Master Ding politely invited the five of them to sit down, and he sat at the head of the dining table. Standing beside the huge dining table were ten serving ladies, all of them were top-notch, with beautiful faces and the same height and figure.
Wearing a finely crafted and beautiful and elegant red cheongsam, this kind of appearance is comparable to the best hotels in Yanjing.
Zhang Youbin unceremoniously pulled the bench next to him and sat down, while Yin Guoqing sat next to him. The remaining three people stood in a semicircle behind the two of them, closely monitoring everyone in all directions.
movement.
"Don't be so nervous. I won't let anything happen to you." Master Ding chuckled and said, "You three, please sit down."
Zhang Youbin said disdainfully: "Maybe nothing will happen on Master Ding's territory. Master Ding is trying to remind us that something will happen after we leave this door?"
Mr. Ding was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "I am an old man who has a bad tongue. Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. The purpose of inviting you here today is not to embarrass you."
Zhang Youbin smiled softly and asked: "It's not difficult for me? Then what do you want to do with me?"
Mr. Ding smiled and said, "Old man, I just want to chat with Mr. Zhang, who has been in the limelight recently."
Zhang Youbin laughed and said: "Master Ding, you are trying to hurt me. How can we, little bastards who can't show off, get into your eyes?"
Master Ding smiled enigmatically and said: "Mr. Zhang, there is no need to be too humble, you have been in the limelight recently." Then he said to the bodyguards beside him: "You all can go down, there is no need."
The bodyguards obeyed and left the living room, and Master Ding said to Liang Bing beside him: "Xiao Bing, you can go out too."
Liang Bing's expression was very ugly, but he still said respectfully: "Master Ding, if you have something to say, I will be at the door."
Master Ding nodded and said nothing. After Liang Bing left, he told a young lady beside him: "Go tell the kitchen to serve the food."
"Yes, Lord Ding."
After a while, the serving ladies brought the prepared dishes to the table one after another, and carefully poured tea for the three people at the table.
Zhang Youbin was a little stunned. There were more than ten or twenty dishes on a table, and it would be too much of a waste of food for just three people to eat. He smiled at the three people behind him and said, "Anyway, we don't have to worry about anything now. Let's sit down and eat some together."
The three people quickly expressed their refusal, and Zhang Youbin said nonchalantly: "Sit down, otherwise you will let down Master Ding's wishes."
Finally, at the invitation of Zhang Youbin and Ding Ye, the three of them sat on both sides of Zhang Youbin and Yin Guoqing. Immediately, a lady filled them with tea, but no wine was prepared.
Master Ding took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "I have to talk today, so I won't drink. I'll drink some other time and try this top-quality Dahongpao. It's very good."
Zhang Youbin rarely drinks tea. He can’t remember any tea he drank when he was a child. He has hardly seen what tea looks like in the Middle East. He took a shallow sip and tasted it patiently, then frowned.
, asked: "Is the tea good? It's a pity that I, a person who doesn't understand tea, don't feel much about it."
Master Ding smiled and said nothing. Then he picked up his chopsticks and invited: "Come, come, come, eat, eat."
Zhang Youbin smiled slightly and said: "Master Ding, if you want anything, just ask and don't beat around the bush."
Master Ding smiled slightly and said, "Eat first, and after dinner we will chat alone."
Although Zhang Youbin really wanted to know the reason, he couldn't pull out his gun and force others to tell them if they didn't tell them, so he had to eat the food patiently. Zhang Youbin didn't know what kind of chef Ding Ye hired. But the taste was absolutely delicious.
It's top-notch, with all major cuisines available. I don't know how many chefs this old man hired to work in his kitchen.
Zhang Youbin listened absently to Master Ding introducing the names and origins of various dishes. After eating for more than an hour, Master Ding said to Zhang Youbin: "Mr. Zhang, if you are interested, you might as well come to my study.
Let’s talk carefully.”
Although Zhang Youbin didn't show it on his face, he was already a little worried and angry, so he nodded and said: "Okay."
Because Master Ding said they wanted to talk alone, Yin Guoqing and the others were left outside the study. Zhang Youbin followed Master Ding into this quaint study. What came to him was indeed the smell of books, accompanied by the faint scent of paper.
Well, coupled with the retro decoration style, people feel instantly relaxed.
Master Ding sat on the mahogany chair, and Zhang Youbin sat opposite him. Master Ding was silent for a long time before he said, "Let's put it this way, Zhang Youbin, I have been observing you for many days."
Zhang Youbin frowned and asked: "Observe me? I am a little ruffian, what can I do for you to observe me, Mr. Ding?"
Master Ding smiled slightly and said, "We have been paying attention to you ever since you moved the bald man."
Zhang Youbin was even more puzzled and asked: "You? Who are you? Why are you paying attention to me?"
Master Ding made a cup of tea for the two of them, and then said calmly: "It stands to reason that people like you have nothing to do with us, and we are too lazy to deal with you on the so-called territory and place, let alone fight with you.
What are you arguing about?"
Then, Lord Ding said: "But people always climb up. Just like what is said in mythical novels, gods will not communicate directly with mortals. Even if some people climb to very high heights, they are just
He is just a human being, not a god.
"But..." Mr. Ding looked at Zhang Youbin and said, "When a person has the strength of a god or has the potential to become a god, the gods will become interested in this person. Then they will win over him, hoping that he can be included in their
In the ground camp."
"Oh?" Zhang Youbin asked with a chuckle: "Then you mean to say that in your eyes I, an unknown person, have the so-called potential to become a god?"
Ding Ye smiled noncommittally and said: "When a person has such strength or potential, the gods will keep a close eye on him. If he can be used for his own purposes, of course it is best. If not, he will never let him become a target for himself.
threats."
Zhang Youbin nodded understandingly and smiled without changing his face: "What do you mean, do you want to recruit me into your gang?"
Master Ding took a sip of tea, placed the cup lightly on the table and laughed and said: "You don't have the strength yet, but you definitely have the potential." Then he added: "You should know what kind of person I am and where I am.
What kind of fucking place, this fucking place, is something you people would only dream of entering, I don’t think you would refuse, right?”
Zhang Youbin shook his head and said with a smile: "I think you really guessed wrong. I really have no fucking interest in your so-called upper class."
Ding Ye didn't care about Zhang Youbin's blunt words, but smiled and said: "You have to know that the current situation is that if you join, you are a friend. If you don't join, you are an enemy."
Zhang Youbin smiled casually and said: "Master Ding, a person as powerful as you won't have trouble with a young junior like me, right?"
Master Ding shook his head and said: "We are always shameless to interfere with that damn thing of yours, but we will not let you get bigger. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Oh?" Zhang Youbin asked, "If I don't agree, how are you going to deal with me, Mr. Ding?"
Dingye looked at Zhang Youbin with great interest and chuckled: "I won't assassinate you like a bald man, but if I want to, maybe tomorrow you will be an A-level wanted criminal making headlines in major media across the country.
maybe.
Zhang Youbin looked at the old man's sinister look and wanted to strangle him to death. But in that case, it seemed that he would not be able to stay in the country anymore. The power of this old guy was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
.
Zhang Youbin did not answer his question directly, but asked: "You just mentioned you. Are you an organization? Or a group?"
Ding Ye thought for a while and said with a smile: "It can be considered a group. Many people perform their own duties. It is similar to the gang merger you are doing now, but it is much more mature and larger than you.
There are many.”
Zhang Youbin asked again: "Who are the people in your "group"? What is your position in it?"
Master Ding looked at himself and smiled at Zhang Youbin: "You only know me now, can't you prove my status?"
Zhang Youbin thought for a while and realized that this so-called "group" was indeed as Ding Ye said. He only knew Ding Ye alone, so he asked: "Are you the spokesperson?"
Mr. Ding nodded and said with a smile: "Although it doesn't sound very good, it is basically true. Within the scope of the "group" involved in crime, I am the spokesperson. From the perspective of outsiders, maybe I am also involved in this scope of the group.
The most high-profile person."
Zhang Youbin also smiled and said: "A low-key person like you is the most high-profile, so I think other people are also very mysterious." Then he looked at Master Ding and asked curiously: "You invite me to join, I will join.
After that, I will take your place at the bottom, right?"