Today, the sky is clear and the visibility is very high. Liu Kunlun can clearly see a blue and white American Bell helicopter flying through the air. He knows that Wang Huayun is sitting inside, looking down at the world in the air, knowing that his son, whom he has never met, is among the crowd.

Wang Huayun is old, but he has never been vague about trendy things. He likes luxury cars, watches, and crafts, so he is naturally very interested in helicopters. This new type of transportation can have higher efficiency than others in super-congested metropolises. Of course, it is still slightly ahead of the use in China. This time helicopter is just to meet the air show.

The helicopter landed on the apron, the cabin door opened, and a group of reporters rushed up to the flash to take photos and photographed. Wang Huayun came out of the cabin, stood still, waved his hand, and then left calmly. The servant held up a huge parasol and was scolded by him. The old man took off his Ray-Ban glasses from the neck of the light green POLO shirt and put them on. He was eighty years old, still handsome, with a straight waist, looking similar to a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Liu Kunlun and others were waiting in the VIP area. In addition to the three brothers and sisters, there were also Jiang Hang’s General Secretary Wei, Li Ming, Chao Xiaochuan and some staff members, which were basically a family gathering.

Wang Huayun walked over with a smile, Liu Kunlun wiped his hands on his pants. When the matter came to an end, he was no longer nervous and stared at the old man who looked very similar to him. He said in his heart that this was what I looked like when I got old, so that Wang Huayun and Wei Zhonghua didn't hear anything, and only saw Li Ming pointing to this side and waveing ​​to him.

Liu Kunlun came forward, hesitating whether to reach out or bow. Unexpectedly, Wang Huayun gave him a hug. The hug was eager, and it really made him at a loss.

"You have suffered so many years outside," said Wang Huayun.

The happiest thing is Li Ming. Wang Huayun's actions are of great symbolism. When the boss admits this child, it is equivalent to giving him the identity of heir. After all, the family inheritance is not the throne and can only be sat alone. If Liu Kunlun does not make any big mistakes, it is okay for Wang Huayun to inherit a small part of the inheritance in a hundred years. Just like Wang Huayun's brothers of his generation, they have inherited some of the property of the previous generation, living a wealthy life that is far beyond ordinary people.

I made this move right, and Li Ming was secretly proud.

Another happy person was Wei Zhonghua. He was a little confused about whether Liu Kunlun was Wang Huayun's son. The answer was only solved now. It's true. What is this called fate! His daughter is a lala, and the first boyfriend he found was the son of the richest man. God is so kind to the Wei family. As for whether Liu Kunlun is the legitimate son, Wei Zhonghua doesn't care at all.

Wang Huayun greeted Wang Haicong and Lin Haiying again and asked his daughter: "How are your mother doing? Is she here?"

"Mom is very busy with something," said Lin Haiying.

"Well, let her be busy." Wang Huayun nodded and looked around. The VIP area is far away from the ordinary audience area. This is the best place to watch aerobatics. There is a telescope in front of everyone.

"We invited five famous aerobatics teams in the international field..." Wei Zhonghua took a step forward and introduced attentively.

"Well, I saw it, Mr. Wei has put his heart into consideration." Wang Huayun praised, and Wei Zhonghua was in a state of great joy. Seeing that the old man had no intention of continuing to talk, he quietly stepped down.

The waiter served iced beer and barbecue, but was blocked by the staff around Wang Huayun. Wang Huayun smiled and said, "Gout, I can't enjoy a lot of delicious food, but I'll bring you some delicious food."

An insulated box was filled with air-carried French oysters, and Lin Haiying's eyes lit up: "My favorite finedeclairevrete green jade oysters! Thank you dad!"

Wang Huayun smiled kindly, and Liu Kunlun felt aroused. This father looked quite kind, and his destiny might have really turned.

"I have a gift for you too." Lin Haiying took out an envelope, Wang Huayun looked at it, nodded and smiled: "Haiying is very good at the admission book of London University of Arts, but oysters are not a gift from Dad. The real gift is here."

The staff took out a box and opened it. It contained the land deed document.

"This is a farm in Provence, and my dad gives you the arts for you."

Wei Zhonghua was shocked. He was considered an elite executive. Buying gifts for his daughter was just something worth tens of thousands of yuan. He was a French farm. His style and work really made him look like a god.

Liu Kunlun felt aroused Wang Haicong. If he hadn't reminded himself to prepare gifts, he would have been passive this time.

"Thank you, dad, actually Liu Kunlun also has a gift." Lin Haiying said his words first, but Liu Kunlun was very grateful because he didn't know how to speak and couldn't call him out. There was only one father, the lame blind Liu Jinshan.

"Oh, what is it? I'm very interested." Wang Huayun turned to Liu Kunlun, full of expectations.

"It's a painting." Liu Kunlun said, feeling a little upset. He didn't know if the painting was right or not, but he could indeed bring out the best things he could do.

Two staff members came over with a picture frame, which was very large and covered with cloth. They could not see the true face of Mount Lu. Wang Huayun walked up to him, and everyone held their breath. Wang Huayun pulled off the cloth and presented a bizarre and colorful incomprehensible painting in front of him.

Almost everyone couldn't understand this painting. Chao Xiaochuan sneered, Li Ming was confused, Wang Haicong smiled but didn't say anything, Wei Zhonghua was dizzy, only Lin Haiying smiled and confidently.

Wang Huayun looked at it for a long time and slowly praised: "Great sorrow and joy, great artistic conception, the vast mountains and rivers, love, hate, love, love, hate, and love, are all in this painting. Kunlun, your talent is not inferior to Haiying, it's a pity."

Li Ming breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one else in this praise, it was stable, it was stable.

Wang Huayun returned to his seat and greeted Liu Kunlun.

"You have suffered a lot of grievances and suffered a lot over the years. My father knows that someone is here."

A secretary came over.

"Transfer all the shares of Jiangdong Airlines held by the consortium to Kunlun's name." Wang Huayun took action and was very generous. A belated father's gift was more than billions. Before Liu Kunlun could react, Wei Zhonghua could no longer sit still. In the future, his son-in-law would be the super major shareholder of Jianghang. No one could shake his position anymore. Even if he was not a general manager, he would be extremely safe.

"I'm not grateful to the old man." Li Ming quickly reminded.

"Thank you." Liu Kunlun said in a short sentence. He couldn't make any intimate moves. He couldn't figure out the family relationship between wealthy families, but since he participated in the game, he had to continue playing.

Wang Huayun said: "You used to be Liu Kunlun, but in the future, you will call it again if you don't have the right name. Please refer to the seniority of their brothers and sisters and change the name, and call it Wang Haikun."

As if the ghost and death were so bad, Liu Kunlun replied: "No, I only have one name, that is, Liu Kunlun. My friends are used to calling him, so I don't want to change it."

"Kunlun, don't be willful." Li Ming was scared. This child was too rebellious. The name given by his father means to recognize his ancestors. This is a great thing, so why do you still recommend it?

"Have a personality." Wang Huayun nodded and did not continue to say anything.

The performance began, and the Alonso aerobatics team from Spain began an aerial ballet performance. These aerobatics used small propellers, with brightly painted and bright red, flying in the air with smoke, which did not cause bursts of exclamations and screams on the ground.

During the performance, Wang Haicong finally presented his gift. His gift was quite unique and needed to be watched. Everyone came to the hangar. Although the gift blocked the curtain, it was also obvious from the general outline of the reflective light that it was an airplane.

Liu Kunlun secretly praised Wang Haicong's work. It would cost at least several million for a plane. He really couldn't get such a gift, but he would not lose money in this business, so his father's return gift would only be heavier.

"Dad, in order to prepare this gift, I have traveled to more than a dozen countries and visited hundreds of people. God blessed me, and finally got it done before your birthday. Now I'll ask you to unveil it." Wang Haicong's voice trembled slightly, which shows how precious this gift is.

Wang Huayun smiled and walked up to pull down the curtain. The sight of him was a brand new World War II propeller fighter. The nose was painted with a hideous shark mouth, and the wings were marked with a blue sky and a sunlight sign. This was the Flying Tigers' fighter, but this was not the whole gift. There were six white-haired old men standing in front of the wings, with leather jackets and boat hats. You can tell that they were old comrades back then, looking at this look.

The applause sounded, and everyone was moved by Wang Haicong's filial piety and perseverance. You should know how difficult it is to piece together a P40 fighter jet from World War II. Although there are still some old stocks in the world, they are all treasures of collectors, and no one will give up. God knows how much hard work Wang Haicong has put in.

There are also these old comrades from the Flying Tigers. It is a waste of money to summon them from all over the world, but for the sake of his father's smile, it is all worth it.

Wang Huayun is a dropout from Southwest Associated University. He joined the army before graduation. He only turned around from the translation of the Flying Tigers to a pilot. He was the wingman of the ace pilot Chen Bei, and he flew this single-seater single-engine piston fighter produced by Curtis. He made great achievements in the sky of the motherland. The painting presented by Liu Kunlun just now depicts the artistic conception of blood, fire, love and hate.

This aircraft is completely renovated and authentic. Even the M2 machine gun under the wings is real, but the barrel is welded to death and cannot be fired. As an old pilot, I will inevitably not have the idea of ​​soaring into the sky again when I see this aircraft.

"Dad, do you want to go up and take a walk?" Wang Haicong instigated. He knew that Wang Huayun's physical conditions were allowed, and the old man himself flew over a small plane while on vacation in the United States, and his body was not lost.

Wang Huayun was very excited: "Old Yi Fu Li, and his ambition is thousands of miles away, so I will offer an ugly one."

When the staff went to get the flight suit and helmet, Wang Huayun had a great chat with his old comrades, but when the equipment was brought, he hesitated and hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay to not accept old age. Fortunately, I have an heir, Kunlun, I heard that you have good flying skills. Can you fly for your father once?"

"No problem." Liu Kunlun had long been eager to try it out. The P40 was not comparable to Cessna. This fierce air monster was the master of China sixty years ago. The one-thousand-horsepower engine and six 12.7mm machine guns under the wings could easily kill the Japanese. Although he had never driven this old-fashioned fighter, he was already familiar with his own companion in his dream.

Liu Kunlun changed into his flight suit, checked the aircraft instrument, drove out of the hangar, and the runway and the sky were reserved for him, and a wonderful aerial performance was about to begin.

But after Liu Kunlun came to the sky, he realized something was wrong with the plane. After a few minutes, he lost control. The oil circuit was broken, the propeller stopped, and the control rod became a thousand pounds.
Chapter completed!