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The next two days.
Yang Tian left the Yang Family and Binjiang once again.
But this ti, he was not alone—he had Ji Yanran accompanying him.
The two of them stepped onto that wicked blade and sliced through the sky. Under Yang Tian’s mastery of the blade, they road across many places, eting countless familiar faces.
The Wei Family Auction House, located in Han Port City in the southern part of China—this was the first ti they t.
Ji Yanran had once lived in Star City with her father.
They had arranged their engagent in the southern region of Xinjiang.
Of course, there were also places like Grey Valley County, West Flow Mountain, Tongqi Mountain, and even Peak Heng Mountain, South Africa, Japan, and the United States!
In such a dreamlike journey, the two were always tightly woven together, walking through heaven and earth, amidst the crowd, savoring that kind of beauty together, and jointly feeling the hard-earned, yet fleeting, monts about to pass.
By midday on the third day, they finally arrived at the starting point of it all—the beginning of Yang Tian’s extraordinary journey, Su Yingtian!
At this mont, Yang Tian brought Ji Yanran to Yingtian, where a group of people who had t Yang Tian before in Yingtian were discussing past events.
Yingtian’s most famous five-star hotel was located on the second floor of Zunhuang Restaurant.
First, Bitian, Shi Jie, Xu Fei, and Han Fei, these mbers of the younger generation, gathered together. Of course, among them was also the Heavenly God, who inherited the Guo Family’s renowned national orchid and beca the head of the household, as well as Yang Tian’s childhood friend, Wu Min.
Over the years, people naturally experienced significant changes.
Shi Jie and **, two once mischievous children, had inherited their parents’ estates and beca prominent figures in the province.
Han Fei had also shed the image of a prideful and charming girl, transforming into a mature woman.
As for Wu Min, her transformation was the most remarkable!
Now, she had faded out of the life of a typical married woman. Sitting beside her husband was no longer an ordinary person, but instead, a rising star in the business world in China—just shy of thirty years old, yet already a legend in half of China’s comrcial circles.
孟诚, known as ng Chuanqi, the giant in business!
So many years! Our business has always been busy, but there hasn’t truly been a good reunion until today—for the first ti! Are we planning to bring a few brothers together?
The Shi Jie family originally ran a restaurant, so the scene on the table naturally felt familiar.
He stepped forward, raised a glass, and said with a smile.
Others saw this and imdiately laughed, raising their glasses, with even so people already aligning with Shi Jie.
At that ti, we were still young, full of energy, with so conflicts, but after so many years of not seeing each other, our thoughts had matured significantly, so we ca to understand.
We knocked our glasses together, filled them with fine wine, toasted each other, and slowly quieted down, chatting away.
I ntioned you were quite interesting. Wasn’t your father a police officer? Why didn’t you enter the business world but instead into the Great Realm? Shi Jie should first embrace ** and laugh out loud.
"Haha, how could there be soone so remarkable at mixing in the Great Realm?" My father fooling around with the factory director for so many years, still ended up not retiring and going into business? Besides, doesn’t my Zheng Family’s situation today surpass the past? ** laughed and said.
"Indeed!"
Shi Jie listened, laughed, and said: "We are the generation who were ant to rise during that era, but now, naturally, we’ve mingled and haven’t faltered. Look around—this enterprise sits solidly in North China, and my family and your families hold a significant position in Su District too! It is said that Feifei’s family recently won a major trade cooperation with a foreign consortium. Needless to say, Guo Ran and your sister are our Gods. As for Wu Min, you..."
Shi Jie gave a thumbs-up to ng Cheng sitting beside Wu Min and said, "The na ng Chuanqi is as loud as thunder piercing the ears. For the future business world, we’ll need your help more often!"
"Oh, no, no! Since all of us are past friends of Wu Min, you are all my friends, too!"
ng Cheng responded, sipping lightly, seemingly with unusual modesty, and was imdiately t with cheers.
Wu Min, watching her husband beside her, beaming with pride at such praise, wore a proud smile: "Mr. Cheng said it well; we’ve always been friends, and in the future, if you need help, one word is all it takes!"
Wu Min’s words made Shi Jie and ** laugh heartily, raising repeated toasts.
After three rounds of drinks, Han Feifei suddenly asked with a smile, "I wonder if you’ve heard of our white God in China?"
"Is it the male God? In your eyes, being handso equals being a God for n!"
Shi Jie scoffed at Han Feifei, then added, "Of course you know! In the past few years, soone humiliated the United States; our Chinese God crushed them completely."
Yang Tian?
Because Han Fei had just spoken, Wu Min felt sowhat unsettled and imdiately turned pale.
The others had strange expressions on their faces.
When we are together, we naturally enjoy reminiscing about the past, but I’m afraid no one likes bringing up the sha of that year.
No matter who it was, that year, they were trampled by soone of the sa generation!
The appearance of that person taught them the aning of what’s unreachable, what’s the frog in the well!
Even buried deep within the hearts of many was the greatest sha!
Staring at the crowd’s silence, Shi Jie coldly laughed and said, "You don’t have to act like that. Back then, we could only attend receptions held on the first floor of the Grand Hotel. But now, we’re sitting in private rooms on the second floor, where those big figures used to gather."
As soon as this remark was made, Guo Ran, the most tragic young person taught by Yang Tian, imdiately recovered from the awkwardness, grinning as he said, "This is thanks to Shi Jie!" That well-known saying, ’Thirty years on the East Bank, thirty years on the West Bank,’ truly ans there’s no need to fret over what happened back then! It’s been so many years—he hasn’t shown up—I’m afraid he’s already been washed away by the crowd!"
"Correct! Guo Dazhao is right. At that ti, he was indeed amazing. But even the leaders of Suzhou’s 13 cities have been constantly shifting. He... Haha, that’s just a distant mory now!" One of the forr mischievous kids laughed and said.
"Indeed! Not to ntion Guo Dazhao and you guys—even for us, he may not have climbed higher today!"
"Exactly! During today’s gathering, why didn’t anyone invite him? I’d love to see who needs to bow before whom now!"
"The forr Mr. Yang, haha, now I call him Xiao Yang—it’s all probably just to spark so spirit in him again! He’s like Purple Mist Tower, and the ashes have long been extinguished!"
Compared to Guo Ran and Shi Jie, other people had little affection for Yang Tian, and their words grew increasingly disdainful.
Hearing these remarks, Guo Ran and Shi Jie’s faces imdiately turned red as they drank several rounds of alcohol, seemingly resonating with those thoughts deep in their hearts.
Among everyone present, only one person here was not affiliated.
For among these people, he was the only one who had maintained a connection with Yang Tian over the recent years.
In Yanjing, he personally witnessed Yang Tian stepping into the Zhou Family with one foot and taking the life of Zhou Fuyang, the Zhou Family’s second grandfather, with one hand.
Such imposing strength might surpass the past!
Of course, he said nothing about these matters the entire ti.
After all, he could tell from the words of those present that they harbored resentnt towards Yang Tian. If he now spoke the truth, wouldn’t it embarrass everyone here?
But apart from this individual, soone else seed quite intrigued by Guo Ran and Shi Jie’s remarks.
This man was Wu Min’s husband, Uncle Cheng.
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