Chapter 2767: Gathering of Geniuses

Hearing the shouts of the two people, Ye Tianlong pretended to be surprised: "You two are..."

The rich man was also slightly surprised: "Young Master Pu, Elder Minglong, do you know my brother?"

Before Pu Zhanjun and Elder Minglong could respond, Li Xian'er stood up and shook hands with Ye Tianlong: "Hello, Mr. Ye, let me say hello to you on behalf of Mr. Li."

Wu Jing was also generous: "Hello, Mr. Ye. General Weng Sha misses Mr. Ye very much. He will go to Ma Kingdom to sit down when he has time."

Ye Tianlong smiled and shook hands with them: "Thank you, and say hello to Mr. Li and the others for me."

Then, he looked at Pu Zhanjun and Minglong: "What do you call them?"

Impeccable.

The rich man introduced with a smile: "This is Nan Han's first young master, Pu Zhanjun's eldest son, and this is Dongyang's first affairs elder, Elder Minglong."

Minglong reacted: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye is so similar to an old friend of mine. At first glance, he looks like the same person."

Pu Zhanjun patted his head, then stretched out his hand: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I thought Mr. Ye was a brother of mine."

They were really shocked by Ye Tianlong, after all, he was so similar to Ye Tianlong, but when they saw the rich man and his appearance, they could only hold back their surprise.

After all, not only was Fu Yuanwai convinced that he was Mingjiang Ye Tianlong, but Li Xian'er and Wu Jing also believed that it was impossible for the three of them to admit their mistake at the same time.

Therefore, it can only be their preconception.

"Elder Minglong, hello Pu Shao."

Ye Tianlong smiled and shook hands with the two, and then said directly: "I know who you think I am, the current killing god, Taicheng Ye Tianlong."

"Several people have already thought I was him, and I scared them to death."

"I have also seen photos of Ye Tianlong, and they are indeed somewhat similar, and he seems to be a little more skilled than me."

"That guy is really awesome. He is handsome, good at literature and martial arts, and he is decisive in killing people. I have never seen such a talent like him."

Ye Tianlong praised himself very well.

"It's just that I didn't expect that Elder Minglong and Young Master Pu would also admit their mistake."

Ye Tianlong laughed loudly: "It seems that if I kill Ye Tianlong one day, no one will know about his credit and wealth."

"Master Ye is joking."

Although Pu Zhanjun was still exploring Ye Tianlong, his expression softened a little: "You and Ye Tianlong are indeed similar, but there are still fundamental differences."

"Your face is a little bigger than his, and your hair is black and white."

"Of course, the most important thing is that my brother is arrogant by nature and has an edge all over his body."

"Master Ye is much more reserved than him."

This is also Pu Zhanjun's expectation for Ye Tianlong, hoping that he can cut the edges and corners, keep a low profile, so as not to shoot the first one.

"Master Pu is right."

Minglong also raised a smile: "Young Master Ye is on good terms with wealthy officials, General Weng Sha and Mr. Li, which shows that people are unusually sophisticated."

"But Ye Tianlong is more of a self-centered person, and the world is not as big as him."

There was a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth: "Sooner or later, he will stumble and even die on the street."

Pu Zhanjun frowned slightly: "Elder Minglong, don't speak ill of my brother. No matter what he is, he is my good brother..."

Elder Minglong narrowed his eyes and wanted to speak out but ended up smiling. After experiencing the changes in the East, he could bear more resignation.

However, a few Japanese people snorted: "Ye Tianlong is a bastard, our enemy, a murderer! A devil on earth! A shameless villain!"

Pu Zhanjun's face turned cold: "What did you say?"

Ye Tianlong hurriedly stepped forward to break up the fight: "Guys, stop arguing. If you quarrel over Mr. Ye and me, others will laugh at you."

"And I also have a lot of issues with Dongyang and Nanhan."

"The Qingshui family, Park Si-won... are all people I have had conflicts with. I can't finish talking about my grievances and grievances for ten days and ten nights."

"If we go further, we may have to bring up the history of Eastern invasion of China and Nanhan. If this continues, we might as well go home and sleep."

"Let's ignore the past grievances and treat them as acquaintances without fighting. Let's get together and have a chat today."

Ye Tianlong also pointed his finger: "Look at the circles of Europeans and Americans. They are so united, so proud, so aloof, and they refuse to be approached by other groups."

"If we make a noise, we will only become the butt of jokes."

He invited Pu Zhanjun and the others to sit down again: "Come, come, sit down. I'll be the host today. We'll talk about it later."

Fu Yuanwai also smiled and said: "Yes, let's talk about our grudges later, don't make others laugh."

Seeing Ye Tianlong smooth things over and what he said was very reasonable, and looking at the Western circle who were laughing at him intentionally or unintentionally, Pu Zhanjun and the others nodded one after another.

The atmosphere relaxed again.

"Actually, it's all we can do now is not to be laughed at."

Wu Jing poured a cup of tea for Ye Tianlong: "We probably won't have a chance in the bidding for the Expedition."

"Prince Mason has already declared that he is bound to win."

She sighed softly: "The British pressure, the British-Ukrainian friendship, and the power of Prince Mason all make our chances smaller and smaller."

"Several European royal families in Bilar also jointly declared that they support Prince Mason's successful bid. Anyone who dares to stumble will be their enemy."

Li Xian'er also sighed quietly: "This statement is tantamount to a threat, and there is basically no play."

"I heard that Yingwu was originally going to trade privately, but the bidding announcement was accidentally sent out, so the whole formality could only be completed."

"If I had to go through the formalities to save General Ugo's face, I would have flown back to the new country long ago..."

Hearing these words, Park Zhanjun and his men all looked gloomy.

They were all local heroes, and being treated as background pawns was a little bit unpleasant, but there was nothing they could do, as they could not afford to offend the West.

"They are coming, Prince Mason and his men are coming."

Just then, outside the garden, there were suddenly bursts of exclamations, like a superstar appearing on stage.

With this shout, the originally noisy garden suddenly became silent, and all the sounds disappeared the next moment.

"De De De——"

A garden as big as half a football field, the entrance, the alley, and the rostrum, without any sound, became silent, so quiet that it was palpitating.

Except for the footsteps that fell on the stone bricks, which seemed to fall on people's hearts, even the wind that blew past was indescribably cautious.

The footsteps coming in from the entrance did not belong to one person, and were not even very neat, but everyone could hear everyone's movements clearly.

It was not how loud the footsteps were, nor was it deliberately dragging, but it was with indescribable pride.

The pride of the spring breeze and the galloping horses.

"England, Prince Mason is here!"

"Barcelona, ​​Prince Louis is here!"

"Paris, Miss Windsor is here!"

"Portugal, Master Simon is here!"

Instantly, the small garden was filled with geniuses...