No one thought that the old Zhao family, who was busy with everything, would watch the life-and-death battle between Chen Ye and Muto Shinobi.
No one would have thought that the old man of the Zhao family, who had always been calm and self-confident, would smile from the bottom of his heart after that battle.
While all this was happening, Xiao Ziyu was alone in the apartment, sitting in front of the computer, and the computer screen also showed the live broadcast room.
Today, she is an assistant and student of Xia Guo's economics master, and has an apartment in the school.
"Are you pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?"
Xiao Ziyu sat in front of the table, staring at Chen Ye in the screen through the dazzling barrage in the live broadcast room, and asked with a smile.
"Buzz..."
At this moment, the vibrating sound of the phone suddenly sounded, making Xiao Ziyu come back from her joy.
Xiao Ziyu picked up the mobile phone on the table and saw a call from her grandfather Xiao Zhiyuan.
"Grandpa, do you also know about Chen Ye's killing of Ninja Nation's martial arts genius Muto Shinobi?"
Xiao Ziyu answered the phone and asked proactively.
"Ok, I know."
Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly startled when he heard the sound, and then responded with a wry smile.
Although he did not watch the life and death battle that had just ended, someone told him the result of the battle as soon as it was over.
Xiao Ziyu smiled slightly and continued to ask:
"Then grandpa called me in such a hurry, was he worried that he would lose the bet?"
"Tzuyu, I hope he can win. In this way, North America's life will be difficult. At that time, they will take the initiative to find us to compromise and give up more benefits. One goes and the other goes, North America will be more difficult, and our life will be difficult. It will be better, and the national destiny will be more prosperous."
Xiao Zhiyuan said wisely, then changed the topic and continued:
"But I still think this possibility no longer exists. Even if Chen Ye is strong enough, North America will not let him win the championship."
"Grandpa, do you mean that North America will assassinate Chen Ye and prevent Chen Ye from appearing in the finals?"
Hearing Xiao Zhiyuan's words again, Xiao Ziyu's expression changed, and worry appeared in his eyebrows.
Xiao Zhiyuan sighed softly and said:
"I don't know and can't guess what North America will do specifically. I just put myself in their shoes and make judgments based on their style of doing things."
"Too."
Xiao Ziyu smiled bitterly.
Although Xiao Zhiyuan was one of the big bosses of the Xia Kingdom, he was not a marshal in military campaigns, and he had never participated in or experienced such a bloody thing.
Xiao Zhiyuan was moved in his heart and joked with a smile:
"Tzuyu, you seem very worried about his safety. If that's the case, why did you make a bet with me in the first place??"
"Grandpa, just because I believe him doesn't mean I'm not worried, right?"
Xiao Ziyu gave the answer.
"Your mouth is always so sharp."
Xiao Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, and then said: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I called you, not because of this matter."
"what is that?"
Xiao Ziyu was a little curious.
"Tianming has returned to Beijing. He came to visit me just now and proposed to invite me, your parents, and you to have dinner together tonight..."
Xiao Zhiyuan told the purpose of the call.
However--
Before he could finish what he said, Xiao Ziyu interrupted: "He is so proud."
"Tzuyu..."
When Xiao Zhiyuan heard the sound, he had a bad feeling in his heart - Xiao Ziyu didn't want to go to the appointment.
As expected, Xiao Ziyu said straightforwardly:
"Grandpa, if you want to go, you can go, I won't go anyway."
"Tzuyu, so many things happened before, which made Tianming and even the Zhao family lose face. Now, Tianming has taken the initiative to invite our family to dinner regardless of past grudges. If you don't go, it won't be justified."
Xiao Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
"Grandpa, I just promised you not to meet or contact Chen Ye, but I didn't promise you what to do with Zhao Tianming."
Xiao Ziyu responded with a firm tone.
"Forget it, let's wait until the global martial arts competition is settled and you give up before we talk about this matter."
Xiao Zhiyuan pondered for a moment and finally gave up.
Because he knows Xiao Ziyu and knows that Xiao Ziyu is extremely opinionated. Once a decision is made, no eight horses can pull it back.
In addition, he also believed in his own judgment that Chen Ye would not be able to win the global martial arts competition and would even lose his life.
Although he did not hope for such a result, his reason told him that it would be difficult for a miracle to happen! !
After Xiao Zhiyuan ended the call with Xiao Ziyu, he pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed Zhao Tianming's number.
"Destiny, I just contacted Ziyu. She has been working on a paper these two days. She is so busy that she can't find time. How about we wait until you come back next time to get together?"
When the call was connected, Xiao Zhiyuan spoke first and politely declined Zhao Tianming's invitation.
"Okay, Grandpa Xiao, I'll visit you next time I come back."
Zhao Tianming raised his brows slightly, but his tone was very polite and respectful, and he even had a smile on his face.
This is a habit he has developed through years of micro-expression training.
He rarely shows his true feelings on his face, and he maintains this habit even over the phone.
Afterwards, he exchanged polite words with Xiao Zhiyuan and hung up the phone.
"Master."
A few minutes later, an old man in black robe entered the room and saluted Zhao Tianming.
He is Zhao Tianming's old servant - Mo Wen.
That day, Chen Ye smashed the Prince Club sign in Yanjing City and severely injured Mo Wen, but left Mo Wen dead.
After Zhao Tianming was assigned to a poor province in the west, Mo Wen followed him.
Now, he has recovered from his injuries, but he has not yet returned to his original martial arts cultivation.
"Today's dinner is cancelled."
Zhao Tianming glanced at Mo Wen and gave instructions.
Mo Wen raised his head and asked with a look of astonishment: "Master, are you sure you want to cancel?"
"If Xiao Ziyu doesn't come to the banquet, then the dinner will be meaningless."
Zhao Tianming gave the answer indirectly.
"I understand, Master."
The old servant Mo Wen first respectfully accepted the order, then hesitated and said:
"Master, I think Xiao Ziyu is shameless and takes himself too seriously."
Zhao Tianming looked calm and didn't seem to care at all.
Mo Wen saw this and said again.
"However, the young master doesn't seem angry at all."
"I really gave her too much shame for her to have the audacity to get so close to the Chen family bastard."
Zhao Tianming's brows knitted together completely. No matter how deep his city was, he couldn't tolerate such a thing.
Mo Wen pondered for a moment and said:
"According to the old slave's judgment, Xiao Ziyu should be attracted by the heroic deeds of the Chen family bastard, but normally, Xiao Ziyu should not have a hero complex."
"Hero? Haha, that's just a benchmark created by politicians to achieve their goals. Just like war, it's always the country that provides the guns, the rich provide the money, and the poor fight on the battlefield. In the end, those who benefit are politician."
Zhao Tianming sneered and said with great disdain:
"When the Chen family bastard dies, that bitch Xiao Ziyu will obediently surrender to me. It should be soon."
"Master, do you think the Chen family bastard will die in Jerusalem?"
Mo Wen's heart moved, he realized something, and then expressed his own opinion without waiting for Zhao Tianming to give the answer:
"But, as far as I know, except Wu Chunqiu, the fifth elder of the Xia Shou organization, all the talkers from Kunlun, Jiuzhou, Gu family and Qi family have gone. The North American side wants to kill the Chen family bastard under the noses of these people. I’m afraid it’s not an easy task.”
"I don't know what North America will do, but I can be sure of one thing. North America will never let the bastard Chen family win the championship alive - Jerusalem will become his graveyard!!"
Zhao Tianming looked confident, as if he had heard the news of Chen Ye's death!
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(End of chapter)
