Chapter 2328

Facing Park Zhongjian's question, ye Tianlong answered honestly: "I don't know!"

"I don't know?"

Pu Zhongjian showed a touch of interest: "with your intelligence, you can't guess what I mean by letting you come here?"

"I once thought that it might be to warn me to stay away from Ciqiu or Ziyuan, or it might be to hope that I can get closer to park chajun."

Ye Tianlong smile: "I also thought, uncle Park know my excellent and past, curious want to see me what kind of person?"

"But these two thoughts were finally dismissed, because I thought deeply, uncle park is busy, how can you meet me for such a small matter?"

Ye Tianlong knows in his heart that he can show his brilliance and sharpness when dealing with people like Pu Zhongjian, but he must not show too much ingenuity.

They like good people, but they hate people of their own kind.

A person who makes Pu Zhongjian feel difficult to control, no matter how brilliant, will not spend effort to invest, and no one wants to make wedding clothes for others.

So ye Tianlong is suitable for fashion.

Pu Zhongjian pondered over Ye Tianlong: "don't you have any other ideas?"

Ye Tianlong said with a smile: "Uncle Pu thinks that the Ye family and I, who are struggling to survive, can have any other ideas now?"

Pu Zhongjian's eyes softened down, and he clearly understood Ye Tianlong's situation. Then he took up his brush and said, "do you have any plans for the future?"

"Yes."

Ye Tianlong did not hesitate to take over the topic: "first, let the Ye family survive, so that the natural color group can operate normally and have a bite to eat."

"Second, after the Ye family survives, I will expand resources and broaden the living environment of the Ye family, so as not to be choked by people."

His face was blazing: "third, after the environment of the Ye family is relaxed, I will continue the wish of my parents and lead people with lofty ideals to the peak of Taicheng."

Ye Tianlong calls out his own slogan at the right time and expresses his ultimate goal. However, he is clear that it is not ambition but frivolity to say so.

After all, the third thing is too much to say. What is it that he says it so freely?

"Tianlong, good, ambitious."

Hearing this, Pu Zhongjian gave a burst of hearty laughter, then looked at Ye Tianlong and said, "this is also the ideal that a hot-blooded man should have."

"It's just that the process will be very rough and difficult, and there will be blood and sacrifice, and even nothing in return after paying everything."

"If you want to succeed in Taicheng, you must be prepared to bear hardships. No matter how excellent you are, you must remember to be down-to-earth and step by step."

Pu Zhongjian gently reminds Ye Tianlong that he has a basic judgment of Ye Tianlong. He has the power of city, the edge, and the ability to deal with people.

But there is also a small shortcoming, that is, young and frivolous. But this shortcoming makes Pu Zhongjian very happy, that is, holding Ye Tianlong's thread.

In this way, no matter how high Ye Tianlong will fly in the future, he will keep it firmly in his heart.

"By the way, uncle Park, you haven't told me why you called me here today?"

Ye Tianlong raised a smile and said: "do you really want to warn me to stay away from Ciqiu face to face?"

"Of course not. They are 18 years old and have the right to communicate freely. As long as you don't hurt them, I won't interfere in your communication."

Pu Zhongjian didn't beat around the Bush any more and began to be frank with Ye Tianlong: "I asked you to come here today. There are two purposes in all."

"First, I'm really curious about you. I want to see what kind of person you are that park Chieh Jun and they praise you so much."

He expressed his praise: "facts have proved that you are indeed an excellent young man. I have also seen your archery just now, which is superb."

Ye Tianlong politely responded, "thank you, uncle park."

Pu Zhongjian's eyes fell on Xuan paper: "there is another purpose, and the most important one. I always appreciate outstanding young people."

"I think in this world, we should let talented and capable people come forward more often, so I always like to cultivate outstanding young people."

"Whether it's the park family or the children of Taicheng, I will try my best to help him as long as I can appreciate and see him well."

Pu Zhongjian's voice is very magnetic: "over the years, I have at least helped up more than 30 young people."

Ye Tianlong joked: "Uncle Pu wants to help me?"

"Tianlong, I have contact with you today. I have to admit that you are the most outstanding and powerful young generation I know."

Pu Zhongjian looked at Ye Tianlong: "because of this, I have higher expectations for you, and I hope you can give me a bigger surprise."

Ye Tianlong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Uncle Pu means..."

Pu Zhongjian's voice is gentle: "last night, Kong Feifei and Naiwen were killed in the club. It is rumored that they were done by the rich and other bandits."

"Many people also believe that it was the rich who did it. After all, the rich have many criminal records.""But in the hearts of the Kong family and the cuiguo people, they think that Ma Qingdi did it, and that the rich are just carrying the pot."

"The Kong family and the state of Cui wanted to take revenge on Ma Qingdi, but Ma Qingdi was in charge of the war, and there were countless dead men. They could not do it at all."

His eyes became sharp: "and in the public information, your sister ye Qiuqi is the only one who survived the hostage."

"In the eyes of the Kong family, your sister not only knows the truth of the club, but also has a lot to do with Ma Qingdi."

Pu Zhongjian said all he knew: "otherwise, by the means of emperor Ma Qingdi, everyone at the scene died. How could ye Qiuqi not die?"

Ye Tianlong secretly calls for miscalculation. When ye Qiuqi is in danger, he is busy detoxifying and has no time to improve the details.

"They want to revenge and vent their anger. If they can't move Ma Qingdi, they will move the Kong family and set an example to others."

Pu Zhongjian's voice was very low and sure: "so there will be a big collision between the Kong family and the Ye family soon."

"I don't know the relationship between the Ye family and Ma Qingdi..."

"I just want to say that if the Ye family can survive the Revenge of the Kong family this time, I will give you my full support."

"I will ease the relationship between the Ye family and Mingyue group, I will resolve the difficulties faced by the Ye group, and I will include homecoming in the first organization."

"In this way, homecoming organizations will become the top five groups in Taicheng for at most half a year."

Pu Zhongjian gave Ye Tianlong a blueprint for the future: "in three years, you will have a chance to reach the peak of Taicheng."

"Tianlong, do you have the confidence to carry it?"

He looked at Ye Tianlong, looking forward to his reply.

Ye Tianlong did not respond. With a smile, he went to the marble table, picked up the brush put back by Pu Zhongjian, dipped it in ink, and wrote.

"Ah, can ye Tianlong write?"

Not far away, when Pu Zhanjun saw that ye Tianlong had finished chatting with his father, he picked up a writing brush to write. Suddenly, he became interested and came to watch.

Park Xuanwu and park Ciqiu are all around. They are curious about ye Tianlong's calligraphy?

The woman in the long skirt also came near with her wine cup, but there was banter in the corner of her mouth. Pu Zhongjian was a master of calligraphy, and ye Tianlong was a master of calligraphy.

With both hands on his back, Pu Zhongjian looks at Ye Tianlong with great interest. He wants to see what he writes and how his calligraphy is.

"Hoo -"

on the long and narrow rice paper, ye Tianlong's pen is flying and the rice paper is making a sound. He is vigorous and powerful.

When Park Ziyuan was surprised that ye Tianlong really knew how to write with a brush, he threw the brush away and shook the rice paper which had not been completely dried up:

"Wow

With this shaking, park Zhongjian's face suddenly turned pale.

Others, even those who don't know calligraphy, suddenly feel a fierce sense of killing and crying, sweating.

It seems that the white rice paper is not written in ink, but made of blood!

Above, is a generation of Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang's poem.

Kill a million soldiers in Jiangnan,

the sword in front of the waist is still bloody.

The old monk didn't know the hero,

just asked for his name.

This is Ye Tianlong's answe