When he recalled this, Garen couldn't help but think of Andrela.
"Compared to me, Andrela can reach the level of a fighter at such an age. I don't know how much effort and experience it takes. No wonder his spirit is a bit abnormal. It is estimated that only such concentration and extremeness can
Let him enter such a high level at such a young age. Compared with me, it's still considered cheating..." He knew very well that he was not a genius.
Recalling all the young masters I have seen, only Andrela has entered the level of a fighter. Even Biou, the senior disciple of Red Sand Sword, showed the feeling that he was infinitely close to a fighter. He lacked some skills.
It's obviously a matter of courage. Maybe the martial arts cultivation level has been reached, but the spiritual cultivation level has not yet been reached.
After gathering his thoughts, Garen straightened his suit and strode out of the side hall toward the main entrance hall. His uncle Angel had already greeted him at the door in advance.
"There may be some trouble later. On the surface, they won't make things difficult for you because of my face, but I have no reason to get involved in the younger generation's troubles. You can only rely on yourself. I have arranged for Vinia and the others to follow you.
, pay attention to your own safety, don't rely on your martial arts training to fight with them head-on, do you understand?" My uncle warned in a low voice.
"I understand, uncle." Garen nodded helplessly.
Angel was then satisfied and stretched out his hand to touch his head, "I haven't seen him for a while and he has grown taller again. In just over a year, he has grown so strong that the bean sprouts before are no longer visible. Not bad, not bad."
."
He rubbed Garen's hair vigorously and laughed. Garen looked helpless and had to let him rub it.
"Okay, follow me in. Be careful and polite. Everyone inside is a powerful person with a much stronger background than your master. Building a good relationship will be good for you in the future."
"Okay." Garen could only nod in agreement.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Powell, the local governor of Huaishan City, in the corner. He was smiling and chatting with two middle-aged men with mustaches, playing the role of a foil.
"It seems that they are not ordinary characters." Garen suddenly became curious about his uncle's secret strength.
The strongest forces he has come into contact with in the martial arts world are the Star Ring Sect and Sulin's family. But he doesn't know what level the more than ten people in the hall in front of him belong to in comparison.
But thinking about it, he still followed his uncle obediently, looking like a polite and gentle junior.
Not far away, two middle-aged men and women were looking at Garen and Angel as they entered.
"Is that the future heir chosen by Angel?" The woman was wearing a vermilion sleeveless dress with a high collar and a sideways blond ponytail, as well as narrow blue eyes, giving people a sharp and noble look.
charm.
"Angel has worked hard for most of his life, and this time he wants to retire. However, his industry is between black and white, and it is not easy to escape unscathed." The man crossed his arms and had a golden hair on his chin.
He has a mustache and his short hair is combed diagonally to the right, making him look extremely elegant.
"Indeed, it's time for a showdown after this banquet, right? There will probably be news tomorrow."
"We'll see." The woman chuckled. "Compared to this galleon, I still prefer Dresima and Venus over there."
"With Angel's support, no matter how weak the Galleons are, we can still be considered a strong contender. We should be able to hold on for a little longer. By the way, which side do you support, Delesima or Venus?" The man said lowly.
Ask in a voice.
"It depends on the situation. Both of them are leaders of the younger generation, and they have the support of forces behind them." The woman said nonchalantly, "You want to get me to support Delexima again, right? Although he is very good, I don't admire him.
Type. Don’t say anything unnecessary.”
"You are alert." The man smiled bitterly, "Cheers."
"Cheers." The woman smiled and virtually raised her glass to clink it with him.
Garen followed his uncle and answered the elders' questions politely, with eyes constantly focused on him.
He smiled and nodded in response to the man in his thirties in front of his uncle, while quickly scanning his uncle Angel's face.
Growing up, he didn't know how much help he got from his uncle. It was also the relationship between him and his sister who entered the academy. Although his uncle had serious patriarchal thoughts, he really had nothing to say to him. But what he couldn't figure out was that this
Once upon a time, I suddenly wanted to hand over the property to myself.
This is very abrupt.
He argued hard last time, but his uncle persisted. But even if Longbas failed to live up to his expectations, he would not simply give all his assets to himself.
And my uncle is only about forty years old this year...
Thinking of his uncle's age, Garen's eyes became darker.
"elder brother...."
Suddenly a weak voice came from behind.
Jia Long was slightly startled, turned his head, and saw his sister Ying'er standing behind him.
"Why are you alone? Where are your parents?"
"They didn't want to come, so they pushed me away." Ying'er was wearing a black waist dress with a skirt that reached her knees, long hair on her back, and a black hair tie in the middle. Her face was rosy and smooth, her lips were pink, and her eyes were bright.
There is a hint of watery luster. It has obviously been dressed up by someone.
"Pushed?" Garen was stunned. Although he had known that the relationship between his parents and his uncle had been cold since he was a child, he never expected it to reach this level.
Ying'er walked to Garen, stood side by side with him, and said hello to her uncle Angel.
Angel smiled and nodded in agreement.
"It's been a while, brother and sister, let's have a nice chat." He patted Galen on the shoulder. "I'll call you over soon, don't delay."
"good."
Garen had already vaguely sensed the dilemma his uncle was facing. He nodded affirmatively.
"Brother, what's going on!?" Ying'er asked immediately as soon as her uncle left, with doubts, worries, and a hint of bewilderment and strangeness in her eyes. "Why don't you come back?
Let’s go home and see? How come my uncle has such great power?”
Garen led her to a corner and found two quiet seats, and the two of them sat down.
"To be honest, I don't know the situation here. Suddenly my uncle wants me to inherit his property. I have no preparation at all." Garen himself was also confused, "But..." He vaguely guessed something
, but did not say it out loud, "Forget it, I hope I can help you get through this difficulty. Just don't worry about these things. Just have me."
"But, why don't mom and dad come over? I came here because I heard you were here, brother, otherwise they wouldn't let you in." Ying'er asked puzzledly. She suddenly felt that both her parents and the people in front of her were so close.
Even my brother who was so close to me suddenly became so strange.
"They don't want to come, are they unwilling to come?" Garen thought thoughtfully. "I'll go back and take a look after it's over in a while. I just came back, but my master is seriously ill, so I haven't been free for a while." What he said is the truth.
, he originally wasn’t going to go home until everything was completely dealt with. He didn’t expect to meet his sister here.
"You call me then, don't run away alone!" Ying'er felt uncomfortable at this kind of banquet. She couldn't help but get closer to her brother.
"I know." Garen smiled and leaned casually on the sofa.
At a cocktail party, some rich and powerful people complimented each other, fought openly and secretly with their words, and hid their wits. They all looked the same, but in fact there were many dangers. If you didn't pay attention to the reception, you might offend some narrow-minded people, and then get into trouble. If you didn't pay attention to the reception, you might reveal some key points.
own information. Therefore, everyone appears reserved and polite, and is careful about every word they say.
Not long after Galen sat with his sister, he saw his uncle waving to him not far away.
He quickly got up and walked over.
"Mr. Pangdi, this is my nephew Gallon. What do you think? Can you still see it? Gallon, why don't you say hello?" Angel smiled and patted Gallon on the shoulder. The other party was a major customer of his company group.
It cannot be neglected easily. Moreover, it is also very dangerous.
"Hello, Mr. Pondy." Gallon smiled and extended his hand to the other party.
The gray-haired man named Pondy glanced at Garen lightly.
"Hello, although it was Angel's recommendation, my impression of you is not very good. Of course, if you can satisfy me in the future, I may revise this impression."
"Mr. Pondy." Angel interrupted in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?" He stared at the other person with sharp eyes. Naturally, he couldn't help but see his nephew being criticized in person.
"It's not interesting." Pang Di smiled, "Angel, we have worked together for so many years. To be honest, I am very disappointed with your choice this time."
Garen stood behind and listened to him casually talking unfavorably about himself to his uncle, but there was nothing strange in his heart.
Almost all the powerful people we met when we came here were like this, but they were not as obvious as he was.
It's just that he didn't originally plan to inherit his uncle's property. His uncle was still young and wanted to abdicate at this age...
Suddenly he took a step forward, smiled and asked politely to Pang Di: "Then what can I do to satisfy you?"
Pang Di was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Gallon to suddenly stand up and speak. He turned his head and looked at Gallon carefully, and then sneered.
"Do you know business? How much do you know about the classic cases in the shopping mall?"
"After all, the information in this area is just information. I am very confident in my learning ability. You must have checked my relevant information, right?" Garen said calmly.
Pang Di still sneered.
"So what? A young boy like you has come forward. You are not the legitimate heir, and your network of connections is much worse than the other two. If your uncle didn't support you, what qualifications do you have to stand here and talk to me? Lianmen
They’re just ordinary students who can’t even get in.”
Garen frowned.
"Who didn't stand up from the foundation? Your words are a bit biased. I don't know what your requirements for a successor are, but I believe that if you choose me, I am confident that I can do it."
"Are you very confident? Think you can definitely beat the other two candidates?" Pang Di laughed.
"If I can't compete, how about you support me?" Garen said calmly.
"It's nothing, I just don't like you. Although I don't know how a nephew of yours managed to win Angel's consent, but it is a common practice for the property to be passed on to the orthodox eldest son of the family. You can't even try to win it with such small means.
Things that don’t belong to you. No matter what you do! I will never agree to you as the heir."
It turns out that’s what they all thought.
Garen understood in his heart.
These people seemed to think that he was deliberately trying to coax his uncle to win over the family property, and his methods were despicable.
It's just that although he had no intention of inheriting his uncle's property, the other party's words were indeed a bit harsh. However, he originally talked to him more about this just to understand the position and attitude of these thermal energy.
It's just that Pang Di's indifferent attitude made him feel a little unhappy.
"Actually, I also want to say this. I think you are also very dissatisfied." Garen retorted. "Isn't it too early for you to interfere with your uncle's decision?"
"Angel's matter..." Pang Di's expression also turned cold.
"Okay Pang Di, that's it." The uncle's face darkened.
Pang Di snorted coldly, and when he glanced at Gallon, a trace of fear appeared on his face. He obviously knew some information about Gallon, and then walked away. This was to give Angel face.
Although no one here was afraid of anyone else, they were all on equal footing, and he didn't need to look at Angel's face at all.
"Okay, Gallon, don't be angry. Pondy's eldest son supports Venus. Delesima and Venus are two representatives of the younger generation from my wife's side. You can go down and see them alone later.
Meet."
Angel was quite familiar with his nephew. Although he didn't know the process of the recent Man Rayton Company incident, the result was clear. Gallon had no idea where he borrowed the special forces from, and brought down the entire Man Rayton company in one fell swoop.
Dun Company. This also impressed him. So he didn't want Gallon to hold a grudge against Pang Di. After all, the other party was a good friend of his who had worked with him for many years.
"It's okay, uncle." Garen smiled. "How about I go meet the other peers now?"
"Okay, I'll have someone accompany you." Angel pondered for a moment, and felt that the attitude of the guests above was not very good. It would be of little benefit to Garen, so he could just go down and meet other juniors.
Soon, a slender man in a dark blue suit followed Garen under the arrangement of his uncle. Another waiter led the two of them out of the banquet hall and entered another small living room through the side door.
The small living room can only accommodate a few dozen people. The walls and ceiling are all light yellow, the floor is covered with white wool blankets, and the wall lamps on the walls emit soft yellow light.
There were more than twenty young men and women standing or sitting scattered in the hall.
A large number of them gathered around the two people, and only two or three people stood in the corner inconspicuously.
As soon as Garen entered, he immediately saw the two central figures who were extremely eye-catching.
The young man with thick black eyebrows on the left looks very mature. He is holding a black drink in his hand and taking a sip from time to time. He is listening carefully to what his companion is saying, his eyes are a little careless. From the few words spoken around him, he can vaguely tell
I heard others call him Delexima.
The person on the right has short blue hair, black eyes, and a faint slender scar on his forehead. But unlike Delesima's calmness, he has complete control over the initiative in speaking. Although he is smiling, he still gives people an unusually powerful look.
Aggressive sense of danger.
Garen walked in the door and immediately attracted the attention of some people.
"Garen! You finally dare to go out!" A mature man next to Delesima suddenly straightened up and said calmly. "Sima, is this the same person you saw back then?"
Garen was stunned when he heard this, then took a closer look at Delesima's face, and suddenly recalled the young man in white whom he met at the door of his uncle's house. How long had it been since he last saw him, and he had become so mature?
Snap!
The wine glass in Delesima's hand suddenly fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The original calmness and nonchalance on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his face lost all color in an instant. His eyes stared at Galen as if he was blank. Obviously.
My brain suddenly went blank.
He only reacted when someone beside him shook him.