Le Juntian watched his father and son leave, feeling uneasy for a long time.
If the instant noodle business gave him a sense of accomplishment in accomplishing something, then the next step in the herbal medicine business was a heavy burden.
It can only be done, not failed.
And he will definitely make it happen.
What Le Juntian wants to do is not only be a successful businessman, but also a businessman who is famous and respected all over the world.
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Feng Danyuan took the young prince and rushed to northern Xinjiang without stopping.
After crossing the desert and climbing over the snow-capped mountains, the young prince finally arrived at the capital of Northern Xinjiang as he said "Wow" over and over again.
The King of Northern Xinjiang personally greeted him at the city gate.
He had no choice but to offend the great god Feng Danyuan. He couldn't be beaten or scolded, and the worst part was that he was more noble than him. What could he do?
People were welcomed into the palace with smiles on their faces, and fine wine and delicacies were provided.
As for the beauty, the King of Northern Xinjiang didn't dare to risk her life. Firstly, Feng Danyuan didn't like her, and secondly, he brought the young prince with him this time.
Feng Danyuan looked around at the splendid palace and said with a smile: "The palace has been renovated and it looks much more luxurious."
The King of Northern Xinjiang thought it was just a greeting, so he said: "The palace is also the face of our Northern Xinjiang. It doesn't want to be in tatters, so I just repaired it casually."
"Whatever?" Feng Danyuan turned the pure gold cup in his hand and smiled, "Then if you repair it carefully, how luxurious will it become?"
The King of Northern Xinjiang finally felt alert: Does this mean that the orphan has a lot of money?
Damn it, I lost my wealth!
The King of Northern Xinjiang immediately changed his face, frowned his thick eyebrows, drooped the corners of his mouth, and sighed: "Hey, this palace was built last year, and all the gold dug out of the gold mine was used. Later, domestic livestock were infected with epidemic diseases, and in winter
The people have no firewood and are facing one difficulty after another. The gold mines have to mine as much gold as they need. To be honest with Uncle Wang, the country in Northern Xinjiang is very poor..."
The young prince who was digging out cheese suddenly raised his head and "quietly" asked his father: "Why does the king call you uncle?"
Feng Danyuan replied to him: "Because according to seniority, he should call me uncle."
The young prince quickly calculated: "Then am I not his uncle?"
Feng Danyuan nodded: "That's right."
The King of Northern Xinjiang looked terrible: "..."
Can you, father and son, stop whispering so loudly? You are not deaf!
Also, the solitary king of Northern Xinjiang calls me Uncle Little Baby? You don’t have any face!
The King of Northern Xinjiang was so heartbroken that he had to hypnotize himself: I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t hear anything...
"Then what should I call the king?" The young prince murmured to himself.
King of Northern Xinjiang: Don’t call yourself lonely at all!
"My nephew," Feng Danyuan replied thoughtfully.
"Ahem..." The smile on the King of Northern Xinjiang's face was extremely stiff: "What did you just say? By the way, Northern Xinjiang is poor..."
The young prince, who felt that he was an elder, corrected the younger generation's wrong thinking: "You are not poor! Here, the golden bowl, gold plate, golden chopsticks, and the floor are all gold. It is much richer than the palace of Yun State. The palace of Yun State is much richer.
The floorboards are all cracked, that’s how poor you are.”
The King of Northern Xinjiang felt like an arrow had been stabbed in his heart, it really hurt.
Let him show off to death, and now even a little kid can slap him in the face: Are you so poor that all you have left is gold?
