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The two lion dance teams began to perform, and warm-up gongs and drums sounded on the stage.
Chen Yiyi is also a guest, so she needs an invitation if she wants to come in.
The Yuanyuan Guoshu Promotion and Research Foundation has financed the rental of all the venues in Shuixiang Renjia for one month.
When Chen Yiyi saw Fanxing, she ran over. Regardless of how many people there were or what kind of people were around, she took Fanxing's hand and greeted her. Mr. Mei said Fanxing needed to be quiet now, as he would participate in the arena competition later.
She didn't know that Fanxing was also participating in the arena competition, so she asked Zhutong worriedly: "Is Taoist Fanxing in danger?"
"I don't know, it's hard to say." Zhu Tong said.
This is also a common worry among all the Taoist masters present. Now, no one from the Wanjia Buddhism side has shown up, and they have no idea what powerful characters the other party will invite.
The ruthless and dreamy masters have both been in Jianghu Dao for many years. The current situation is like a fight between two people. One party knows the other party very thoroughly; while the other party, Jianghu Dao, does not know much about the other party's details.
Qu Laoyi walked over with Liu Yilan.
Matsui Heizhi arrived, and Zhu Tong and Chen Yiyi left here to socialize and fulfill their obligations as hosts.
As the time approaches, more and more guests arrive, and Zhu Tong needs to entertain more and more guests.
The fragrant wind began to float around the artificial lake, and the skirts fluttered, making it feel like a business party.
However, the person Zhu Tong wanted to see most never showed up. That was Lan Zhanjiang. He had planned to take this opportunity to have an informal exchange with Matsui Heizhi and Lan Zhanjiang to reach some consensus on the issue of MTK Shipping Company.
When he saw Liu Yilan, he looked for an opportunity to come up to her and asked in a low voice: "Sister Yilan, isn't Mr. Lan coming?"
"I don't know. Zhanjiang said he would come as soon as possible. He was still in Singapore yesterday." Speaking of Lan Zhanjiang, Liu Yilan looked a little weird. Zhu Tong was thinking about it when Liu Yilan pointed at her and was walking not far away.
The two people smiled and said: "You should know each other, do you still need me to introduce you?"
Zhu Tong looked over and saw Yu Lan and Huang Jie. Huang Jie, in particular, was such a long-lost friend.
Yu Lan has changed, she is still so charming, and there is something in her eyes that was rare before; happiness and confidence.
In the past, although Yu Lan also showed composure, she did it for outsiders to see, and there was nothing solid in her heart to support her self-confidence. Now Yu Lan is a person who is sure of the future, knows what she is doing, and can
What does a professional manager do?
According to social etiquette, ladies are given priority.
Zhu Tong took Yu Lan's extended hand and said softly: "Sister Yu, welcome to Shanghai."
"I hope I can help you." Yu Lan also said softly.
The two were once very close, but after these two brief exchanges, their relationship has opened a new page.
"Mr. Huang, I hope we can have a happy cooperation." Zhu Tong extended his hand to Huang Jie.
"This is also my hope. Director Li, please take care of me." Perhaps to cover up his immaturity, Huang Jie grew a beard, which at least made him look more mature.
Zhu Men has the ability to observe people. Zhu Tong looked at Huang Jie carefully and suddenly felt that this face was somewhat similar to another face, especially the eyes. Huang Jie is probably the descendant of Master Kongji. The surname Huang,
It is very closely related to the monk’s yellow cassock; who is Huang Jie’s mother?
Zhu Tong couldn't control his mind, and the bad roots in human nature drove him to make involuntary guesses. It was funny in his heart. Master Nowhere's ability to get the position of abbot of Puxian Temple must have a lot to do with him always taking care of Huang Jie.
From this point of view, Master Wuwu is Master Kongji’s real friend, and Monk Snow is also Master Kongji’s friend. Master Kongmu’s attempt to shake Kongji with the financial resources of Puxian Temple seems a bit naive.
"Both CEOs are our gods of wealth. I should be the one who needs to take care of me." Such speculation cannot be made nonsense. Zhu Tong took the opportunity of exchanging business cards to hide the slight smile on his face. Oh, Yu Lan
Sure enough, he became the CEO of Donghai Investment, Huang Jie was the CEO of the Port Economic and Trade Investment Development Co., Ltd., and the title on Zhu Tong's business card was just the director of the Fuhua Shipbuilding Preparatory Office.
"If you have time in the evening, I'll treat you two to dinner." Zhu Tong extended the invitation.
Yu Lan's eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "I'm afraid some people won't dare to eat Director Li's food."
Huang Jie smiled shyly and said, "Director Li must not spend any money. I'll treat you to this meal."
Master Nowhere came to greet Huang Jie, and Yu Lan whispered to Zhu Tong: "You can't have contact with him recently. District Chief Zheng was double-checked yesterday. Huang Jie's company will be investigated soon."
Zhu Tong didn't say anything. There was no way that the backend of the Port Economic and Trade Investment Development Co., Ltd. was just District Chief Zheng. He didn't have the ability to let Huang Jie escape from an incident like the Chen family.
"Sister Yu, why did you take over Donghai Investment?" He was more concerned about this issue.
In fact, the relationship between Donghai Investment and him is the biggest question lingering in Zhu Tong's heart.
"The boss said that Wanghai Pharmaceutical has become an adult and my skills are no longer sufficient, so he fired me. So I had to come to Shanghai to apply. I wonder if this answer can satisfy your curiosity?" Yu Lan smiled mysteriously.
Yes; replied very perfunctorily.
The Ten Thousand Buddhas came just at half past nine, and the scene when they appeared was truly spectacular.
Wan Jiahai walked in front with a swaying fat body. On the left was Wuqing, who was dressed in casual clothes, and on the right was Mr. Smith. Neither Sirea nor Karl appeared. Next to Smith was a virtuous monk, the master of Chuansu.
Such a ranking makes everyone feel that although Master Chuansu is the presiding officer of Yunfeng Temple, he is not as important as Master Qingqing. No matter how you look at it, he is just like a sign.
Sheng Fu and Jiang Xiaoyu were in the second row. Jiang Xiaoyu was pushing a wheelchair, and sitting on it was a kind-hearted old monk. He was the Master of Utopia who was expelled from the Golden Buddha Temple. Although he was expelled from martial arts and was kicked out of Buddhism, Utopia
The master is still dressed in monk's robes. But his complexion is slightly sluggish, and his face is a little more energetic.
From the back, judging from the attire, they should be the contestants representing the Wanjia Shengfo. There are old and young, tall and low. In the old saying, they are fat and burly, thin and spirited; old and old, and comfortable.
He is short and has a short air.
Master Zhu Tong's vision met one place, and an impulse suddenly surged in his heart. He walked over in a few steps to fight against the procession of thousands of Buddhist disciples. His body movements were so swift and erratic that he was almost stopped in the wheelchair before the people around him could react.
forward.
The area suddenly became quiet. Many people were looking this way, and some people were quietly moving this way.
"Yu Tian, how old are you this year?" Zhu Tong clasped his hands, suppressed his negative emotions, and spoke as calmly as possible.
"Amitabha, I wonder why the donor asks?"
"I hope you can live for a few more years." Zhu Tong glanced coldly at Jiang Xiaoyu; "If you don't kill me this time, you will have no chance in the future. Just wait, I hope you can live to that day."
Fantasy was a little uneasy, and the murderous intent in Zhu Tong's eyes made people think that he might kill someone at any time, and his target was the old man in the wheelchair.
Jiang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when a person suddenly appeared next to Zhu Tong, Taoist Priest Fanxing.
Then, Qin Keqiang and Qu Laoyi broke in side by side. Qu Laoyi squinted his eyes and said to the sky: "You should not leave Jiangjiacun alive or dead."
"I'm out, what can you do?" Xuan Xiang showed an unruly expression.
"You know." Qu Laoyi separated their eyes, and Fanxing pulled Zhu Tong away.
Fatty Han pretended not to see Zhu Tong and greeted a little man next to him loudly as if no one else was around.
Zhu Tong was pulled to a corner. Taoist Fanxing didn't say anything, but stayed with him quietly. It took more than ten minutes before he returned to normal. He didn't know why he hated an old man so much that he even wanted to kill him, but he said no.
exit.
Returning to the scene again, the players from both sides were already sitting in their seats.
Surprisingly, there is also a foreigner in Wanjia Shengfo's team, Danny Rawson.
Zhu Tong didn't think much of Paul, who lost one of his hands to Qin Keqiang, but Danny Rawson, the British bodyguard commander, was a real master.
Not to mention anything else, if ordinary martial arts masters faced Paul without understanding the situation, they would probably be confused by the momentum and fierce and powerful fists at the beginning. Even with Qin Keqiang's ability, he would start to suffer.
Some losses.
Danny Rawson is more calm than Paul. If Paul is a ferocious white bear, Rawson is a silent cheetah, equipped to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent at any time.
Zhu Tong suddenly began to worry about his own team's appearance order. It would be better for Qin Keqiang or Snow Kuang Monk to face Luo Ersen, but he was most afraid that Cheng Hu or Liu Yilan would encounter such an opponent.
He hasn't seen Cheng Hu yet, nor has he seen his uncle Zhu Huang.
Qin Keqiang had already sat on the seat on the red stage. He also saw Danny Rawson and said something to Qu Laoyi beside him.
It turned out that they were responsible for arranging the troops. Zhu Tong finally calmed down a little; these two people were not easy to get along with, and they would definitely consider all possibilities carefully.
Four more people came in at the entrance, Huang Hai and Ye'er accompanied Xiang Lao; there was also a colleague brought by Huang Hai from Beijing. It seemed that he also had good kung fu.
Who sent them the invitation? Zhu Tong was suspicious, but had to leave Yu Lan and go with Chen Yiyi to greet them.
Xiang Huayi laughed and scolded: "Li Xiang, you didn't notify me of such a lively event. Do you think I'm in the way?"
"How dare you? I am also a guest. How can I make the decision about who someone invites or not?"
Chen Yiyi took Ye'er's hand and said, "Yes, they paid to rent this place, so I got an invitation."
Huang Hai glanced at Jiang Xiaoyu not far away and asked Zhu Tong: "Have you met?"
Zhu Tong nodded and said nothing. Many people had seen the scene just now, and Huang Hai would know about it sooner or later.
Ye'er seemed to be chatting and laughing with Chen Yiyi as if nothing had happened. However, she didn't even look at Zhu Tong, as if she didn't know this person at all.
Huang Hai didn't introduce himself to Zhu Tong at the same time, and Zhu Tong certainly didn't ask too many questions. He didn't ask how they got in or who gave them the invitation.
At ten o'clock sharp, I remembered three thunderclaps out of thin air, and the curtain on the arena slowly opened; it should be said that it was removed. Today's highlight officially began.
Eighteen muscular men with bare upper body beat eighteen giant drums on the ring.
The magnificent and powerful drum beat swept away the majestic wind lingering over the people in the water town. The people present immediately felt that this was not an ordinary business dinner or opening ceremony, but an exciting and dangerous arena competition.
The beating of the drums brought silence, and old Mr. Zhou Banweng stepped onto the ring.