Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 452 - 432: The Weirdly Good Relationship between Humans and Monsters

Chapter 452: Chapter 432: The Weirdly Good Relationship between Humans and Monsters

The shock was too great, it needed some time to digest.

When everyone had left, Father Feng and Mrs. Feng finally had the time to listen to why Feng Biao suddenly became so wealthy. However, the first thing Feng Biao said was: "Give me a bowl of noodles, please. Mixed sauce noodles."

Jinmen people have a saying: borrowing money to eat seafood might not be manageable without keeping account.

With money comes the luxury of Bohai Shrimp, cooking a pot of sea crabs, and even the previously snubbed mantis shrimps become a delicacy in a big pot, not to mention sole fish, yellow croaker, and large belt fish. None of these can be absent.

As for things like king crabs and lobsters, they aren’t actually favorites for Jinmen people.

But to Feng Biao, what he really missed, what haunted his dreams and not even all the money in the world could buy, was his mother’s cooking.

Feng Guoqiang sat on the sofa. Ye Guiying was in the kitchen kneading dough, while Feng Biao leaned on the doorway of the small, cramped, and slightly stinky kitchen, watching his mother work the dough and chatting with her.

"I didn’t only deal with arms outside, well, dealing arms is a new business after following a boss recently, before that I was a bodyguard, not dangerous, just pretty boring."

Feng Guoqiang, filled with envy, said: "Does dealing in arms make a lot of money? What do you sell, AK47s?"

Feng Biao shook his head and said: "No way, selling guns isn’t profitable and is risky. We sell missiles, planes, and artillery."

"Wow man, that’s the way to go! That’s awesome! Big money!"

Feng Guoqiang was excited and astonished, but Ye Guiying’s face was full of concern: "Wouldn’t it be dangerous, doesn’t dealing in arms mean fighting and killing all the time?"

"Do you even understand! Understand!"

Feng Guoqiang protested: "That’s an arms trafficker! Our son is an arms dealer! Do you understand? An arms dealer! It’s legal!"

Feng Biao casually said, "That’s right, it’s legal. Our clients are all dealing with the government, Saudi is a big buyer, the UK and France also buy, and I’ve even been to the Elysee Palace."

"What thing? Elysee? Isn’t that what your uncle drives, that old Elysee that’s been around for years, and you’re showing off to me? Hey, I’m telling you, when it comes to buying a car for our family, we must... we must... What do you think is the best car to buy?"

Feng Biao was a bit annoyed, and he said to his father: "Aren’t you tired of driving all your life? Wouldn’t a driver do?"

"That’s not what I want. It feels good to drive a nice car myself. Let others drive it? That would be a waste."

Feng Guoqiang had been a driver his whole life, but ironically he had never bought his own car.

Feng Biao really wanted to mock his father for that but seeing his father’s graying hair, he swallowed back his words.

"I’ll buy you two, one sedan for the city to save fuel, and one for road trips. How about that?"

"No, that won’t do, we can’t blow money just because we have it, I’m telling you... just how much money do you have?"

"A bit over a hundred million," Feng Biao replied.

After saying this, Feng Biao glanced at his dad and casually said, "US Dollars, if you convert it to RMB, that’s probably about a billion."

The old couple were stunned again, then Feng Guoqiang said in shock: "A billion! Does selling arms make that much money? Son, what if I join you in business? I can drive to deliver goods for you."

"Driving won’t do, you’d need to pilot ships, and even large planes."

Feng Biao treated it as providing emotional value to his father and just went along with chatting with the old man.

When thinking about it, it seemed they’d never had such a harmonious chat since he was a child.

Logically, a taxi driver was considered a high-income job in the past, and even now it wasn’t considered low-earning, so Feng Biao’s family shouldn’t be living so miserably.

The reasons are complex.

Ye Guiying’s health wasn’t good, she was uneducated and unable to engage in any sort of slightly heavy physical labor, while Feng Guoqiang’s single-income family maintenance was compounded by his love of drinking, playing cards, bragging, and especially getting in trouble when he was younger.

His original family environment was the biggest reason that propelled Feng Biao to go abroad.

But now, looking back, Feng Biao suddenly felt that although his father didn’t behave properly, he had still provided for the family. Although times were tough, his own childhood was far better than that of Gao Yi.

Gao Yi’s father was truly despicable, leaving at a young age and never returning, abandoning Gao Yi and his mother without a care.

Thinking of this, Feng Biao suddenly said: "Dad, you don’t have to work anymore. You’ve always wanted to go on road trips, right? Don’t just go to the grasslands. Drive around the whole country and take mom out to play."

Feng Guoqiang was somewhat speechless, Ye Guiying suddenly said: "Now that you have so much money, you don’t have to go out, right?"

Ye Guiying stopped kneading the dough and looked at Feng Biao nervously and expectantly.

After thinking for a while, Feng Biao said: "Yeah, I still need to go."

"Do you even understand!"

Feng Guoqiang argued, "Our son is in big business, can he just sit at home doing nothing? You don’t understand the difficulty of making money... Son has made something of himself, he is Mr. Feng, how could he just stay idle at home?"

After speaking, Feng Guoqiang looked at his son and suddenly asked, "But you don’t have to go abroad anymore, right? Even if you go, it will not be like before, right?"

Meaning not being able to make a few calls home in a year like before.

Feng Biao sighed and said: "Well, this money was given by the boss, and the boss shares the profits with us. It wouldn’t be right for me to just take the money and leave."

Ye Guiying let out a sigh, bowed her head and continued kneading the dough, then she said softly, "Buying such a big house, we won’t even be able to occupy it."

Feng Guoqiang exclaimed, "You joy-killer, what do you mean the house is too big to live in, and our son isn’t getting married? Isn’t going to have kids, is that it?"

After some thought, Feng Biao said, "Mm, I will get married and have kids, but I reckon I’m pretty much married now. I’ve got two wives, and a kid in tow. It’s a long story. While I was away, a brother of mine saved my life, so I married his sister. I’ve taken in his wife and child too, so it’s like I’ve got two wives. But I don’t plan to change the kid’s surname; I’ll have my own children eventually anyway."

Feng Guoqiang was silent. Feng Biao glanced at his father, realizing that his father was finally at a loss for words this time.

Ye Guiying stared blankly at Feng Biao and astonished, said, "Two?"

"Two. I’m planning to marry another one here in the country, have a child for you two to care for. How about that?"

Feng Biao said this half-jokingly and half-seriously. But at that point, Feng Guoqiang, with a shocked expression, said, "Son, we really can’t do this! Bigamy is a crime!"

"I can marry four in Saudi, it’s legal."

"Still not okay!"

Feng Guoqiang, with his mind in a whirl, said, "No, no, that won’t do. I’m telling you, son, having money is good, but you can’t float away with it. Having a bit of cash doesn’t mean you panic and burn through it. One wife is enough; you want to marry three? That’s unacceptable, not okay at all."

All of a sudden, Ye Guiying said, "Why not? My son is capable and wealthy. If it’s not illegal, why can’t he?"

Feng Guoqiang was left speechless.

With a sigh, Feng Biao said, "If you want to travel abroad, I can arrange that. But don’t stay overseas, just go check out your daughter-in-law for starters."

Still didn’t know what to say.

At that moment, Feng Biao suddenly remembered he hadn’t informed Gao Yi of his return yet.

He took out his phone, and whispered, "Don’t make a peep, I’m going to call the boss and let him know I’m safe."

Feng Biao dialed Gao Yi’s number.

The call connected quickly, and Gao Yi spoke in his usual tone, "Brother Biao, how’s it going?"

"Got home safely, all is well... Mm, received a really, really good reception back home. I’m thinking about stashing more money here. Feels safer at home."

"Cool, if you think it’s right, then it’s right. Oh, by the way, pass my regards to your uncle and aunt."

Feng Biao glanced at his mom and couldn’t help but laugh, saying, "All’s good, very good, actually talking about buying cars. Planning to buy two, so they can drive around when they go out."

Gao Yi immediately responded, "Buying cars? Ah, good, got it. Buying cars is great. Anything else?"

"Nothing much, just checking in for safety."

"Alright, give my regards to uncle and aunt. Gotta go, hanging up now."

Hearing Gao Yi’s hurried tone, Feng Biao frowned and asked, "Something wrong?"

"If there was something wrong, I wouldn’t have answered your call. You know the drill. Okay, if something comes up, I’ll call you. That’s it, hanging up now."

Feng Biao hung up the phone, pondered for a while, and figured Gao Yi was probably fine.

"Was that a call to the boss?"

"Yeah."

"Pretty good, pretty good. The boss seems like a decent person."

Feng Guoqiang didn’t quite know what else to say. After a moment of thought, he said, "Son, about marriage, just settle down and live life properly. The wife matter... really, one is quite enough..."

Regarding the issue of how many wives and children to have, Feng Guoqiang and Ye Guiying needed to reach an agreement first, so they started to argue about it for a while.

Now Feng Biao watched his parents argue without getting annoyed.

Soon enough, in no more than five minutes, there was a knock at the door.

Feng Biao went to open the door and saw the same ground handler who had delivered his ID.

"Sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to leave, it’s just that the higher-ups have given me another task all of a sudden."

The young ground handler was all smiles, and then he said in a peculiar tone, "My superior told me a few things to pass on to you. President Gao knows you’ve arrived home and is very pleased. So, he’s sent two cars as a gift for your uncle and aunt. Also, he said he couldn’t spend all his money even if he tried, so no need for you to be polite."

Feng Biao was dumbstruck. The handler continued, "Not sure what models to buy, so decided on the expensive ones. An Audi A6 for city driving, low-profile, and a Range Rover for going out. President Gao is too lazy to think about it. If they are not to your liking, just pick them out yourself."

After finishing, perhaps unaccustomed to delivering such an absurd message, the handler slightly raised his hand and added, "The money for the cars has been given. Someone will deliver them later. You’ll handle the paperwork. Well, that’s all."

Feng Biao scratched his head.

Gao Yi giving gifts wasn’t particularly surprising to Feng Biao, but it was odd that he was the one to relay this gift.

After saying his piece, the ground handler nodded and left without saying goodbye to Feng Biao.

Closing the door, Feng Biao turned to his parents, at a loss for words on how to explain.

Feng Guoqiang was still baffled and said, "Your boss is quite the character..."

Yet Ye Guiying suddenly let out a sigh and then, as if she had lost her soul, said, "Good for what? Your son is now theirs. He... sigh."