Chapter 36 The Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors

[The warmth of the rouge flower]

On the second floor of Ye Laixiang Bar, upstairs is a luxury suite, which is completely incompatible with the downstairs. The unique floor is a white oak floor dyed into gold by a special dye. The roof is hung with the most advanced and dazzling incandescent glazed lamps of the 80th century. These things are all imported from abroad. For the time being There is no source of goods in China. Because it is not something that can be bought with money, upstarts can't enjoy such treatment. Even the relatives of some bigwigs in Zhongnanhai can decorate their homes so luxuriously.

"Big brother, I have never forgotten your teachings." Looking at Ye Hetu looking around, the young man laughed and said that in order to decorate this small shop, he not only opened up a lot of connections, but also spent a lot of money to hire professional top designers from the Sebouin family abroad to decorate the second floor.

"My teaching?" Ye Hetu was puzzled.

"Didn't you often teach us to know about gold and jade when you were in Kunlun?" The young man asked. Hearing this sentence, Jun Yifeng nag in his ear countless times, his ears are about to grow cocoons. He can stand in a bar in Beijing for two years, and can also make his business prosperous. The young man has more or less some ability. People like him are also limited in Kunlun, which is not as good as flying to the sky. Ye Hetu is a little worse than Jun Yifeng, who hides his light and bids his time, but there are countless fellow brothers under Ye Hetu and Jun Yifeng, so that his advantages are fully reflected.

"Do you believe that boy's words?" Ye Hetu smiled narrowly and said that Jun Yifeng was not shallow and tireless. Then he said, "Song Zijian, don't take care of your big brother."

At this time, Uncle Mario sent two bottles of Maotai, put them on the table, turned around and left. He didn't pay attention to Ye Hetu. Song Zijian is his boss. Since Ye Hetu is the boss's guest, no matter how many questions you have, you can't neglect the etiquette. Uncle Mario doesn't know who the boss is, but Song Zijian's hand The lower hand is not superior, that is, the two people Ye Hetu and Zhong Zhigang came in to guard the door. No one was their opponent when they came to the bar to make trouble and fight. The last time, a burly man with more than 200 catties forced one of them dragged him to the small room of the bar to cry and then throw it out. Uncle Mario looked at it clearly. The pure man, who weighed more than 200 catties, cried with his buttocks and was thrown out of the bar with one hand by one of the boss's men.

Since he is a friend of the boss, of course he will not be an ordinary person. Uncle Mario has not done anything wrong, but he knows that the bar owner is not a good man and a woman. He burns incense and asks for Buddha every day. There are many people who come to the bar. There are not many people who go to the luxury suite on the second floor. No one is worthy of Song Zijian's personal greeting. Ye He The picture is the first person he was asked to greet in person. The weight is much heavier than those Chinese officials. He has only been in China for more than a year. A foreign uncle was actually edified by the environment and became a deep-fried dough stick who knows how to observe words and colors, which shows how bad the atmosphere in China is.

"Big brother, you were not like this two years ago." Song Zijian gently pinched the two bottles of Maotai bottle necks, and the lid slipped off quietly. It could be seen how strong this pinch was. He handed one bottle to his eldest brother Ye Hetu, and the other bottle was in his own hand. Ye Hetu did not refuse, and the family was still so polite that he could not be regarded as a family.

"Two years can change a lot of things." Ye Hetu said lightly, shifted his interest to the Maotai bottle in his hand, and exclaimed, "Where did you get the 50-year inventory? What a good thing."

"A official sent it to me. It should be someone else's big deal to please him. It happened that the official wanted to entrust my hand to do some secret operation, so I took it." Song Zijian explained that he has not been willing to drink these two bottles of wine. He can only sing passionately with people who are worthy of wine, so the person he waits for is Ye Hetu. Every time he thinks of only these two bottles, he can't help but feel a little pain.

"Oh, after I killed all the way two years ago, I didn't expect that Kunlun would send you to Beijing to do such a thing." Ye Hetu, who said casually, didn't have a too serious expression. Maotai was different from foreign wine. The wine was strong and domineering.

Song Zijian quickly explained, "Big brother, I have nothing to do with you."

Ye Hetu despised and said, "Get out, what else can we do with it?"

Song Zijian scratched his head and said kindly, "That's right. I'm carrying out the mission of the Presbyterian Association. Pay more attention to some trends in Beijing so that I can report back. I didn't disclose your information to those old men at all. I still remember that every time the fourth uncle mentions your teeth."

"Fourth Division?" When Song Zijian mentioned the name, Ye Hetu suddenly remembered the image of the obscene old man and spat, "That old man always doesn't like me. That time also taught him a lesson."

Song Zijian was ashamed. In the whole Kunlun, only the eldest brother dared to "teach" the elders of the Presbyterian Association with such a bold tone. Who said that Ye Hetu has that strength? After Ye Hetu left, he left countless legends, only the ten inner disciples led by the fourth division uncle with one sword. Big brother, can you walk so unrestrainedly. The surrounding people are a sea of people. No one forgets the wise god martial arts who dares to trample the fourth uncle under his feet. Unexpectedly, no one of the old men of the Presbyterian Association except the fourth uncles, and only buried countless blockade lines on the way down the mountain on the Yehe map. This was only known by Song Zijian after he met Ye Hetu in Beijing.

"What have you gained recently?" Ye Hetu got used to Maotai and spit out the wine and said that in Kunlun, basically a man can drink. Because of the great pressure he faces every day, he is eliminated every time. There are always many people who enter the inner door because of this opportunity, and because the number of people in the inner door is saturated, there are always some inner disciples who are eliminated as outer disciples and work hard every day. The practice, breaking, and rest time are pitifully small. Ye Hetu's requirements are more demanding, because since he was a child, he has set a plan for himself to get out of Kunlun one day, and the price he needs to pay is huge.

"I don't have much harvest in a day. I'm fooling around." Song Zijian laughed at himself, but this kind of life is much better than that in the old and breathless sect. Song Zijian's dedication is not as good as Ye Hetu. At least his life will not be easy. Others see the strength of Kunlun, but few people know the mean training of Kunlun disciples and the fierceness of the law of the jungle. Competition, this may be what the old men of the Presbyterian Association want to see.

"Zijian, among those brothers, my favorite candidate is you except Yifeng." Ye Hetu said calmly, and there was no joke of the past.

"It's a little flattered that the eldest brother can take a fancy to me, but I'm still far from Yifeng's younger brother." Song Zijian smiled and said that he was favored by Kunlun's once unique chief big brother, which should be much better than being favored by a few gossipy old men in the Presbyterian, because the fourth uncle was said "Shut up" in front of the big brother, which made him afraid to say more. When the onlookers saw the scene, they stole He is very happy. The reputation of the fourth division is not much better among the inner and outer disciples. As the law enforcement elders of Kunlun, he is basically cursed in the bottom of other people's hearts all the time.

"If Yifeng can have your temperature, I don't have to worry about it." Ye Hetu sighed that Jun Yifeng should be the next leader of Kunlun. There are countless open and secret struggles in the door. If Jun Yifeng can't calm down, it's hard to say if he is impulsively deceived by others.

"As far as I know, Brother Yifeng's performance in the past two years is not as unbearable as what the eldest brother said." Song Zijian played with the taste. Maybe the eldest brother is fascinated by the authorities. Jun Yifeng's performance is not bad. It's just because the light is covered up when he is with Ye Hetu. When the big umbrella of Ye Hetu is no longer sheltered, he will naturally behave.

"Didn't you say you couldn't go back to Kunlun? How could there be news about that boy?" Ye Hetu looked at Song Zijian and said with a smile that there were traces to follow.

"When asked by the eldest brother, I almost forgot one thing." Song Zijian suddenly said that he hadn't seen each other for two years and forgot the business.

"What's the matter? I won't do good things." Ye Hetu said righteously.

"There is no good or bad about this matter, but it's interesting."

"Oh?"

"Does the eldest brother know the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors?"

"I've heard of it. I'm trying to find time to play."

"Next, it will be very lively. As far as I know, some people who do not belong to China will gather in the Ming Tombs in a few days. Song Zijian slowly said the news he had just received.

"Isn't it someone who belongs to China? When will these people dare to show up to us? Ye Hetu frowned slightly. Didn't the master teach these people a lesson 30 years ago? Is the treaty invalid? It seems that the tiger is not powerful, and the cat and the dog are getting bolder and bolder.

"I don't know, because this mission has nothing to do with me." Song Zijian curled his lips. The news was not spread by him, but the news of another intelligence group in Kunlun. The task was accepted by the other side, so it had nothing to do with him.

"Fuck, aren't you talking nonsense?" Ye Hetu really wanted to slap this boy with bad breath.

"But there is someone you must know."

Song Zijian smiled narrowly and ran to the door to another room and shouted, "Sister Su Chi, the eldest brother is here."

Sooner or later, another room was opened in an instant. A slender and beautiful girl came out with her wet hair. A watery hibiscus's face blushed and hurriedly asked, "Which big brother is coming?"

When she found Ye Hetu standing in front of another door, she suddenly ran out with a wow and almost hit Ye Hetu to the ground.

Ye Hetu only felt that there was a soft and gentle jade in his arms, and his old face turned red. He was reluctant to push the person in his arms away, so he asked her to hold him tightly, as if she were forced, but there were not many such opportunities.