Chapter 1036: With one billion soldiers on the Great Wall, how can a nation's humiliation be g

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In the lounge.

Looking at Ye Fan who appeared out of thin air, Prince Mingde was shocked, his face looked like a ghost, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The picture sent back by the drone showed that Ye Fan had just left Ise Jingu. Only a few minutes later, he returned to Kyoto.

At such an astonishing speed, even a Boeing 747 can’t match it!

However, Prince Mingde had seen many big scenes after all, and soon forced himself to calm down, turned his head and said to the guard: "You go out, I will have a private chat with Master Ye!"

"This..." The guard was hesitated when he heard this. He was a dead man trained by the royal family of the Japanese Kingdom, and he could save his life for Prince Mingde.

But he also knew well that if Ye Fan really wanted to kill Prince Mingde, even if he was a hundred times more powerful, it might not help.

After pondering for a moment, the guard turned and left the lounge.

For a moment, only Ye Fan and Prince Mingde were left in the huge lounge.

Ye Fan is also not welcome, sitting on the large sofa, with Erlang's legs tilted, looking like he is leisurely.

No one can connect him with the peerless murderous **** who had just bloodbathed Ise Jingu.

Ye Fan glanced at Prince Mingde casually, and said: "Prince Mingde, sorry, it took some time, let's continue talking about the previous topic! You Japanese, how are you going to compensate me?"

"Master Ye, you were in the Ise Shrine just now..." Prince Mingde trembled, his voice trembling, as if he didn't know how to ask questions.

Ye Fan smiled slightly, looked at the picture on the TV screen, and said, "Didn't you see all of them? The great priest of Ise Jingu has already taken a blood oath to become my servant!"

His voice was not loud, but it was like a nine-day thunder that exploded in Prince Mingde's ears.

Although Prince Mingde was mentally prepared, he heard Ye Fan personally admit that the shock in his heart was hard to describe with pen and ink.

That is the great priest of Ise Jingu!

Above all beings, it is the spiritual belief of countless Shinto believers, and even the Emperor and the Prime Minister respect it as a god.

And now, such a respected figure has become Ye Fan's servant.

If this news spreads, all walks of life in the country will have a "major earthquake."

"call……"

I don't know how long it took, Prince Mingde let out a sigh of relief and forced himself to calm down, his eyes full of respect when he looked at Ye Fan.

"Zongshi Ye, on behalf of the Japanese royal family, I apologize to you for everything before! Our royal family is willing to spend one trillion Japanese yuan to apologize to you!"

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One trillion Japanese dollars!

Prince Mingde said an astronomical number.

Converted into Chinese coins, it is also a huge sum of 60 billion yuan. Even if you pay 5 million every day, you will have to pay for more than 30 years.

You know, many internationally well-known listed companies have only one billion in working capital available on their books.

For the Japanese imperial family, it was a huge loss of vitality to take out this huge sum of money at once. Even if they didn't drink northwest wind every day, it would not be much better.

However, after hearing this astonishing number, Ye Fan neither accepted nor denied it. Instead, he narrowed his smile, his face was solemn, and Gu Jing was silent.

In the huge lounge, there was no sound, the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence.

The extremely suppressed atmosphere made Prince Mingde frown, his chest seemed to be pressed against a high mountain, almost suffocating.

He bit his scalp and said, "Master Ye, if you think one trillion Japanese yuan is too little, we can still discuss it..."

"No no no!"

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "Prince Mingde, you have misunderstood what I mean! I don't want to take this opportunity to ripped off, I'm actually here to collect debts!"

"Debt collection?!" Prince Mingde raised his eyebrows, his face was full of surprise, and asked unclearly: "Zongshi Ye, can you understand a little bit? Why do I not understand?"

Ye Fan didn't answer directly when he heard the words. Instead, he stood up and walked to the wall to admire an ink painting hanging on the wall.

Looking intently, the protagonist of the painting is a goshawk standing on a pine branch, proudly independent, the main feathers and tail feathers are dotted with thick ink and burnt ink, the layers are distinct, the powerful wings are gathered, and the powerful eagle The claws clung to the trunk.

The eagle's beak and eye are outlined with burnt ink. The goshawk's eyes are like torches, piercing and piercing. The eagle stands sideways, with its head slightly twisted, full of energy, and looks at the vast earth with a strong sense of movement and tranquility.

One pine and one cypress are painted on the screen. The pine tree is in front, the branch is upright and slanting to the right, and then inserted diagonally from the top, the pine needles are written in thick ink, which shows the strength of the brush; the cypress is behind, the ink color is thicker, and the posture is more curvy.

Between the pen and ink, the majestic momentum is revealed, obviously from the hands of famous artists.

In the sign on the lower left corner, the word "Qi Huang" is written.

Qi Huang is the original name of Qi Baishi, the great master of painting.

There is no doubt that this is the real work of Qi Baishi.

Seeing that Ye Fan was interested in this painting, Prince Mingde hurriedly came over and introduced it like a few treasures:

"Zongshi Ye, you are so insightful! This painting is called "A Highly Standing Picture of Pines and Cypresses", which is a masterpiece of Mr. Baishi's later years. The towering pine and cypresses are painted on the sky, which not only implies longevity, but also implies the evergreen foundation.

There is a goshawk standing on the pine, which is invincible, and it is awe-inspiring to look at it. Mr. Baishi's pen is like a rafter, and he writes pine and cypress in the method of seal script, although the spirit of gold and stone is bold, but the shape of pine and cypress is concrete; he also painted the eagle with a realistic brush, the star eyes are like electricity, the feathers are in the wind, and there is a freehand magic. With such a grand achievement in his old age, Mr. Shiraishi's artistic achievement has to be impressed! "

Speaking of this, Prince Mingde turned around again and looked at Ye Fan with a smile on his face:

"Zongshi Ye and Mr. Baishi's paintings are very popular in all major auction markets around the world. The "Twelve Screens of Landscape" that was sold last year even sold for a sky-high price of US$135 million! In the market, you can sell for tens of millions of dollars at will! Master Ye, if you are interested in this painting, I will immediately send someone to pack it to your residence!"

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The priceless paintings are so easily given away, and Prince Mingde's handwriting is hard to say.

However, Ye Fan didn't have any joy on his face, instead he said: "Prince Mingde, you really know this painting! But-I still have a question!"

"What's the problem?" Prince Mingde asked curiously.

"Mr. Shiraishi's painting, even in Huaxia, is a national treasure level cultural relic and should be kept in a museum! How did this painting spread to the country of Japan?"

"This..." Upon hearing this question, Prince Mingde hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

Of course he knew the source of this painting, but he didn't dare to speak out.

"What? I can't speak? Then let me tell you—"

Suddenly, Ye Fan straightened his chest abruptly, and the momentum revealed in his body was like an out-of-the-sheathed divine sword, its sharp edge was revealed, giving people an overwhelming feeling.

"Prince Mingde, dozens of years ago, you Japanese nationals committed crimes against my China, broke my rivers and mountains, devastated the land of China, committed countless unforgivable evil deeds, and took countless precious cultural relics as their own! This is true of Qi Baishi’s painting! Later, you brazenly found all kinds of excuses to cover up your evil deeds and reverse black and white! But—every Huaxia person cannot forget that period of history!"

Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and vigorous.

Prince Mingde's face was pale and bloodless, as if he had been drunk, backed up a few steps, and had a strong ominous premonition in his heart.

"Master Ye, you...what do you want to do?!" Because of extreme panic, his voice trembled.

Ye Fan looked at him coldly, and said every word: "Those who offend my China will be punishable even if they are far away! I am here to collect debts this time not for myself, but for the 400 million compatriots who were persecuted back then! Back then we were weak and could only be beaten, but now, it is time for you to pay your debts!"

"One billion soldiers on the Great Wall, how can a nation's shame be the son of Sun Ping!"

"I would like to mention a hundred thousand tigers and wolves army, more horses and swords to step into Tokyo!"