Imposter Young Master
Chapter 346 - 349: In fact, you have two fiancees_1

Chapter 346: Chapter 349: In fact, you have two fiancees_1

"Sister Miao, why do you have that exasperated look on your face?" Yang Gang wondered aloud.

Zhang Miao rolled her eyes: "I don’t know what you’ve been saying to Xiaorou, all I know is, you’re an idiot!"

Yang Gang: ..

Zhang Miao gazed at Yang Gang, her mouth twitching as if wanting to say something but in the end, she kept silent.

She cut an apple for Yang Gang, gave him simple instructions and then left.

"Hmm..Sister Miao seems very busy. What exactly are Zhang Yu and the others planning?"

The friends Zhang Yu had over last night, were obviously genetically modified bounty hunters.

Right now, because of the ’I’m not Huang Rong’ prophecy, most of the bounty hunters stuck in Hangcheng had rushed to San Francisco. Zhang Yu, who always held a fierce interest in hunting the Perfect Form, had surprisingly stayed in Hangcheng. Not only that but he had also invited his bounty hunter friends to Hangcheng as well. This was clearly not normal.

Yang Gang thought about it over and over humming along as if he was guessing something. But he was not able to connect these speculations as he was missing crucial information.

After pondering for a while, and without making any breakthroughs, Yang Gang decided not to think about it any further.

He picked up his phone, realizing it was still switched off.

After turning it on, hundreds of missed calls popped up instantly. The majority were from Gu Xiaorou and Yang Fei, but in between those, was an international long-distance number that had just called.

It seemed to be from West Europe.

Yang Gang thought about it and then redialed the international long-distance number.

After a series of beeps, the call was picked up.

"Gang, why was your phone turned off? I was just about to leave from this public phone," a man’s voice came from the receiver.

Yang Gang became instantly suspicious: "What do you want? For the record, I’m broke!"

"I’m saying, Gang, what happened to your conscience? I slaved my life away to raise you, now how can you treat me this way? Can’t I make a phone call without wanting money from you?"

The person on the other side was Yang Gang’s foster father and master, who called himself Old Shaman.

Indeed, he is very much the shaman.

When Yang Gang was only a few years old, Old Shaman would instigate him to steal from underprivileged widows in the town below. Anything he stole was blamed on Yang Gang. Even when he already had a beauty like Red Moon as his girlfriend, he never ceased to flirt with other beautiful widows.

"Ahem, ahem, if we’re not talking business, then we’re a happy father and son," Yang Gang chuckled.

The Old Shaman corners of the mouth twitched slightly.

"Master, what is it you called for?" Yang Gang asked.

"Oh, it’s like this. There’s a flood in California and the refugees are struggling quite a lot. Your Aunt Hongyu felt bad and wanted to help them with some money. Now, I’m actually a bit short on cash recently, and I also don’t want to disappoint Aunt Hongyu, so, I thought, how about.."

"I’m broke!" Yang Gang interrupting with a disappointed look on his face. This old shaman had winded on and on, and it still all came down to asking for money.

The Old Shaman’s face also darkened: "Gang, how could you say that? If I hadn’t found you all those years ago, by now you would have become a little angel in heaven. All these years, I had to act as both your father and mother and lived a life of hardship. Do I deserve this?"

Yang Gang didn’t bite: "Enough with this. I was forced into the bounty world at thirteen. Over these years, most of the commission I earned has been frivolously squandered by you, and yet you actually have the audacity to say that."

"Gang, I’m serious this time. It’s not about me, didn’t you see the refugees in California, how pitiful.."

Yang Gang’s face darkened even more: "I checked just now, and it seems that there has been no flood in California recently in the United States, right? On the contrary, several places in our country have been hit by floods. I’ve decided to make a donation of ten million yuan to our domestic disaster area in your name."

"Ahem, Gang, send the money to me, and I will make the donation personally. It feels more real that way."

Yang Gang was rendered completely speechless: "Ah, I say, foster father, can you at least put some heart into your lies? You’re calling from a public phone in West Europe, claiming you’re in the United States. Do you take me for a fool!"

Old Shaman: ..

"To summarize, I’m broke, period!" Yang Gang prepared to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait." The Old Shaman hurriedly said, taking a deep breath, and then sternly said: "Alright, Gang, I’ll level with you. The truth is, it would only make sense for me to ask you for money, considering this is about you."

"Oh? This is getting interesting, tell me more."

"Gang, first tell me, who’s your fiancée?" Old Shaman asked.

"Huh? Of course, it’s Su Xiaoxi. Didn’t you pick her to be raised as my child bride? " Yang Gang replied in disbelief.

"No." Old Shaman’s tone was very serious.

"Huh?"

"In fact.." Old Shaman paused slightly: "Actually, you have two fiancées."

Spurt!

"What?! Do you take me for a fool? You think we’re still in the era where men could have a first, second, third wife?!" Yang Gang broke down.

Old Shaman remained serious: "Hear me out."

"Uh huh, the story seems quite interesting, go ahead and spill it," Yang Gang said.

Old Shaman pondered slightly, then said, "This all goes back to fifteen years ago, when you were five years old, in the prime of your childhood.."

"Get to the point!"

"I was poor and homeless, begging on the streets of America with you.."

Yang Gang nearly exploded: "If you spout any more nonsense, I’m hanging up."

"Ahem, ahem. Here’s the thing. I took you to America. I was swindled in a business deal, leaving me poor. One day, a Chinese woman suddenly approached me, wanting to buy you. She felt such a connection with you that she wanted to adopt you as her godson. I categorically refused. I raised you to be five years of age with great difficulty, and you were just about ready to start performing on the streets to earn money for me... ahem, ahem, I’m just joking. In short, I refused. That woman didn’t give up and approached me a few more times, but I refused her each time."

The Old Shaman paused before adding, "Just when I was preparing to take you out of America, she suddenly approached with a check for 10 million US dollars. She said: ’Since you’re unwilling to let the child call me his godmother, what about son-in-law? This 10 million US dollars is my betrothal gifts.’ I was tempted at that moment and accepted the check. She gave me an address and we agreed: When you turned twenty, you would go to America, find that address, and become her family’s son-in-law. I forgot about it not long after leaving America. But, recently, before Red Moon and I were traveling in West Europe, a few men in black suddenly approached me and re-brought the marriage arrangement. It was then when I remembered it. They’ve taken Red Moon to America and said that only after I brought you there would they release Red Moon."

"What the heck! I was made a betrothed child groom at five, and I don’t even know what the other party looks like. Can we not be so random!" Yang Gang paused before adding, "Isn’t it just 10 million US dollars? We can give it back to them."

The Old Shaman weakly said, "The 10 million US dollars from 15 years ago, in today’s terms, is at least 100 million US dollars. But that’s not the most important thing. The most important thing is, I only found out who they are recently!"

"Identity?"