The peak brings hypocritical fans, and the dusk witnesses devout believers!
"Miss Lu, my dear aunt, I have gotten through to you... I am Director Zuo from Wuzhou in western Guangdong. Hey, it's okay. You are a big shot. It's normal to not remember the little ones! That's it,
I really couldn't get away that day. Damn it, I couldn't attend the Hualong Pavilion Conference. I couldn't sleep at night during this time.
It’s hard to eat well. I’ve been looking for an opportunity to reflect. I hope Miss Lu can say a kind word to the master of the pavilion. Thank you very much! I will definitely visit you later. I’ve prepared all the greeting gifts, which are available in the market.
High-end goods that are hard to see... Okay, okay, the master of the pavilion is mighty! Miss Lu, you must put in a good word for me."
Voices like this came one after another through the phone, coming from all over the country in the summer, and most of them were called to Lu Yanan.
Bai Che had at most two or three people on his side, all of them the best of the best, top-notch people with superb conversational skills.
Naturally, Bai Che didn't reveal any inner thoughts, but he didn't say anything harsh either.
He knows that all this is an illusion. Among these people, there will naturally be those who sincerely repent and surrender, but it has nothing to do with the overall situation. Only by thoroughly cleaning up the hard stones in the Elders Association and Huawu Pavilion will everything be clear and clear.
A brand new Hualong Pavilion will be restored.
Apart from that, everything is empty!
Soon, the "middleman" appears.
The candidates carefully selected for the Elders Association, in a sense, are also in line with the softening of Mr. Ye's attitude.
Whether it was hypocrisy, fear of Bai Che's current strength, or the suspicion that there was a mysterious old demon behind Bai Che, the appearance of the middleman accelerated the negotiation process.
Zhonghai, on the banks of the Huangpu River.
An old man's breath was restrained and his face was solemn. He stopped by the river and leaned on the railing to look at the river.
The river was rustling and the wind was a bit strong, which made people's eyes narrow.
The old man never expected that Bai Che would choose to meet with him, the middleman, here. After thinking about it, he was relieved.
It's a bit like making a comeback, picking up from where you fell.
"Mr. Chen."
The stern young man walked casually, smiled slightly, and felt a little stir in his heart.
Good guy!
This group of veterans from the Council of Elders has a good eye for selecting people.
This old Chen Yingfan has always been one of the most senior people in Hualong Pavilion.
The state of mind is like a wandering cloud and wild crane, cultivating a single heart, pursuing fame and fortune, and refusing all matters.
Moreover, when Bai Che was still studying in Qingteng Sect, Mr. Chen would occasionally appear in Qingteng Sect with Master Qingteng, and he was considered one of the few friends of Master Qingteng.
"Pavilion Master, Chen shouldn't have gone into this muddy water. After hesitating again and again, he..."
Chen Yingfan and Chen Laolue sighed and were not in a hurry to start talking.
But from his own point of view, even if he did not sell out the favor of the elders, the old man thought about it and felt that he could not avoid this obstacle after all.
After all, he himself is the top powerhouse of Hualong Pavilion ranked second on the Huashen Ranking. He is lower than Elder Ye and above ten thousand people. No matter what, he cannot get around the Huashen Ranking itself.
And because he had made good friends with Master Qingteng in the early years, and he was a veteran among the seniors in Hualong Pavilion, on the one hand, this matter was a major split within Hualong Pavilion, and on the other hand, he himself had entanglements with the Qingteng Sect and the Elder Council.
Quite profoundly, personal will cannot override this important matter.
Cultivating a dharma is like cultivating one's original mind. He was born in Hualong Pavilion, transformed into Huashen Bang, and became clear and rational. Mr. Chen could not avoid this meeting with Bai Che.
only……
One old and one young seemed to have fallen into a tacit silence.
They all look towards the river.
The wind became stronger and the smoke gradually dispersed, but what remained was the haze in each other's hearts.
"Pavilion Master..."
"Mr. Chen, just call me Bai Che in private. You are the senior."
Chen Yingfan's eyes lit up slightly, and he was a little doubtful about the information he had obtained.
No matter how you look at it, this man does not look like the cruel and ruthless pavilion master described in the intelligence...
"Okay! Bai Che, Chen is not talented. As a senior, I want to persuade you. I don't know if you are willing to listen."