"Grandpa, it's so itchy!“
"Your beard is hurting me."
The child pouted and pinched Yang Zhen's old face with disgust.
"Yo! Is your grandson despising your grandfather?”
Yang Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Yang Ning, don't be rude to grandpa.”
At this moment, a middle-aged man in an apron walked out of the kitchen and glared at the child in Yang Zhen's arms. Then, he looked at Yang Zhen with a smile."Dad, come here."
"Today is a family banquet. How can I not come?”
"Besides, I haven't seen my grandson for half a year.”
Yang Zhen said with a smile. Only at home would he reveal the appearance of a kind old man and enjoy the happiness of family.
"Dad, you're here."
"Yes."
Yang Zhen nodded." Is everyone here?”
"Dad, everyone's here. We're just waiting for you.”
"Our family hasn't had a reunion dinner for a long time.”
The middle-aged man nodded.
"Dad, quickly take a seat."
A beautiful woman in a purple cheongsam wiped her hands and carried the child in Yang Zhen's arms over." Yang Ning, your grandfather is tired. Let me carry him for a while. I'll give you a big drumstick later."”
"I don't want Mommy to carry me, I want Aunty to carry me!”
The child in the beautiful woman's arms pouted.
"You child!"
The beautiful woman glared at the child in her arms.
"Sister, let me carry Yang Ning.”
At this moment, a beautiful woman in a skintight mini colored dress walked over from behind the beautiful woman and directly carried the child in the beautiful woman's arms.
"Aunty is the best to me."
The child giggled and kissed the beauty on the face, rubbing his head against her chest.
"Alright, take your seats."
"Today is a family banquet. Let's have a good chat.”
Yang Zhen waved his hand and sat at the head of the table.
"Tsk tsk!"
"This family is amazing."
In the arms of a beautiful woman in a skin-tight, colorful dress, the child rolled his small black eyes, which were as bright as gems, and sized up everyone at the table.
His name was Yang Ning, and he was five years old this year.
Actually, he did not belong to this world.
However, he had accidentally transmigrated and became the most favored third generation in the family, growing up in the doting of everyone.
At the head of the table was his grandfather, Yang Zhen, the third leader of China and the only general.
The middle-aged man in a suit was his father, Yang Shuo, a reclusive super tycoon with assets of five trillion US dollars. According to his father, his wealth was enough to rank in the top three of the world's richest people.
Even the richest man in China, Ma Xiaoyun, was just a beggar in front of him.
As for the beautiful woman in the purple cheongsam, she was his mother, Xiao You, a famous superstar in China.
The beauty hugging him was his aunt, Xiao Mei, the Soldier King of China. She had a hot body and a hot temper. She could beat up a hundred people alone.
There was also a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit. He was his uncle, Xiao Pingjing, the minister of a certain department in China who specialized in catching bad guys.
It could be said that if these people stomped their feet, the entire Divine Prefecture would tremble.
Unfortunately, he had become the third generation super heir, the only grandson of the Yang family. With such a background, it was difficult for him to keep a low profile.
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