Lin Youxuan folded his hands, leaned back on the chair, and showed a soft smile. In front of him was an old man. You can tell from the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and his withered and calloused hands, but if you know his true age
You will definitely be surprised.
This man is only about 50 years old, even a little younger than Lin Youxuan, but Lin Youxuan takes good care of himself. He often appears in public and has a whole team of image design teams.
Next to the old man stood a young girl with a very pale complexion. Although she was not very beautiful, her eyes were very lively. She was slightly anemic and her body was on the thin side. This was Zhiruo.
When Lin Youxuan saw the magic rune stone of the time capsule, the first thing he thought of was the junior brother in front of him. However, when he saw it, he was still shocked because he didn't expect that he had not seen this junior brother for only 10 years.
It became what it looks like now.
The old man raised his eyelids and seemed a little tired. Zhiruo was on the side and helped the old man's shoulders to move his body slightly. At this time, he raised his head and spoke calmly.
"Mr. Lin doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, and he speaks directly if he has anything to say."
The old man's tone was very calm, which was very different from Lin Youxuan's, but Lin Youxuan seemed to have been accustomed to the way the other party spoke. He smiled and slowly pushed a stack of documents on the desktop in the direction of the old man.
"Junior brother, we are all old, but I didn't expect that after so many years of confrontation, you would still lay such a back-up plan for me at the last moment. It's really unexpected for me 10 years later."
The old man didn't even pay attention to the stack of documents that Lin Youxuan pushed over. Instead, he looked at Lin Youxuan sharply, as if he wanted to understand what the other person was thinking.
"We have been competing for so many years, and it seems that I have always lost more and won less. I originally thought I won, but I didn't expect that I ended up losing."
After Lin Youxuan said these words, he felt slightly. He opened the document on the desktop and pulled out a piece of paper. The paper was very yellow and looked old, but the four corners were well preserved except for
Except for the blurry words on it, it even looked like it had just been written.
"The agreement made ten years ago. According to the instructions in the agreement, junior brother, congratulations to you. You have obtained 7% of the shares left by the master. Now you hold more shares of Fangli than me. You are the chief planner of Fanhua.
Got it!"
As soon as Lin Youxuan said these earth-shattering words, what he got was a very contemptuous sneer from the old man. At this time, power and money were floating in front of the old man's eyes like duckweed, and they could not enter his eyes at all.
But the old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, his trembling body leaned forward slightly, and then he spoke in a questioning tone.
"Lin Youxuan, why did you start that war!"
The atmosphere of the scene was brought to its peak by this question. Lin Youxuan frowned slightly, and then relaxed, with some determination, and it seemed that as the first game planner in China, he had a famous name in this field.
The absolute authority in the field, he spoke at this time.
"Junior brother, do you know why I have always been jealous of you?"
Lin Youxuan changed his tone and said something very surprising. However, the old man did not say a word, but the warmth in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Because in Master's eyes, Junior Brother, you have always been a genius, and you are the heir who can best inherit Master's legacy. And I...if I don't have real experience, how can I gain valuable experience?"
When the old man heard these words, his dry throat was filled with depression. He couldn't wait to get rid of all the depression in his heart.
"Is this why you started the war?"
Lin Youxuan stared at the old man closely for a long time, but then he smiled, leaned back on the chair, picked up the tea on the table, and moistened his throat slightly.
"Junior brother, I know you have laid many back tricks in the glitz. This is our last game. Although I have failed temporarily, the game is not over yet. Let us see the final victory.
burden."
After Lin Youxuan finished speaking, he stood up. He did not go to get the document, but left confidently. At this time, the old man stared at the direction where the person in the distance left, and he spoke after a long while.
"Zhiruo, remember, if you identify a friend, you will continue to be friends, but you must also remember that there are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies in this world!"
At this time, when Zhiruo heard these ambiguous words, her expression was slightly stunned. She still nodded, but she saw the old man turned back and looked at Zhiruo with his loving eyes, showing a dry smile.
"It took me 30 years to understand this truth. You still have a long way to go. Go, your friends are still waiting for you!"
Zhiruo's face turned slightly red, she nodded seriously, and then pushed her father's wheelchair into the small room at the back.
In the glitz, when Zhang Ye arrived at Somali Night, yellow flashes of light immediately greeted him. Next to him was the Phoenix Bird. Today, Zhang Ye is still a member of the Somali Night Guild.
"Brother Tornado, do you have anything to do with the president?"
Zhang Ye nodded, and Feng Siyi also came out at this time. When she saw Zhang Ye, she ran over, then took his arm and smiled.
"Let's go in together."
Zhang Ye quickly threw her arm away and smiled bitterly.
"Let go quickly, the impact will be bad..."
But as soon as Zhang Ye looked up, he saw Feng Zhi, who just smiled lightly, and then the three of them came to the guild hall.
"What's the matter? It's hard for you to come to my place."
Feng Zhi looked at Zhang Ye. In his memory, Zhang Ye came here only twice on his own initiative. The first time was when Feng Siyi asked him to fight a wild boss. Zhang Ye had visited Honggao before, and the second time Zhang Ye came here.
He said the words "I have my share in the world", and this was the third time.
"I want you to help me prevent the Elf players from continuing their mission."
When Zhang Ye said this, even he himself was not sure. He seemed to feel that he was hallucinating before his eyes, because this was simply impossible.
And Feng Zhi was obviously stunned, asking the elven players to give up and willingly exterminate the clan?
However, Feng Zhi still thought carefully about the relevant details, but in the end he discovered that the method to achieve this problem simply did not exist.
Unless Zhang Ye destroys the Xiaoyao family, Guyu Suifeng and Xiucai, but in this case, the collapse of Fuhua is not far away.
Zhang Ye was a little frustrated when he saw Feng Zhi's thoughtful look. He sighed and felt that he was too wishful thinking. Even if he stood up at this time and said that what I am doing is to let all races coexist peacefully, not to destroy them.
If the entire elves were killed, no one would believe it.
However, at this time, Feng Zhi raised his head and said something.
"There is a way."
Zhang Ye immediately turned his gaze to Feng Zhi's face. He was in urgent need of all solutions.
