Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

The helicopter driven by Alex left behind Rikilenko's plane in less than a minute.

Naturally, the young and energetic Rikilenko was unwilling to lag behind Vladimir, and he ordered the pilots to catch up quickly. Unexpectedly, Alex, the experienced former fighter pilot, did not give them any chance at all, and the whole flight was at a critical moment. The high-speed state made it impossible for Rikilenko and the others to catch up.

Maintaining a leading advantage all the time, when approaching the airspace of the airport, Alex suddenly slowed down the flight speed, saw the plane circle in the air, and then aimed at the huge helicopter on the ground The parking stand landed steadily and accurately in the center.

The memories that emerged gradually let Vladimir know that the helicopter just now belonged to Rikilenko. Good and not bad.

However, Rikilenko's helicopter was not in a hurry to land. It had been left behind just now, which made Rikilenko very upset. When it reached the parking position, he ordered the pilot to circle in the air, while he himself observed the helicopter. The movement of the helicopter came.

Rikilenko also knew about Vladimir's injury from racing. At first he thought that Vladimir was still in the hospital, but after circling in the air for less than half a circle, he saw Vladimir.

Immediately, Rikilenko was taken aback. He didn't expect this guy to recover so quickly. You must know that a few days ago, it was rumored in their rich second-generation circle that Vladimir's best result would be to become disabled. But he observed carefully just now, and he was sure that this guy was no doubt a normal person.

Vladimir stood beside the helicopter, even though the helicopter was hovering above his head, he still didn't take a look at it.

He really doesn't need to take the provocations between the rich second generation to heart. After all, everyone is young, not young and energetic, and not arrogant in doing things and talking, can they be young?

Under the call of the airport air traffic control, Rikilenko's helicopter had to land quickly.

Rikirenko is obviously much stronger than Vladimir. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, full of beards, and rosy white skin, making him look like a strong brown bear.

Like many rich second generations, Rikilenko stood behind two sturdy bodyguards with beards, and behind the bodyguards were three servants.

Rikirenko said as he walked, "Vladimir, I thought you were in the hospital, but I didn't expect you to be discharged so soon."

"I'm fine, just a little injury." Vladimir smiled slightly, "Are you here to pick someone up?"

Rikilenko said with a smile: "I'm going to London to watch a football game, a Champions League game, and the bullet club invested by our family will go to London to play. This time, I will give them a good meal."

"If you fuck 'em for our country, I've got to back you, man, the football hooligans are fucked up there, watch out."

Rikilenko laughed, "I'm a big gangster myself, so I'm still afraid of them?" After speaking, Rikilenko puffed up his strong biceps.

Come out to play, just to "stimulate".

"I hope you enjoy yourself."

"Thank you, what about you? What are you doing here?"

"My parents are back from Dubai."

"Then you spend good time with your parents, they should have come back for you."

"Yes, there is actually no need for them to come back."

"Haha, you are the future successor of the Ivan family, they must value you, unlike the successor of our family, I have already been selected, I should just be a f*cking young master comfortably, anyway, people will be f***ing in their life For decades, it is better to play happily for a lifetime."

After finishing speaking, Rikilenko made a "Russian" goodbye gesture to him, and walked towards his private jet surrounded by bodyguards and servants.

Hearing Rikilenko's words just now, Vladimir suddenly felt a bit of a heavy heart, especially as the future successor of the Ivan family, it made him feel a little Alexander, If it's a f*cking fight, it's a simple matter to talk about martial arts to someone who is unhappy, with the blessing of the system, if you really want to put yourself in the business world, with those gangs Clothes and beasts to reason, according to their own ability...

In an instant, Vladimir felt that the whole person became a little bad, and even became a little anxious.

I just want to be a carefree rich second generation like Rikilenko, but I don't want to be a successor.

Vladimir really wanted to ask the steward beside him if he would be the future successor, but he couldn't help swallowing the words.

Forget it, let's live the life in front of us first.

While waiting for her parents' special plane to land at the airport, Natasha called again. After answering the phone, Vladimir spoke in English unceremoniously: "Natasha, you bitch, don't harass me anymore Me, or I'll sell you to the Philippines to be a prostitute."

After saying this aggressively, Vladimir hung up the phone directly.

Twenty minutes later, a Bombardier aircraft painted in red, yellow and blue landed steadily on the apron of the private airport.

His father, Mr. Maxim, who was over [-] years old with white hair, and Mrs. Sofia, his mother, who was graceful and graceful, got off the plane one after the other.

"My dear son." As soon as Maxim stepped down the gangway, he opened his arms with a kind expression on his face. He loved his youngest child very much. In his eyes, Fraki Mill is the definite family successor.

Vladimir hurried forward to hug his father.

"It's fine, it's fine. My child, you don't know how nervous your mother and I were when we were discussing business in Dubai. I'm afraid you might have some problems." Maxim said with lingering fear.

The housekeeper next to him, Sergey, suddenly became nervous. He couldn't help but feel extremely fearful and frightened in his heart. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time. If the young master really made a mistake, he would definitely live in pain and incomparable pain for the rest of his life. spent in self-blame.

"Sir, it's all my fault. I ask for any punishment." Sergey said with a face of shame.

Maxim glanced at him and said with a smile: "I can't blame you completely, the main reason is that he himself is too playful, Vladimir, you must learn your lesson this time, and you can't show up again. You young people pursue Stimulation is a normal thing, but we must pay attention to safety."

Vladimir nodded, then turned his gaze to his mother.

Mrs. Sophia is a beautiful and elegant woman, but right now she hugged her precious son, and then she couldn't stop crying.

……

Back at the manor, it happened to be dinner time. After the family, who rarely got together, happily finished their dinner, Vladimir was called to the study by Maxim.

Seeing his father's serious face, he couldn't help but feel a little thumped in his heart.

As for what to talk about, Vladimir has no idea in his heart.

He even vaguely felt that it was time to discuss successors.