Listening to Yang Chen's careless words, Xie Kui's heart flashed with anger, but there was no change in his face. He just smiled and raised his hands and clasped his fists: "The Donghai City Guoshu Association is a subordinate organization of the Huaxia Guoshu Association.
Among them, it can be regarded as ranking in the top five. The association has many masters, and it is definitely impossible to disband."
"oh."
Yang Chen just responded lightly, "Then what?"
"I have already reported Mr. Yang's matter to the current president of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association and the committee."
"President Ouyang means that with Mr. Yang's ability, there is no need to participate in those preliminary rounds. He can directly parachute into the finals and compete with the rest of us."
Xie Kui squinted his eyes, stared at Yang Chen, and cupped his fists.
"That President Ouyang of yours really thinks highly of me. In order for me to participate, he would even do such things as airborne."
"What? Are you planning to let me wear a yellow robe and become your president?"
After hearing this, Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"Mr. Yang, I still say that there are many masters in our Donghai City Martial Arts Association. Whether you can become the president depends on Mr. Yang's ability and ranking in this competition."
Xie Kui said solemnly.
"Speaking of which... I really have no interest, but after hearing what you said, I'm still very curious about what kind of organization your Donghai City Guoshu Association is."
"Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely go."
Yang Chen said, put the invitation letter into the pocket of his coat, and then made a gesture of invitation: "If nothing happens, you can withdraw, and don't affect the opening of our Jisheng Hall for consultation."
"Farewell!"
Xie Kui was not angry either. He clasped his fists and nodded. His eyes paused on Sun Siyuan for a moment, then turned and left Jisheng Hall.
After a few people drove away, Sun Yahan took a deep breath and looked up at Yang Chen in shock: "Yang Chen, what kind of martial arts association are you talking about? This is the first time I've heard of it."
"Yahan, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked. Just take care of our Jishengtang."
Before Yang Chen could explain, Sun Siyuan behind him stood up and walked over, stood with his hands behind his back, and said seriously.
"I know, Grandpa."
Sun Yahan could only give up, forcibly curb her curiosity, and nodded.
"Mr. Sun, Yahan, I'm going to Tianmen City tomorrow to celebrate the birthday of a buddy of mine. I have to take care of the consultation the day after tomorrow. If anything happens at Jishengtang, please call me."
Yang Chen changed the subject and said.
"Don't worry, it's no problem, I'm here."
Sun Siyuan smiled and nodded.
"That's okay. I'll leave first. I have to clean up when I get back."
Yang Chen said hello and walked out the door leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth.
After the white BMW
"Yahan, this kid will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future, and I'm afraid his background is not something we can delve into, so don't ask any more questions."
"But Xiao Yang usually seems carefree, but he is still an upright boy with a strong sense of responsibility. With him in our Jishengtang, his future future will not be bad."
Sun Siyuan said something serious, turned around and entered the study, leaving Sun Yahan looking at the door in the direction where Yang Chen was leaving, mumbling something unknown.
…
The next day.
Eleven o'clock in the morning, Tianmen City, Tianmen International Airport.
Wearing a white sweatshirt and sweatpants, a young man wearing a pair of red shoes stood at the exit of the station with an old black suitcase in his hand. He quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.
Tone: "Huh... I'm really suffocated to death. I haven't even confiscated my lighter. Fortunately, I met a kind person. Otherwise, I, a great expert, would have died of suffocation in another place because I had no fire and couldn't smoke. The old man would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood."
"
This person is none other than Yang Chen who came to Tianmen City.
After coming out of Jishengtang yesterday, I went to the mall to buy an outfit worth 800 yuan. In the morning, I briefly styled my hair, drove to Donghai Airport, and after an hour and a half flight, landed in Tianmen City.
"Buzz buzz!"
Just as he was taking a few puffs of cigarette, the cell phone in his sweater pocket rang.
He took out his phone and took a look at it, with a happy smile on his lips, and then quickly replied with a voice message: "What? I've only been away for less than three hours, and I already miss your man?"
The person who sent the message was none other than Li Xiaoran, who was at odds with him.
Last night, Li Xiaoran learned that Yang Chen was going to Tianmen City suddenly, so he secretly helped pack his clothes that night and gave him his suitcase.
His face was not good, but his heart was indeed warm, which made Yang Chen feel happy.
When I was leaving the house this morning, I secretly kissed Li Xiaoran while others were unprepared.
Thinking of this scene, Yang Chen couldn't help but touch his mouth, as if the sweetness of Li Xiaoran's cheeks still remained between his lips and teeth.
"Who missed you!"
"My mother told you to take care of your health, don't catch a cold, and come back early."
Li Xiaoran quickly replied to WeChat with an angry expression.
"Okay, my dear wife."
Yang Chen replied with a touching expression. Just as he was about to put the phone in, he suddenly received a WeChat message from Chu Yingluo: "Brother, wait a moment, we'll be there in ten minutes. There's a bit of a traffic jam on the road."
"Hey, isn't this Chang Wanting's boyfriend?"
"What? You're not farming in Qingshan Village, you're here to travel."
"Why didn't you take Miss Chang with you? Could it be that you were dumped?"
"Where are you going? Do you want me to take you there?"
Just when Yang Chen was about to reply to Chu Yingluo on WeChat, a discordant voice came with mockery and teasing, mixed with the sneers of men and women.
When Yang Chen heard this, he turned around and saw a group of people coming from the right side.
The young man walking at the front had shiny, slicked-back hair, a white slim-fitting suit, and a large gold watch on his wrist that shone brightly.
In the place where his right hand was embracing her, a pretty girl with a slim waist was leaning against him. Her brows and eyes were full of coquettishness, and there was a trace of the unruliness of a rich lady in her eyes.
The ultra-short hip-hugging dress, coupled with Balenciaga's black stockings, instantly became the center of attention at the airport entrance. Many men stopped and liked it.
"Master Jin, what a coincidence."
Looking at the man approaching, Yang Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled.
The visitor is none other than Jin Wei, the eldest son of the Jin Film Group, who failed to show off in Donghai City last time.
"It's quite a coincidence."
Jin Wei walked over, hugged the beautiful woman in his arms, and looked at Yang Chen coldly with squinted eyes.
"What? Young Master Jin changed his guns again?"
Yang Chen glanced at the high-tech green tea girl in his arms, raised his hand to signal, and asked.