On the plane, Yingbu sat expressionlessly in the seat next to Cao Jingzhe. This was a habit he had developed over the years, especially since Cao Jingzhe had experienced several thrilling assassinations. It made him regard Cao Jingzhe as his father.
Yingbu treated it with caution.
The long flight was not harmful to a powerful young man like Yingbu. Except for a three-hour nap during the flight, he closed his eyes and listened to all directions during the entire flight. He would never allow any suspicious people to approach the master.
Half an hour before getting off the plane, Cao Jingzhe finally woke up from a long sleep. He took a sip of the water in front of him, raised the remote control seat, turned around and asked, "Relax a little. This is on the plane."
Yingbu shook his head when he heard this: "Except for the coffin, there is no safe place in this world."
Cao Jingzhe smiled and said, "It will be very tiring to live like you."
"But it's safe." Yingbu replied seriously. "Especially when facing the Lord of the Shenhui."
Who in the world is not afraid of the Lord of Shenhui?
Looking at the older generation of strong men in China, except for Shang Tianya, who has achieved absolute victory in name, no one can be the opponent of this leader of the three kings of Miaomen. What's more, he now holds great power and denounces Fang Qiujian's remote control of the great god meeting.
The strength of individuals and groups has reached its peak. Even Yingbu, who has always been confident and proud, does not dare to be careless in the slightest.
In his world view, the master's life safety is the most important. The second priority is the pursuit of a higher realm.
Cao Jingzhe saw that Yingbu, who had followed him since childhood, was so cautious, but he was not obsessed with it. He changed the subject and said, "Do you think the Xia family can officially take off in this game?"
Yingbu was slightly startled, then shook his head and said, "I don't understand."
"Do you know Xia Zhengqing?" Cao Jingzhe was not surprised by Yingbu's answer. Instead, he smiled and said, "You have met Xia Zhengqing three times."
Yingbu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again and answered: "He is a very wise man. And his strength is extraordinary. Looking at the younger generation today, I'm afraid no one can be his opponent."
"No matter how strong his personal ability is, he has turned into bones. He will not exist forever. On the contrary, his personality and influence still exist in this world. The Elite Committee is the best proof." Cao Jingzhe smiled and continued.
"The reason why Di Tian regards Xia Zhengqing as his only enemy is precisely because of his strength."
"Where is Shang Tianya?" Yingbu frowned slightly. "Xia Zhengqing is dead. Shang Tianya should be the greatest threat to Ditian in the world."
"As Di Tian said himself, he just doesn't want to play with this little junior brother." Cao Jingzhe chuckled and shook his head, tut-tutting. "This leader of the Shenhui is really so proud that it's shocking. Even an old man like Shang Tianya
Even generations of overlords don’t bother to play together. Isn’t he doomed to be alone in his life?”
Yingbu's heart trembled when he heard this, and he said tentatively: "Maybe - Di Tian really feels lonely now?"
Cao Jingzhe was also startled when he heard this. Then he laughed meaningfully, with a subtle look on his face.
"Miss. Give me a glass of warm water."
The passenger in front of them suddenly waved to the stewardess.
A beautiful flight attendant wearing a purple uniform smiled charmingly and said: "Okay. Please wait a moment, sir."
It was a hoarse and harsh sound. It was extremely uncomfortable. But when Cao Jingzhe heard the sound, he couldn't help but raise his brows, patted the back of the person in front of him, and said with a smile: "This gentleman.
Do we know each other-"
The man in the front row turned around slightly, but he was wearing a mask that obscured his face. He must have communicated with the airline in advance to be able to board the plane in such an appearance.
"You know me?"
The masked man turned his head and spoke calmly.
"Your voice sounds like someone I know." Cao Jingzhe joked.
"Who?" the masked man asked.
"The direct disciple of Duanmu Yiyi, the leader of the Miaomen, is Qin Tianbao." Cao Jingzhe said this, and then added, "In other words, he is the former god with the iron mask."
"Boss Cao has extraordinary knowledge. Even an unknown person like me can tell his name at a glance. It's really admirable." The corners of the masked man's lips curled up slightly.
"An unknown person?" Cao Jingzhe shook his head slightly and sighed. "Not to mention that you are Duanmu Yiyi's only disciple. The sensation you created in the Shenhui alone is enough to make people look at you with admiration. It is said that——
Did Di Tian, who rarely appears at the Divine Assembly, personally receive you?"
A subtle smile overflowed from Qin Tianbao's wrinkled lips, and he said: "The power of the Divine Society is overwhelming. What I have done is just a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning."
Cao Jingzhe saw that Qin Tianbao in front of him was so humble and restrained. The surprise and surprise in his heart gradually dissipated, and he shook his head and said: "You are not consistent with the image I heard from you."
"Boss Cao is different from the stalwart and arrogant person I imagined." Qin Tianbao said with a smile.
"Oh? What's the difference?" Cao Jingzhe also smiled.
"You are more stalwart and kinder in person." Qin Tianbao said calmly.
"Is this a compliment to me?" Cao Jingzhe joked.
"It's respect." Qin Tianbao said.
Cao Jingzhe couldn't help but laughed heartily. He didn't care at all that this was a quiet first-class cabin.
Of course, the few people on the first-class cabin who had some respect in the business world could vaguely see that this cheerful and laughing man was none other than Xia Zhengqing, the financial tycoon who was surging on Wall Street, but they did not dare to take advantage of this super tycoon easily.
Presumptuous in front of others.
"I heard that you have broken the painting." Yingbu suddenly asked.
That night the young and powerful gathered together, and Yingbu regretted not being able to participate, but he also heard that the iron-faced man Qin Tianbao, whose appearance was ruined, had a close contest with Di Lin, the son of Emperor Tian. And Yingbu, who has lived in New York all year round, naturally
We know that Di Lin has already broken out of the painting. From this, it can be seen that the man in the iron mask has naturally broken out of the painting.
Qin Tianbao smiled when he heard this and said, "How come you didn't break the painting and come out?"
"Oh?" Cao Jingzhe turned around and smiled when he heard this. "Are you broken too?"
Yingbu nodded slightly: "Yes. It's broken."
"No wonder your mood has been much better in recent days than before." Cao Jingzhe smiled and nodded.
Don't break the painting.
Yingbu didn't dare to set foot in New York again. How could he not know that this trip to New York would be extremely dangerous? Not to mention the powerful father and son in the guild. Even those blood guards were enough for him to have a good drink. As for those who are currently
Which of the strong men who haven’t shown up yet is not a weak figure?
Cao Jingzhe glanced at the two leaders of the younger generation and said with emotion: "You young people are progressing faster than the other. This makes me suddenly feel that I am really old."
"You are still very young," Yingbu said. "You are in your prime. How can you grow old?"
When Cao Jingzhe heard this, he smiled and said: "The last time there were so many strong people around me was thirty years ago. I am indeed a lucky person. I am always surrounded by the top strong people of the younger generation.
"
"That's because you are strong enough." The man in the iron mask commented.
Cao Jingzhe did not refute, but smiled implicitly: "The world is already yours."
Strong?
He did not object, nor did he refuse hypocritically.
If even Cao Jingzhe cannot be called a strong person, then aren't there very few people in this world who are qualified to call themselves strong?
He once kept pace with the best young men in China. He was even as famous as Xia Zhengqing, the so-called wise man. Cao Jingzhe's history is glorious. It has not faded now. He still occupies an extremely important position in the business world. Whether it is
Wall Street is still China. Its thirty-year unfailing strength alone is enough to prove its historical status.
After a brief pause, Cao Jingzhe asked curiously: "Are you going to New York?"
The flight was direct to New York, and Cao Jingzhe had reason to believe that the man in the iron mask, who was highly regarded by Duanmu Yiyi, was heading for the rise of the Xia family.
"Well, I'm going to New York." Qin Tianbao, the man in the iron mask, didn't hide anything.
"What are you going to do?" Cao Jingzhe asked.
"What about you?" The man in the iron mask suddenly asked, catching him off guard.
"Me?" Cao Jingzhe was startled for a moment, then said with a smile. "I'll do what I need to do."
"Me too." The Iron Masked Man said calmly.
"Hahaha." Cao Jingzhe said with a smile. "That's right. Duanmu Yiyi is indeed very discerning."
"Master's taste has always been good." The Iron Masked Man pursed his lips slightly, then added, "But his cooking skills are not that good."
"He even cooked for you?" Cao Jingzhe was surprised at first, then laughed and cursed. "This old guy is really virtuous."
These words showed that Cao Jingzhe had a good relationship with the current master of Miaomen, which the Iron-faced Man knew very well. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Master said that Boss Cao is also very gentle."
"——"
After leaving the airport, Qin Tianbao was the first to say goodbye. Yingbu followed Cao Jingzhe and watched Qin Tianbao get into the car and leave. Then he said slowly: "Master, what on earth is this Qin Tianbao doing in New York?"
"No matter what he does, he will make up for the regrets of the old guy who has regretted it for nearly thirty years." Cao Jingzhe sighed softly. "Duanmu, Duanmu, your disciple is amazing. Who can guarantee that he will be a good disciple in the near future?"
Will it not become a giant in the new landscape?"
"Didn't you once say that Duanmu Yiyi was also a very remarkable person?" Yingbu asked doubtfully.
"Of course." Cao Jingzhe smiled. "Otherwise, how could he choose such a successor?"
"Let's go. I'm eager to know what will happen on this trip to New York!"
