Chu Yun could feel the kindness of a woman to him.

But at this moment, he didn't even know what the woman was called.

"You can call me Aunt Duan."

After talking about Chu Yun’s mother, a pretty friendly smile flashed across Aunt Duan’s face: “Talk about it. I used to follow your mother’s butt, but she always disliked me. She told me not to follow her.”

Chu Yun smiled. It was not unusual.

Even Her Majesty the Queen was once a closed disciple of her mother and almost became her daughter-in-law.

Chu Yun got used to the extra mysterious woman to call her Aunt Duan. She didn't feel embarrassed either.

Have some chat.

The doorbell was suddenly ringed.

Chu Yun thought it was the mysterious girl coming to the door.

The one who entered the house was a middle-aged man in a well-equipped suit.

He has a unique temperament and a strange aura faintly on his body. He looks very ordinary, but it is impossible to ignore it.

"Miss. Time is up." The middle-aged man walked forward and did not look at Chu Yun more.

"He is Chu Yun." Aunt Duan nodded slightly and said, "My benefactor's son."

"Hello." The middle-aged man glanced at Chu Yun, but didn't take it too seriously. He didn't look at Chu Yun differently.

He had not experienced everything in his past personally. He knew and heard only from hearsays. In his eyes, Aunt Duan was only Aunt Duan, and he did not care about the so-called grudges, grudges, love and hatred.

"Then I won't bother you." Chu Yun stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

"In half a year, the ten-year martial arts conference will be held soon." Aunt Duan suddenly thought of something and looked up at the middle-aged man. "Wen Zhao. Chu Yun has been awarded the title of King Wu. You can find a way to get him a place."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression was a little strange: "The quota was already set a year ago. The arrangement is a bit late now. It doesn't fit the process."

"If it really doesn't work, just give him your quota." Aunt Duan said calmly, but she exuded an unquestionable majesty.

"I think of a solution." Wen Zhao nodded and said. "It's time for you to go back."

"Um."

Aunt Duan slowly stood up and looked at Chu Yun with a soft look: "If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can find Wen Zhao. He may be slightly inferior to your second uncle Chu Zhongtang in terms of overall strength. But in China, he can also be named."

When Chu Yun heard this, his brain rotated rapidly.

Wen Zhao?

The name sounds a bit familiar, but it can't react for a while.

"Is your surname Jiang?" Chu Yun blurted out.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Northwest King Jiang Wenzhao?" Chu Yun said suddenly.

"Fifth name." Jiang Wenzhao said with his lips pursed. "In front of the lady, I am just a servant."

Northwest King Jiang Wenzhao. A terrifying existence that is very famous but is so low-key that no one knows about.

According to legend, as long as you go to the northwest, you can mention Jiang Wenzhao's name. It is better than Chu Zhongtang. No one dares not to give him face.

"I heard that you have ever had a fight with my second uncle?" Chu Yun's gossip was filled with a lot of thought.

This is also the reason why he is a little familiar with Jiang Wenzhao's name.

A few years ago, he heard Chu Shaohuai mention it.

The two sides fought very fiercely, and they lived and died. The entire Chinese business community was affected.

It’s just that Chu Yun doesn’t care about the business world, so he can’t react immediately.

If this is taken into consideration by others, I probably thought of this middle-aged man. It is the very few powerful people in the Chinese business world who can compete with Chu Zhongtang.

But at this moment, he actually called himself a servant in front of Aunt Duan and called him Miss.

So, what is this auntie and what is its origin?

"A small matter." Jiang Wenzhao said lightly. "It's all for the sake of asking for food."

The battle of funds of tens of billions or hundreds of billions of dollars is described as a way to begging for food? The man in his family who has expanded to the point of no end dares to be so crazy.

However, in Jiang Wenzhao's eyes, he might really understand it as having something to eat.

The three of them walked out of the room, but Aunt Duan suddenly turned around. Her skin was as delicate as cream and her beautiful eyes were as quiet as water. Even the kindness and peace brought by age could not conceal her innate charm and elegance.

Her surprise may come from her cultivation and demeanor, rather than her beautiful appearance.

In addition to Her Majesty the Queen, Chu Yun can only find this kind of demeanor in Aunt Duan.

Even my aunt Chu Hongye can't do it. I don't know if it's because of her age or how. It's obviously more aggressive and more flying.

"You can just use my little apprentice. You are quite quick to do things and obediently. The most important thing is that you are very simple. No matter how you want to manipulate her, she will not resist." Aunt Duan said.

Jiang Wenzhao frowned slightly when he heard this and finally said nothing.

Chu Yun originally wanted to refuse. It can be seen that Aunt Duan was very sincere, so she had to nod and agree.

"Where are you going?" Chu Yun asked casually.

"Go home." Aunt Duan smiled. "Take good care. Let's look forward to your mother's return together."

After saying that, she left the hotel accompanied by Jiang Wenzhao.

In the corridor, the invisible sense of oppression gradually disappeared after Aunt Duan left, until she completely disappeared.

A woman who can make Northwest King Jiang Wenzhao a follower, and if you simply stay in a hotel, you will have so many strong people to protect.

What is her origin?

What a terrifying force behind it?

And now, a group of existences as terrifying as her are all looking forward to the return of her mother.

"Mom. You are such a fierce girl." Chu Yun shook his head and walked towards the mysterious girl's room.

Her name is Ali.

It is a very playful name. It also has a bit of the meaning of being as its name, light and lively. As Aunt Duan introduced, she is obedient and sensible and easy to send her job.

Inside the RV.

Jiang Wenzhao carefully opened the thermos and handed it to Aunt Duan.

"Doctor Xue has repeatedly told you that you have to drink medicine on time. Otherwise, all your previous efforts will be wasted." Jiang Wenzhao frowned and said, "Is it worth it just to meet him?"

Aunt Duan took the thermos and brought the traditional Chinese medicine that Dr. Xue had prepared quite well into her mouth. Her red lips curled up slightly and said, "Why? Are you jealous of him?"

Jiang Wenzhao pursed her lips and said, "You misunderstood."

"She also hesitated to let me be my daughter-in-law for the old Chu family. Later, she felt that although I was not as strong and domineering as this spiritual robe, my appearance was a little worse. It was not in line with her aesthetics." Aunt Duan said with a smile. "Or otherwise, I really don't know how to face this child now."

"That woman is used to being strong. She wants to be a daughter-in-law when she is a woman. She doesn't even look at her son's virtues." Jiang Wenzhao seemed to be like Chu Zhongtang, and didn't like Chu Yun's mother who was regarded as a god by Aunt Duan.

"He is pretty good." Aunt Duan said slowly. "At least, you didn't get the title of King Wu at the age of twenty-seven."

"There is no such thing as martial arts." Jiang Wenzhao pursed her lips. "But that is also inheriting his father's genes. It has nothing to do with her."

"No matter what, give him a quota." Aunt Duan said meaningfully. "Although she hasn't shown up, I think she must be watching all this silently."

"Do you really want him to attend?" Jiang Wenzhao frowned. "You know. The once-decade martial arts conference is called a secret conference where strong people in the world gather. But it is also a concentration camp where strong people fall. Every session, countless martial arts geniuses have failed. And they are truly peerless geniuses."

"I think she should hope Chu Yun participate." Aunt Duan said slowly. "And the beginning of these old past events was the martial arts conference thirty years ago."

After saying that, Aunt Duan looked back at Jiang Wenzhao: "You said. Can this year's martial arts conference replicate the glory and brilliance of thirty years ago?"

"I'm looking forward to it."
Chapter completed!