1774: C1774 Who Do You Think You Are

C1774 Who Do You Think You Are

"Let me go first! I have an urgent matter to attend to in Sacred Temple Finance Group!"

"No! I have an even more important matter to attend to in the Aviation Group!"

Suddenly, they crowded in front of Ye Hong. In front of the Yanwu warriors were two men, one old and one young.

None of them wanted to give in to anyone. They all wanted to give their documents to the warrior of Yanwu.

For a moment, the two of them were in a deadlock in front of the instrument. They were like two bulls who did not give in.

"You are a junior who doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. I am a member of the Zheshui Province's provincial palace. Do you want to go against the Zheshui Province?!"

Perhaps the old man was tired from being squeezed, so he showed his identification card in anger.

The people behind the team initially had some complaints about the two cutting in line, but at this moment, they all became silent.

As the important economic province of Yan Country, the people who came from the provincial palace were not to be trifled with.

"The Zheshui Province is amazing, I'm still from the provincial palace of Lingnan!"

The young man showed no fear and showed his ID as well.

Well, he was another guy with a big background.

Lingnan Province, That was the most important town in the south of Yan Country's economy for many years.

The dispute between these two people was like a fight between gods. The people behind the team could only watch helplessly.

The warrior of Yanwu frowned slightly and reminded the two of them to take a step back.

However, the two of them who were on top of the team had forgotten about the reminder of the Yanwu warrior.

However, no one noticed that Ye Hong, who was standing behind the two of them, had a murderous look in his eyes.

Not only was he cut in line, but he was also forced to watch the two of them bicker. Ye Hong's patience had been worn out in an instant.

He put away his student ID card and silently took out a scroll that he carried with him. Silently, he handed it to the Yanwu warrior who was in a difficult position.

He found out that someone had taken advantage of the situation and taken advantage of the situation. The two men who were arguing strangely stopped and stared at Ye Hong.

"Who do you think you are?"

"We are not done yet. Why are you here? Get lost!"

What caused others to be at a loss whether to laugh or cry was that the two of them were actually facing outsiders together at this moment.

The Yanwu warrior's expression changed when he saw the luxurious golden edge of the scroll Ye Hong handed over and the mysterious black yak horn.

He took the scroll with a serious expression and said respectfully to Ye Hong, "Please wait a moment."

The strange attitude of the Yanwu warrior made the old man and young man realize something and shut their mouths.

After that, they saw the Yanwu warrior take a look at the device on the scroll. When he saw the feedback from the device, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He carefully returned the scroll to Ye Hong and gestured to the door. He said respectfully, "Advisor Ye, come in."

Ye Hong took the scroll back and walked past the two men expressionlessly. He walked into the Tianshu Sect and left.

He only left a shocked look on the ground.

"Did you guys hear that? I think you're calling him 'Consultant'?"1

"Twenty years ago, Sacred Temple set up a Counselor position in order to recruit top talents from the outside world!

The requirements for consultants are extremely strict. Currently, the number of consultants in the entire Sacred Temple is no more than two hands!"

The key is that he is still so young. Hiss - "

In an instant, gasps could be heard from outside the Sky Pivot.

"Right, did you see his face clearly?

We might be able to meet him later. We must make friends with him!"

"It's over. I didn't see his face."

"Neither did I!"

Many people beat their chests and hated themselves for missing a great opportunity to get to know someone important.

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