1790: C1790 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1717

C1790 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1717

"What was he like before?" Ding Yiyi asked in place of Hai Ziyu.

"When I saw him, this child had already been abandoned by his parents and was staying with a bunch of dogs."

Seeing Ding Yiyi's shock, he smiled, and all the wrinkles on his face creased. "This is nothing to be surprised about.

He went on: "I like him because he's a very interesting boy. He can fight to death over a piece of stale bread and other homeless people, but he can also feed the bread to the starved, younger ones."

The true strength of a cultivator lay in their ability to accommodate the weak.

"He didn't let me down." The Grand Preceptor sighed. "But this organization has disappointed me."

"Shengdia?" Ding Yiyi had a guess. "Are you the leader of Shengdia?"

The Grand Preceptor's smile was full of meaning. "Shengdeya didn't lead. Or rather, there are many. But most of them are dead, and I'm the only one left."

Ding Yiyi saw a hint of pain in his eyes, and by the time she had a closer look, the pain had already disappeared.

Suddenly, he stood up and said, "Today's conversation is over, you can leave."

What a strange old man. One mood at a time. Ding Yiyi walked out of the room.

Inside the room, the Grand Preceptor sat for a while, then walked over to the phonograph. He pushed the phonograph away and looked down at the two ropes and the suggested ladder inside the rope.

Sitting on the ladder, the wheel made a screeching sound, and then the ladder began to slide down, becoming brighter as it went down.

Underground, a man in a cloak was standing there waiting for him. The blue light from the lamp embedded in the wall made his back seem very long.

"He's coming." The voice came through the mask, not quite pleasant.

The Grand Preceptor rose from his chair and extended an arm to help support the other. "What kind of book are you reading today?"

"The history of human development." The man helped him to a seat.

The Grand Preceptor looked at him. "I've saved you, but I don't know if it's right or wrong."

"You know very well whether it's right or wrong, don't you?" The man's wide cape and hat covered his face. He could only see the thin skin at the back of his throat, as if the next moment, his throat was about to pierce through the skin and come out.

"Those youngsters are really interesting. Little Mi has been caught."

"Is that so?" The man who was washing the teacup replied.

The two of them spoke softly, their shadows lengthened by the light on the wall.

That night, Ding Yiyi stayed in her room again, pondering over what she had said this morning. Suddenly, Sissel's voice came from the door, and she calmed down, certain that she had heard a strange voice.

The door opened and Siwen Bing walked in.

"Follow me." He looked left and right and chose the corridor to his right.

Ding Yiyi kept up with him. "Are you alright?"

He looked at her, as if the question was difficult to answer, and shook his head only when they reached the stairs. "It's all right."

There really is such a strange organization in the world. Downstairs was the company, while upstairs was where the Grand Preceptor lived. This kind of design was probably something that many architects would not be able to understand.

Siwen Bing walked very fast, but his eyebrows were locked tightly. He suddenly stopped and said, "Go back!"

"Too late." A large number of people poured in from both sides of the corridor, and the Grand Preceptor sat on his wheelchair. "Ah Jun, why aren't you willing to hand over your information?"

Siwen Bing stood in front of Ding Yiyi and said, "I won't lie to you. The information is indeed not on me."

He looked around and saw that many of the people surrounding him were partners who had done their part in the past. Both sides had complicated looks in their eyes.

The Grand Preceptor waved his hand. "Seize him."

"I'll help you block it, and then you go that way." He pushed her back a step and pushed her away as the others tried to grab them.

"Don't look back."

Siwen Bing kicked over the person who was about to intercept Ding Yiyi, creating a path for her.

"Ah Bing, you will regret saving her." The Grand Master spoke slowly from afar.

He flipped the person who was coming at him over with a punch. Siwen Bing glanced at Ding Yiyi and saw that she had already run out of the door.

It would only take three minutes. In three minutes, she would be able to run out.

"Enough." He suddenly yelled and took the initiative to raise his hands. The force of his fists also dissipated.

"I'm not trying to escape." He looked at the Grand Elder and spoke slowly.

The Grand Preceptor looked at her meaningfully. "You've changed."

"Bam!"

Everyone looked down in confusion as they saw a Mercedes-Benz crash into them. A large hole was opened in the glass door and glass fragments fell to the ground.

"Siwen Bing!" Ding Yiyi quickly shouted, "Let's go together!"

Siwen Bing frowned and raised his head without looking at him. Someone beside him grabbed his arms.

Ding Yiyi looked and became anxious. "Have you ever thought about Ziyu? If something were to happen to you, she would definitely feel very sad. At the very least, you have to explain it clearly to her!"

This woman was so noisy. Siwen Bing clenched his fists and didn't look down. He knew that she must have a worried look on her face right now, but what did it have to do with her?

"Hey!" The person who went to see Ziyu that night was you, right? If you're a man, you have to at least explain it to Ziyu personally! "

"The women of Ye Family are all very hard to deal with." Siwen Bing suddenly said.

Ding Yiyi was stunned. "What?"

Siwen Bing leaned on the railing and jumped down from the second floor to the first floor. With the help of the rebound from the sofa, he easily opened the door and sat down.

"Drive." He fired a shot into the air above the second floor. The huge crystal chandelier came crashing down, and everyone quickly dodged. The Mercedes-Benz took the opportunity to turn around and run out of the house.

Just as the thug was about to give chase, the Grand Preceptor shot and the crowd quieted down again. "Don't chase them anymore, I have more important things to do right now."

It was a very inconspicuous pub. The owner was a Japanese man who insisted on wearing Japanese men's clothes. He wore a goatee and stared at the people sitting in the pub for more than five minutes with his drooping eyes.

"As soon as they appear, we will surround them." Dong Qing lowered her voice. "If you don't hand over Yi Yi, you definitely won't let this matter rest."

Ye Miao was very worried about his mom. He had a good grasp of most of the systems that the Shengdia Organization could infiltrate into. Other than the leader, he had also stolen all the information on the upper echelons.

That Little Mi was one of them. Thinking of that video, he couldn't help but wish that he could hack her into a thousand pieces to avenge his mother.

The boss who was at the bar suddenly ran over with a phone in his hand, "May I ask who is Mr Ye?"

"I am." Ye Nianmo took it from him. "I don't think age can be used as a reason to be late."

"I agree with that. I'd love to talk to you, but I don't really want to talk to people in the government."

"Where?" Ye Nianmo asked straightforwardly.

"There's a park three hundred li ahead of us. Bring Little Mi here. You come by yourself."

"Alright."

Lee Yixuan was anxious. This person was still so reckless. How could he go alone? What if there were any problems?

Ye Nianmo gave him a calm look and continued, "Is there anything else?"

"Hehe, it's a good thing that young people are not afraid of tigers, it's also a bad thing." The elderly voice paused for a moment, "Oh yes, bring along the person who hacked into our system. Although I know what he does, it's not an exaggeration to say that his skills are not bad."

"Alright, I will help you pass it on."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Miao stood up. All of his actions had been seen by others. It was a terrible feeling to see if the other party was watching his every move.

"I'll go with you." Dongqing stood up.

Ye Nianmo stood still and said, "He only wants Ye Miao and me to go."

Lee Yixuan patted his shoulder, "Be careful. If anything happens, just press this walkie-talkie's button. We're just around the corner."

"Okay, take care of Ziyu." Ye Nianmo looked at Hai Ziyu. "Follow Uncle Li well."

Hai Ziyu nodded. "Uncle, Miao, be careful."

Little Mi tied her hands together, "Did you know? "I am the Grand Elder's most treasured person. Grabbing me will give you a lot of things."

Ye Nianmo grabbed her arm and pulled her out, "I'll trade you for my priceless wife. This deal is indeed worth it."

Little Mi was so angry that she felt a lump in her throat. This man with such a venomous mouth!

When Ye Nianmo and Ye Miao left, Dong Qing said with a cold expression, "I will also go out for a while."

Lee Yixuan grabbed onto him, "Don't do anything unnecessary."

Dongqing shook off his hand and walked towards the door with large strides.

"Lee Yixuan!" "What do you mean!" Zhu Dan suddenly rushed in. "What right do you have to write an application to transfer me out?"

Lee Yixuan looked at her coldly, "Because I don't think you can take responsibility for your work."

"Responsibilities for work?" Zhu Dan sneered in anger. "Is it because I'm not up to the task, or because you want to protect someone, so you want to kick me out?"

Although there were very few customers around, it was still a public place. Lee Yixuan frowned and wanted her to calm down, "Zhu Dan, calm down!"

"Calm down!" Zhu Dan angrily flipped open a table, causing all the items on the table to fall onto the floor with loud banging sounds.

Table, vase, drink cup, tray, whatever she could grab, Zhu Dan would throw it away!

She grabbed the doll on the table that was used as a decoration, but was instead hurt by the sharp edge of the metal doll.

Lee Yixuan grabbed her moving hand, "Are you done yet?"

The woman, who had only lowered her head to smash things, looked up, her face full of tears.

He stared blankly for a moment before loosening his grip on her. His small fists were like raindrops as they pounded on his chest.

"How can that be? How can you apply to have me transferred away? How can you take me away without a shred of hesitation?"1

Zhu Dan cried, her fists becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, she threw herself into his embrace and cried out loud, her voice piercing to the core.

Lee Yixuan knew that her tears wetted his shirt. Ye Chuqing used to like to cry, so he always had all kinds of ways to make her laugh and comfort her, because he didn't want to see her cry. As long as she cried, her heart would ache.

The woman in front of him was also crying. She did not feel any pain, but she was feeling a little flustered and helpless.

He didn't know what to do now to comfort this weeping woman. Suddenly, he knew the reason why he was at a loss.

Ye Chuqing was crying because of Hai Zhuoxuan.

Zhu Dan was crying because of him.

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