The Assis family is mysterious and low-key, and their behavior is also very strange.
In the village, there are black nets covering everything, and everything is dark.
As soon as Lan Jingyu arrived, they were informed and asked to meet in the conference room.
The conference room is at the innermost part of the village, with iron walls inside and out. If something happens, you will never be able to escape.
When I sat inside, there was only an incandescent lamp overhead, and everything was dark, like an interrogation room.
Song Xiang felt depressed, so he simply closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Lan Jingyu sat on the edge, playing with the lighter leisurely.
About half an hour later, someone came in.
Song Xiang subconsciously stood up, but Lan Jingyu didn't move.
The door opened, someone approached from the darkness, and the sound of crutches reached my ears first.
Song Xiang squinted his eyes, and after a while, he finally saw the outline of the person coming clearly.
The old white man has gray hair and beard, but he is very well groomed. He is dressed in a white robe from head to toe. He does not look like a black man, but more like a monk.
After walking under the light, Song Xiang met those stern eyes.
"Mr. Assis."
The other party didn't respond and walked to the head of the long table.
Song Xiang turned around and did not sit down.
The old man pressed his hands on the crutches, glanced at Lan Jingyu first, and spoke standard Chinese.
"Miss Rong, the Assis family can't do anything you want to do. Please come back."
He refused when he opened his mouth, catching Song Xiang off guard.
"I know this is difficult, but if you can't do anything, who else can I turn to in Xiaodongzhou?"
She looked calm and sat down slowly, "According to our oriental rules, you are Master Lan's grandfather, and naturally you are also an elder. I should be treated with generous gifts when I visit. This time I come suddenly, you may think I am rude."
As she spoke, she took out a check from her bag and handed it to the nearest bodyguard.
"It's a little thought, please give me some guidance. I will be very grateful to you."
The bodyguard placed the check in Assis's hand.
The old man glanced at it, then smiled with an unknown meaning on his lips, "The Rong family is indeed as rich as the country."
Song Xiang lowered his head, "Businessmen value profits. No matter how rich you are, there is no reason to reveal your wealth unless necessary."
She wiped her tears as she said, "He and I have just been engaged. There is really nothing we can do about this kind of thing. Please have mercy on me."
Next to her, Lan Jingyu watched her face change in a second, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
Looking up, Assis frowned, "You are making things difficult for me."
"Old ghost, don't be too pretentious, everyone is talking about this. This money is enough to keep your people busy for a year, so you are just pretending." Lan Jingyu said.
Song Xiang sniffed.
Assis: "..."
There was a moment of silence in the conference room.
Assis lowered the corners of his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and then pushed the check in front of him forward.
"There is a saying in your culture, 'If you don't have diamonds, you won't do porcelain work.' Miss Rong should understand what I mean. I can't handle your matter."
Song Xiang paused in wiping his tears, the sadness on his face disappeared instantly, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"You are making things too difficult for me," she said.
Assis frowned, "How do you say this?"
"I sincerely hope that you can accept my plea."
Assis stared at her, wondering what her expression meant.
The next second, Song Xiang suddenly pulled out the wooden box from his waist.
In full view of everyone, he aimed at Lan Jingyu beside him!
Lan Jingyu: "Oh!"
There was a chorus of mechanical sounds, all aimed at Song Xiang.
Assis's eyes turned cold, "What does Miss Rong want to do?"