In the afternoon of the next day, Meng Yan was invited to the manor of the King of Northern Burma.
"Master Meng is here, please come quickly!" The King of Northern Burma greeted Meng Yan enthusiastically.
"I don't dare to take it! I don't dare to take it!" Meng Yan waved his hands quickly, with a look of fear on his face, "King of Northern Burma, you are too polite. You are my elder, how dare I let you call me Mr. Meng!"
"Hahaha, Mr. Meng, you are too polite. Please sit down quickly." The King of Northern Burma laughed loudly, and then called for the butler to serve tea.
The butler led Meng Yan to a chair: "Master, please sit down."
Meng Yan sat down and thanked him with a smile.
"I think Mr. Meng already knows the reason why I invited Mr. Meng here!" said the King of Northern Burma.
"The King of Northern Burma is absolutely right!" Meng Yan said quickly, but he knew that this old fox wanted to make himself look embarrassed.
"Mr. Meng is indeed smart!"
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Meng Yan's face, and he said with a smile: "King of Northern Burma, I know you want to get that piece of King Biao from me. I bought it with real money. It would be too much for you to just grab it...
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Meng Yan did not finish his words, leaving the conversation for the King of Northern Myanmar to find an excuse to answer.
"I understand." The king of northern Myanmar nodded lightly.
"In that case, I won't beat around the bush. How much money do you want before you are willing to hand over King Biao?" King Burmese Northern asked straight to the point.
"King of Northern Burma, are you playing tricks on me? Do you think I will believe you?" Meng Yan snorted coldly.
The King of Northern Burma smiled and shook his head: "It's not a trick, it's just telling the truth. If Mr. Meng doesn't believe it, then there's nothing I can do about it."
Meng Yan frowned, hesitating in his heart. He was not sure whether the King of Northern Burma was aware of this situation.
"Mr. Meng, I know that you also want this King Biao very much in your heart, but you have to understand that this King Biao is a hot potato. If you want it, then you have to pay the price." The King of Burma North said coldly.
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"If you still want to live a good life, just hand over King Biao to me, otherwise be careful whether you come back today!" the King of Burma North threatened.
"You..." Meng Yan glared at the King of Northern Burma.
"What are you doing? Do you think I'm just scared? You should have heard of our name as 'Spang Fang', right?" the King of Northern Burma said word for word.
"Langya" is a branch of Myanmar's mysterious special operations force. It is rumored that all of them are retired special forces, desperadoes, committing murder, arson, robbery, theft, drug trafficking and other crimes.
"You..." Meng Yan gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that the King of Burma would dare to come directly to him.
Meng Yan glanced at the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard immediately drew a gun and pointed it at the King of Northern Myanmar, while Meng Yan quickly took out a bomb.
"I'm warning you, if you move again, I will detonate a bomb!" Meng Yan yelled.
Meng Yan is not stupid, he is in a weak position now, and the King of Northern Burma looks like he is sure to take advantage of him, so he must strike first.
"Mr. Meng, you are so courageous!" the king of northern Myanmar sneered.
"You...what do you want?" Meng Yan asked in a panic.
The King of Northern Burma smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Meng. I just want King Biao. As long as you hand it over, you can still leave safely. I am also willing to pay you the money you spent to buy King Biao."
Meng Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Is what you said true?"
"Of course!" the king of Myanmar said with certainty.
"But how can I believe that you won't regret it after getting King Biao?"
"Then what do you want Mr. Meng to do?" The king of northern Burma was a little unhappy and felt that Meng Yan was a little disrespectful.
Meng Yan thought for a while and said: "I can let him appear in the public market in northern Myanmar. As for who can get it, it depends on his ability!"
"Mr. Meng is quite confident." The king of Northern Burma stabbed him lukewarmly, wanting to continue bargaining.
Meng Yan frowned: "I think my request is very reasonable. If you are still unwilling to accept it, the worst case scenario is that we will fight to the death and see who can afford to lose more!"
Hearing this, the King of Northern Burma nodded: "Okay, Mr. Meng, walk slowly. I hope Mr. Meng can keep his word."
The king of Myanmar stood up and stared deeply at Meng Yan's back, with a smile on his lips.
He turned and walked out of the house, whispering a few words as he passed by a bodyguard in black outside the door.
The bodyguard in black nodded respectfully, then turned and walked into the room.
On the other side, Meng Yan walked out of the villa, got into the car, and the driver started the vehicle and drove towards the auction venue.
Yang Baifeng summoned the caravan elders at the venue, saying that there was something important to announce. A group of elders gathered together in twos and threes to discuss in low voices why Yang Baifeng suddenly summoned them.
Not long after, Meng Yan arrived at the auction venue and found Yang Baifeng along the way, preparing to solve another issue today.
When Yang Baifeng saw Meng Yan, he cleared his throat and said, "Bai Yufeng will bring Li Hua here soon. After today, Li Hua will take over the caravan again. Do you have any objections?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Secondly, as evidenced by the belt card, Meng Yan and Meng Xiaoyou are actually the grandson of Shi Zhongxian. From now on, he will be the chief elder of the caravan. Do you have any objections?" Yang Baifeng asked.
This time no one made a sound.
Yang Baifeng was also very decisive. When no one objected, he immediately settled the matter: "Since you don't have any objections, I will treat it as your agreement. There is nothing else to say. Let's leave."
The elders left one after another in small groups of twos and threes, and soon only Yang Baifeng and Meng Yan were left at the auction venue.
Yang Baifeng waved to Meng Yan and motioned for him to sit down.
Meng Yan was not polite and sat down aside.
"Don't worry, little friend Meng, no matter what their attitude is, as long as I, Yang Baifeng, can help, I will definitely help!" Yang Baifeng said solemnly.
"You're welcome, Mr. Yang. It's an honor for this junior to win Mr. Yang's favor." Meng Yan complimented, then stopped talking and silently thought about the King of Northern Burma.
Yang Baifeng was silent for a while, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Meng Yan is worthy of being a dragon and a phoenix among people, and his mind is indeed extraordinary. Not only does he know how to use Li Fengyu's relationship, but he is also able to manipulate the king of northern Burma.
"Meng Yan, do you know why we have summoned you to this meeting today?" Yang Baifeng asked slowly.
Meng Yan's heart skipped a beat. He knew that the King of Northern Burma was difficult to deal with, otherwise he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble just now. Now it seems that his guess was correct.
"Mr. Yang, please speak." Meng Yan said respectfully.
Yang Baifeng smiled and said: "We are all smart people, let's open the skylight and speak frankly! Meng Yan, if the king of northern Myanmar can come to northern Myanmar in the future, the main purpose of the public sale is to bid for the king, right?"
"That's true!" Meng Yan said.
"Then what are you going to do now?" Yang Baifeng asked.