metal empire

Chapter 69 Conversation (Please recommend for collection!)
"Can he send me to Shangjing?"

Yang Ming didn't understand what the old man meant.

"You'll know when you go, young man, I'll be waiting for you in Shangjing."

Yang Ming heard a beeping sound from the phone, and the old man had already hung up the phone. Yang Ming looked up at the young man in sportswear not far away, and walked back.

"Quiet, you will go back with big sister later, I have something to do, so I won't go back with you."

"Don't worry, big brother."

An Jing muttered something vaguely while eating.

"be careful!"

Yang Luoluo is a smart woman. From her relationship with Yang Ming, she guessed that Yang Ming seemed to have some secrets, but she never guessed randomly, and she would never stalk Yang Ming to tell her.

"Well, go back early after eating."

Yang Ming left the meal money and walked towards the man in sportswear.

"The old man said that you can take me to Shangjing to meet him."

The man nodded, smiled at Yang Ming, and looked at Yang Ming curiously.

"Come with me."

With that said, he took Yang Ming to the building along the street next to him, and went up the stairs to the second floor.

"Why are you here?"

Although he felt that the old man wouldn't do anything to him, it was somewhat uncomfortable being brought into such a strange environment by a stranger.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You'll know it in a while. Now close your glasses and open them again when I ask you to open them, okay?"

The second floor was pitch black, and Yang Ming couldn't figure out what the man was going to do, but he still closed his eyes, and at the same time, his two arms were instantly metalized to deal with the sudden situation.

Yang Ming only felt the man's hand on his shoulder, and then a slight dizziness came from his head, just like the feeling when he was sitting on the silver wing and moving in the subspace for the first time.

"Okay, open your eyes, how did you train the muscles on your body? It's as hard as iron, it's incredible."

Hearing the young man's words, Yang Ming slowly opened his glasses, but the scene in front of him was no longer a dark room, but the gate of a courtyard, with two big red lanterns hanging on both sides of the door. It looked extremely festive.

"This is Shangjing?"

Yang Ming asked with some uncertainty.

"That's right, this is the courtyard house where the old man lives. Let's go, I'll take you in. My name is Chu Yifan. Your name should be Yang Ming?"

"Well, do you know why the old man called me here?"

Yang Ming asked with some doubts. Yang Ming had vaguely guessed the identity of the old man, but he didn't understand why the old man called him here.

"I don't know this. It's been a while, don't you know when you go in?"

Yang Ming nodded, without saying anything else, quietly followed Chu Yifan and walked inside. The courtyard was huge, like the gate of a mansion, and it took a long time to reach the innermost main room.

Along the way, people kept coming and going in and out of the courtyard. These people looked at Yang Ming curiously, and even discussed in low voices.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Looking at the actions of these people, Yang Ming asked Chu Yifan beside him.

"No, there are very few strangers in this courtyard. They are just a little curious when they see your new face, so please ignore them."

Yang Ming nodded, expressing his understanding.

The main hall door was open, and the voice of conversation came from inside. The voice was loud, and it seemed to be arguing.

"Go in by yourself, I get a headache when I see those old men."

Chu Yifan signaled Yang Ming to go in by himself. He walked to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down. There were fruits on the stone table, so he picked one and ate it with relish.

Yang Ming walked in, and the quarrel inside seemed to become more intense. Yang Ming vaguely heard someone talking about how to entrust such a big responsibility to a strange young man.

Passing through the mahogany partition, Yang Ming came to the inner room.

There were four old men standing in front of the bed. The old fortune-teller whom Yang Ming had seen before was lying on the bed, and an elderly woman was sitting by the bed and taking care of them.

They seemed to have heard Yang Ming's footsteps, and turned to look at Yang Ming.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?"

One of the silver-haired old men drank it.

"Second, don't be unreasonable. This is the guest I invited, that is, the young man I told you about."

"Brother, you must think twice about this matter."

The silver-haired old man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man lying on the bed waving his hand.

"I've considered this matter for a long time before making a decision. Don't try to persuade me any more. If you don't have anything to do, go out first. I have something to say to him."

The silver-haired old man wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just let out a heavy sigh, shook his sleeves and strode out.

The other three old men looked at the silver-haired old man who was leaving, and at the old man lying on the bed. They all turned and left. None of them looked at Yang Ming.

"Go out too, and close the door."

The old fortune teller said to the woman beside him. The woman got up and bowed slightly to Yang Ming before leaving. There was a soft creak outside, obviously the door was closed.

"Young man, let's meet again."

The old man looked at Yang Ming with a smile and said.

"Because of the old man's two treasures, I have benefited a lot and I know how precious those two treasures are. I really can't bear them, so I'd better return them to you."

"Why, are you afraid? I know that people from SAARC have attacked you several times."

The old man lying on the bed looked at Yang Ming with interest and said.

"I'm not afraid, but I just think these two things are too precious. How can I possess these two treasures?"

"We'll discuss this question later. You must have a lot of questions you want to ask me?"

The old man asked Yang Ming to help him sit up and spoke.

"You are Luo Luo's grandfather, right?"

After seeing the family portrait of Yang Luoluo's family of three, Yang Ming felt that Yang Luoluo's father looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw him. It wasn't until he saw the old man again just now that Yang Ming understood. So there was that feeling only because Yang Ming's father was really similar to the old man lying on the bed.

"How did you guess?"

The old man's words proved Yang Ming's guess was correct.

"I've seen Luo Luo's family photo. Although Luo Luo said that her parents died in a car accident, I don't think the matter is that simple. There must be something hidden in it, right?"

Mr. Yang sighed heavily, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Hey, Luo Luo is a poor child. As for Luo Luo's parents, they are extremely powerful volunteers. How could they die in a car accident? They are all damn Japanese. They killed Luo Luo's parents."

(End of this chapter)