Chapter 8 New Journey

When leaving, Yang Yi really had a feeling of fleeing.

The invisible things at home were destroyed, and the invisible things in the computer were deleted. He just packed up some clothes and personal belongings, and Yang Yi left his home with only one suitcase.

The car has already been sold to a rich car friend. The price of 1.2 million is not too low, but poor Yang Yi can't even collect the money. He can't ask the buyer to bring him 1.2 million in cash, but he really doesn't need to worry about this kind of thing.

Li Fan's car was waiting downstairs, but Yang Yi felt that Li Fan was more like escorting him to the airport, rather than simply sending him to the airport, the difference in one letter made a big difference.

After getting in the car, Yang Yi didn't speak, mainly because he didn't know what to say, but after Li Fan glanced at Yang Yi, he suddenly said: "How do you feel these few days?"

"Unhappy, but nothing."

Yang Yi's true feelings are not as relaxed as he said, but he does not intend to express his true feelings, and Li Fan has no intention of delving into this issue.

"It's good that you can adapt. If you really embark on the road of becoming a spy, then your life in the past few days will be your normal life in the future. Give me your ID and mobile phone."

Yang Yi took out a plastic bag, which contained his mobile phone, ID card, household registration book, real estate certificate, student ID card, passport, all his useful and useless documents were in it.

Li Fan took the plastic bag, then handed Yang Yi a passport, and said in a low voice, "Your name is still Yang Yi, but everything else has changed, you can write it down yourself."

Yang Yi opened the passport and found a bank card and a ticket to London inside.

"The Bank of England card, your account name, there are 120,000 pounds in it, except for the money you sold the car, I will make up the whole for you."

Yang Yi said in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you that you don't need to give me the money, Uncle Li, I don't need that much, so how can I pay you back?"

Li Fan said expressionlessly: "A poor family is rich, it's always good to have more, I can't help you with anything else, so that's it."

Yang Yi nodded and didn't speak any more.

Li Fan stopped talking, he is not a talkative person.

When the airport arrived, Li Fan looked at Yang Yi and said in a low voice, "I won't go down to see you off, you will be alone in the future...be careful."

Yang Yi nodded, he opened the car door, but when he was about to get out of the car, Li Fan said suddenly: "Wait, you... nothing, be more careful."

Yang Yi sat back on his seat again. He looked at Li Fan, then suddenly opened his arms and hugged Li Fan, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Li, thank you for taking care of me for so many years. Don't worry, I will be fine."

Li Fan shook his shoulders uncomfortably, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Yang Yi let go of his arms, he got out of the car, closed the door and watched Li Fan's car drive forward until it was out of his sight.

In fact, Yang Yi and Li Fan didn't have a deep relationship, nor were they very close, because they hadn't met a few times, but this one had no blood relationship with him, but in essence, watching him grow into a man, Yang Yi could imagine what he had done and paid for him behind his back.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yi turned and walked into the airport.

Li Fan had already prepared everything for him, and Yang Yi, who only had a small suitcase with him, just had to get on the plane.

When boarding the plane, Yang Yi suddenly realized that this might be his last moment in this country, and his feet would never be able to set foot on this land again.

So Yang Yi lay down on the ground, and under the surprised eyes of many people, he knelt on the ground and kissed the ground under his feet.

There are no complex emotions, nor overwhelming patriotism, Yang Yi just wants to kiss goodbye to this land that he will probably never set foot on again.

The plane took off, and seeing everything that was familiar rapidly shrinking until it was covered by clouds and could no longer be seen, Yang Yi withdrew his gaze.

It's time to move on.

Anyway, there is no way out.

It's just that Yang Yi's eyes looking forward are a little confused, especially when he set foot in England after more than ten years, he was still a little nervous.

Everything went well on the plane, so will it be smooth to get off the plane? Although Yang Yi has confidence in Li Fan, he really couldn't help worrying. It wasn't until the people at the immigration department stamped his passport that his worries finally disappeared completely.

There is no identity card in the UK, although the British government had planned and tried to implement an identity card system, but quickly abolished this decision.

Birth certificates, driver's licenses, passports, and bank statements can prove the identity of British nationals, and Yang Yi has a passport and bank card, which means that Li Fan has already settled the issue of nationality for him.

Leaving the airport, Yang Yi has really come to the UK, and the most important thing for him now is to buy a mobile phone and get a calling card, otherwise he will continue to be at a loss for the way ahead.

Although he has been away for eleven years, Yang Yi also grew up in England, so of course there will be no problem with his language, he still speaks with a pure and fluent London accent.

After buying a phone, Yang Yi thought about whether it should be the British number listed in the address book, or he should make all five calls.

This question seems very simple, but Yang Yi has not made up his mind since he got the address book, because there are really advantages and disadvantages for each, and now that he can make calls, naturally he has to make up his mind quickly.

In the end, Yang Yi decided to type it in turn. At least, he had to find out whether the people in the address book his father left for him could still be contacted.

The first call was to a number in the Netherlands. Last time this number was blocked by Li Fan, but this time there was no blocking. Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello."

A very gentle female voice said something in Dutch, and Yang Yi said in a deep voice with some nervousness: "Hello, I'm looking for Felice."

The woman on the phone also switched to English, and she said doubtfully, "Sorry, I think you made the wrong number?"

Yang Yi whispered: "It's possible, can I ask how long you have used this number?"

"It's been a long time, at least five or six years."

"Oh, then I really made a mistake, sorry to bother you, goodbye."

Yang Yi hung up the phone, and crossed the first contact number in his mind, this contact method was useless.

The second contact was from the UK, but Yang Yi decided to call the UK at the end, because he was in the UK, if he could be contacted, the most likely thing was to defect to the British, so Yang Yi made the second call to the US, and this number was a landline.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Mike Smith."

"Mr. Mike Smith? If you're not joking, I want to tell you that he died three years ago."

When the phone was hung up, Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and dialed the third number to Poland, but this time he also hung up the phone very quickly because it was an empty number.

For the fourth call, Yang Yi called Xianggang. This time it was not an empty number, and someone answered it, but a man babbled for a long time, but he didn't understand a word, and the English he spoke, the person on the other side obviously didn't understand either.

Regardless of whether the person who answered the phone was the one he was looking for, Yang Yi was not going to contact him anymore, because he and the person who answered the phone were obviously chatting like chickens and ducks, and they couldn't understand each other.

There was only the last number left, and Yang Yi was really apprehensive when he dialed it, because he was very afraid that the greatest legacy left by his father had completely lost its meaning.

The call was dialed, and it was connected quickly. A man who sounded a little old answered the call.

"Good evening, who."

Yang Yi took a breath and said in a low voice, "Hi, I'm looking for Mr. John Jones."

The person who answered the phone was silent for a moment, then whispered: "I am, who are you?"

Yang Yi took a deep breath, and then he said in a trembling voice: "I am the son of James Yang."

The silence was longer this time.

For at least ten seconds, John Jones finally whispered: "James Young, that James Young? I don't remember knowing this man, let alone his son."

Yang Yi's heart turned cold, then he thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "He also has a name called Yang Sheng, he asked me to make this call, and he left this call a long time ago."

John Jones was silent for a while, and then he finally said: "I remembered him, so what can you do for me?"

"Yes, but I think it's best to meet and talk."

John Jones immediately said: "No, no, I don't think it is necessary to meet, or you should tell me the purpose of looking for me first."

Yang Yi was questioned, because even he himself didn't know what to do after contacting the people on the list left by his father.

Although it is the list left by his father, even though it is the people his father thinks are trustworthy, eleven years have passed. After such a long time, God knows how many changes have taken place. Can the people who were reliable before still be trusted now?

In other words, does Yang Yi dare to say what he wants to do?

The most ideal situation in the plan was to meet with his father's old friend first, at least to observe first, but this John Jones didn't even want to meet, and then directly asked Yang Yi the purpose of meeting him, so Yang Yi really hesitated. Although he is not a person who looks forward and backward, he has to be more cautious about some things.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Yi made a final decision. Now there is only one person to contact, John Jones, so he has no choice at all.

"I want to tell you how my father died."

Half tentatively, Yang Yi gave a reason, and John Jones whispered after a moment of silence: "What if I don't want to hear it?"

"Forget it, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Thanks."

John Jones immediately hung up the phone, and Yang Yi was completely confused.

But just when Yang Yi was thinking about what he should do next, the phone rang again suddenly.

John Jones said very calmly: "I've changed my mind. If you still want to see me, tell me where you are."