Thinking of the good prospects, all destroyed because of Chen Yan, he was unwilling to accept it, and stared at Chen Yan like a crazy wild wolf: "Devil Chen, don't be proud! You won't be proud for long, your backer is nine
You don’t have long to live a thousand years, and when the time comes, it will be your death! Haha!”
"You dare to curse nine thousand years, are you tired of living?!"
Yuan Mu, who was standing next to him, kicked this guy directly in the mouth.
He kicked all the teeth in his mouth and said, "Send them to West Marsh Ridge Prison after they are convicted."
When Jiao Sanlin and others nearby heard this, they were so frightened that they fainted on the spot.
West Marsh Ridge Prison is notoriously dangerous, and those incarcerated there are either guilty or heinous. It would be even more miserable than going to hell for these big bosses to go to jail there.
After Chen Yan heard Li Jiansheng's words, he felt a slight pause in his heart.
This does not sound like a casual curse, but he should know something.
He quickly turned to look at Mr. Wei and activated his Qi-gazing technique.
I found him sitting on the seat, wearing a golden sword, but his eyes were closed, and there was a faint gray death aura on his body, if it was there or not.
"The air of death is covering your face, your life hangs by a thread!"
Chen Yan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that on a day like today, nine thousand years old would come unexpectedly.
I’m afraid, I have something important to explain to myself!
He looked at the female marshal again, her face seemed to be holding back sadness.
Chen Yan's heart was heavy and he walked over there: "Mr. Wei, the sun is shining outside, why don't we go inside and sit for a while? There is good oolong tea inside, and I usually wouldn't bear to drink it."
Jiu Qiansui opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay! You, the devil, are very picky. Last time we met, you didn't even give us a drink of water. We must have a good drink this time."
The press conference is actually about the same now.
Chen Yan led several people into the reception room of Jiutian Pharmaceutical. On the way, he whispered to the female marshal: "Aunt Xiaoyue, do you have anything to say when you come here this time?"
An Xiaoyue said: "You will know later."
Everyone took their seats.
Present were Mr. Wei, four veteran generals, the female marshal, Yuan Mu, and Chen Yan himself.
The tea Chen Yan made himself was really oolong tea.
Mr. Wei took a sip, put it down and said, "Well, this tea is good!"
Yuan Mu took a sip but spat it out: "Second brother, have you been deceived? This is the most ordinary mixed tea. It's burnt. You can buy a pound of it for 100 yuan outside."
"One hundred yuan a pound, that's not cheap!"
Everyone present was speechless.
Mr. Wei laughed and said, "Yes, yes, I remember that in the middle of the last century, when we old guys were in Vietnam, this kind of tea was still delicious!"
Several veterans seemed to remember the past, and their old eyes were bright.
At this time.
Mr. Wei took out a cloth bag and handed it to Chen Yan: "Little guy, this thing will be left to you for safekeeping from now on."
Chen Yan was stunned: "What?"
Mr. Wei smiled and said, "Open it and take a look."
Chen Yan opened the bag and took out a piece of old amber jade, which was smooth and round, with ancient characters on it.
"This is......"
Chen Yan was confused and didn't know what this was.
Yuan Mu, who was standing next to him, retreated violently, knocked over his chair, and said with a shocked look on his face: "Nine Thousand Years Old Lingfu, you want my second brother to succeed you as Nine Thousand Years Old?"