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10



In the city center, in a Chinese-style villa.

This villa was originally the residence of Li Chunfeng, a scholar in Jincheng City.

After the old man of the Jiang family came to Jincheng, Li Chunfeng moved away in order to please Mr. Jiang.

A car with a red flag bearing the license plate of 'Nan 88832' drove into the villa, and was protected by heavy guards without any hindrance.

An old man and a young man got out of the car.

Fu Zhong turned around, glanced at the cold look on the young man's face, and said: "Mr. Xu, it's not that I insist on letting you go this way. It's just that I mentioned it to the old man when I went back. The old man insisted on going to the hospital to find you.

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After he left the Yang family yesterday, he came back and told Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang didn't believe it at first, saying that if calculated normally, the person in the painting should be about ten years older than him this year.

Even if he is still alive, he is too old to look like a human being.

It can't be a young man in his twenties.

Fu Zhong then asked, is it possible that he is a descendant of the person in the painting?

Mr. Jiang was so excited that he was shaking all over, bursting into tears, and clamored to meet him in person.

There was no other way, so Fu Zhong went to the hospital to ask Xu Changsheng to come over at noon today.

But this young man doesn't seem to be very willing...

Maybe you don’t know how powerful the Jiang family is, right?

Fu Zhong thought to himself.

Xu Changsheng endured his impatience and said: "Okay, I'm here now, no need to explain."

Fu Zhong frowned and said: "Mr. Xu, even if you are a descendant of the person in the painting, please have a more correct attitude after meeting the old man. You are still young and may not know the existence of Mr. Jiang and what a terrifying concept it is."

"I know the Jiang family is very powerful to ordinary people, but that has nothing to do with me."

Xu Changsheng said coldly: "If I hadn't been worried that the old man going to the hospital would have too much impact and disrupt my wife and daughter's rest, I wouldn't have come at all."

Fu Zhong couldn't help but said angrily: "You young man, you are so ignorant. Jiang Laojun has killed countless enemies in his life. I hope that after you enter the house, you will not be frightened by the aura of a centenarian man and kneel on the ground!"

The two of them said that they had already entered the living room of the villa.

A skinny little old man stood by the door. His skin was as wrinkled as orange peel. He was a little taller than 1.6 meters. He had been wearing a military uniform for many years, but he was still wearing a military uniform. His awe-inspiring attitude was still very scary.

It seems that to show respect for the descendants of the people in the painting, he stood at the door and waited.

Fu Zhong didn't expect that Mr. Jiang would be standing by the door. He was shocked. Just as he was about to speak, he found that Mr. Jiang trembled all over and stared at Xu Changsheng's face.

Those turbid old eyes flashed through doubt, shock, ecstasy, and finally, tears one by one, unstoppably flowing from their eyes.

Snap, snap, snap.

Tears fell to the ground one after another.

Xu Changsheng also looked at the little old man, thought for two seconds, and suddenly laughed: "Oh, I remembered, he is a young man from Qingmu City."

"Brother Xu!!"

Mr. Jiang knelt on the ground tremblingly, hugged Xu Changsheng's thigh, and cried like a child.


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