"The Glory Club and the T-party have always been incompatible. It is rumored that the big boss Su Teng and the opponent's BOSS Liu Tianjun have a deep grudge. Now that you have slapped Wu Ziwen, you have slapped their faces severely. In this battle, we are shining. It will be a complete victory!"

Shen Fei shook his head and sighed.

He didn't take this to heart at all, didn't he just fight, and there was no substantial gain. Face really is so important?

This only shows that the upper circle of Shen Fei's mixed trace is too short.

In fact, the two sides fought back and forth, and the one who fought the most was a Face. As for Face, it will affect the way of making money.

After all, each big family that the two sides are stopping is like a towering tree. How easy is it to uproot?

"Tell me about the grievances between the two bosses, I'm really interested in this."

The focus of Shen Fei's attention was completely different. He patted Mr. Bao on the shoulder and asked curiously.

"President Jian, don't worry about that much, the boss is waiting for you inside, so hurry in."

The king's face is going green. What is in the mind of this little ancestor. It is a dream for many people to become a senior member of the Glory Society. There are only a few big men who have climbed to that level.

Once it is up, resources and connections will be like a surging river, even if there is nothing, it can fly into the sky every minute.

"Okay, I'll just go in, you can remember to tell me later!"

Shen Fei waved impatiently, crossed his trouser pockets, and walked in swaggeringly.

In a fairy-like courtyard in far away Kyoto, a famous old man and a young man were drinking tea.

The old man is obviously not an ordinary person.

The young man is handsome and unrestrained, he is only twenty-four or five years old, but he has quite a kingly demeanor in his gestures.

Both of them are not ordinary characters, but at this time the two names Bao Huang mentioned just appeared in their mouths.

"Tianjun, it's been so many years, haven't you let go?"

With a leisurely smile on the old man's face, he gently dropped a bit and asked without end.

"Teacher, the disciple has cultivated for many years, but I still can't forget Rong Er..."

The young man lowered his head slightly and shouted leisurely.

"Haha, there is no need to blame yourself, gentle ladies and gentlemen are so beautiful, you are upright and youthful, if you look at the world like an old man like me, wouldn't it be a pity? Let go and do it if you like it, and the old man will support you!"

There was a trace of joy across the youth's face, and then he thought of something, and his eyes dimmed again.

"It's a pity that Su Teng and I have been like brothers since we were young, but at this time they are incompatible..."

The old man shook his head and sighed.

"Everything in the world is like this, you don't have to be too entangled. Just do what you want, and the rest is up to God's will..."

Click.

If you lose one shot, you lose every game.

The old man lightly stroked his beard and smiled: "Your heart is still not quiet enough, remember, no matter what major events you encounter, you must not panic."

"Disciples are taught."

"I heard that Wu's children came back yesterday?"

The old man took a sip of tea slowly and asked suddenly.

"Yes, I said that I planted somersaults in Yuncheng. Tu'er will go over and ask questions later."

"Well, let's go, talk to young people more, always stay next to me, an old man who is about to fall into the soil, even a little bit of vigor is lost."

The old man waved goodbye to the young man, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "Cloud City..."

If this scene is seen by people familiar with the top circles of Kyoto, it will be scared.

To some extent, the two chess players have reached the apex of the circle.

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