Belmod turned around and looked at Ye Gengyi with a face that looked ordinary at first glance but had an indescribable evil look:
"Then... let's sit there too."
"It doesn't sound like a joke."
Ye Geng looked at her with deep eyes and said, "What's so special about our disguised identities?"
"Ni Shen will join the two ordinary little bosses of the faction that served as the president."
Belmod walked forward while answering questions:
"Don't worry, they themselves were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment due to gas poisoning at noon today, so we will both be safe before the banquet ends."
"I hope so……"
Ye Gengyi said a noncommittal 'hmm' and followed the footsteps of other guests to the dining table at the front of the venue.
There are glasses of red wine on the table.
Under the illumination of incandescent lamps, the viscous liquid seemed as strange as human blood.
"Thank you all for coming."
Mrs. Busujima raised her goblet, and everyone responded by raising their glasses.
Wait until the red wine in the glass is finished.
Several waiters on the side who were responsible for entertaining immediately came forward and took the decanter to help everyone refill the wine in a very orderly manner.
"This is fine Mosel wine. I contacted my friends who live in the Rhineland-Palatinate state in southwestern Germany and asked them to fly it over before the banquet."
Mrs. Busujima had a smile on her lips, and although her tone was plain, her brows and eyes as she looked around were clearly full of pride and leisure.
Are you obsessed with the noble sense of ritual in the West?
Just enjoy it secretly while others are working hard, and say it openly to show off. It’s no wonder that you don’t get support from the younger generation of Ni Shenhui, and are even forced by your own daughter to the point where you can only raise money and run away...
Ye Gengyi just sighed secretly, his intuition was suddenly triggered, and he quickly locked his eyes on the area where the waiter stayed in the banquet hall.
Um? It seems like someone is looking at me, no, it should be looking at us, with a very sharp gaze...
noob.
[Sir, I am here. 】
Help me keep an eye over there.
【yes. 】
The silver-white nano-robot emerged from the body. After a while of squirming, it mimicked a camera with the same color as the shirt, and slowly rotated between the collar and the shirt.
At this time, near the front of the long table, a fat man with gray hair and black-rimmed glasses, who looked about sixty years old, suddenly smiled and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and said:
"Jesus once said that bread is my flesh and wine is my blood. You can drink such delicious wine today. Mrs. Busujima, you are very considerate."
"Mr. Watanuki, if you like to drink, I can give you two bottles after dinner, but there is no bread in today's dishes..."
Mrs. Busujima smiled and waved her hands, and the waiters took the initiative and brought another delicious dish to the table.
I have to say that after a few glasses of red wine, there was indeed a harmonious atmosphere here. Everyone chatted casually while tasting the dishes.
"Everyone is getting old, and I don't know how many familiar faces I will see in a few years." The old man known as Watanuki didn't pick up any food, but just held a glass of wine with two people who looked the same age as him. The old man expressed his emotion.
"There's nothing we can do. It's because we haven't kept up with the times. Some time ago, Tongzi came to our door. It seemed that for some unknown reason, many of her properties in Mihua Town were sealed by the police, so she asked me for the money I managed under my name. The two wineries are temporarily working on working capital..."
One of the old men, who also had gray hair and wore a dark green gown, hummed and said with a half-smile:
"The cannibalistic look in her eyes after I rejected her. Looking back now, I feel scared. Originally, I thought I would be attacked on the way here today. Poison Island..."
He looked at Mrs. Busujima:
"This daughter of yours is amazing."
"Mr. Tamura, my husband unfortunately died young due to physical reasons. My daughter, who was raised by some of her uncles, has never recognized me as her mother, huh... or maybe she has been unable to tolerate me for a long time. This old man is dead."
Mrs. Busujima let out a long sigh:
"In this case, it is better to leave early and move abroad with my husband's ashes, so that I can have some peace and quiet."
"Poison Island, you have time to leave, but we still have a hundred or so people waiting for food."
Tamura laughed silently while sighing:
"To be honest, when Tongzi came to the door, I also thought hesitantly that at this age, I might fall asleep and never wake up again. With so many assets and power, I also have to guard against others who will use any means to get in the position. , I’m really too tired.”
As soon as he said this, the eyes of the obese old man named Mian Guan obviously became gloomier. Although he quickly tried to cover it up by drinking, he still could not escape Ye Gengyi's observation.
...It's not like he's defending Mrs. Busujima, but it's a bit like a reaction to having a scar exposed and a sore spot poked.
"Tamura, you put it lightly. Considering the enemies you made when you were young, if it were known that you had resigned from the title of cadre of the Mud Council, you might have been found hacked to death in the alley on the corner of the street that night!"
The third old man with a hooked nose and a scar from his right cheek to his chin snorted coldly. As soon as his words came out, the originally harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table dropped to a freezing point:
"Nothing in the world is perfect. From the moment you sit in this position, don't think about the happy ending in the end! People say that the older you get, the more you fear death. Are you really mentally prepared?"
"Xie Yu, it turns out you listened to us..."
Watanuki placed the goblet on the table and asked, pretending not to care:
"Isn't it possible that Tongzi has also looked for you?"
The hook-nosed old man hummed again:
"Yes, she mentioned retirement to me a long time ago, but do you think I will agree?"
Watanuki nodded as if he felt the same.
Taking advantage of the situation, he also revealed that Busujima Kiriko came to discuss with him some time ago about the follow-up development of the Mud Participation Conference.
"She promised me that as long as I could persuade the old lady to stay in Japan, she could give me the management of a bathhouse in Kabukicho, Tokyo. Of course... I am not thinking about that right now, so I naturally refused."
"oh?"
The old man wearing a dark green gown said meaningfully:
"That's really not like your character, Watanuki..."
The fat old man replied with a sneer:
"Haha, Tamura, do you know me well?"
Mrs. Busujima just watched the quarrel between several people with a cold eye. When the atmosphere became slightly calmer, she slowly spoke:
"I'm not surprised that Tongzi came to you, but the assets in my hands were obtained by her father at the cost of his life, so even if any of the three of you is persuaded by Tongzi, this fact will not change!"
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