Talented Genius

A day later, at noon, the Western restaurant of the Hilton Hotel was heavily guarded. A dozen casual gunmen guarded the various passages to keep people away.

However, seeing Ye Tianlong appear, he lowered his head one by one, quickly stepped aside, and pressed his body against the wall, not dare to touch Ye Tianlong.

He didn't even dare to look at him.

There is no doubt that they all know who is here today.

Ye Tianlong glanced at these bodyguards, then smiled and walked into the western restaurant.

The comfortable western restaurant is reverberating with music. A short, fat man sits beside the piano, his hands jumping on the black and white keys agilely.

The expression is focused and serious, and he is quite generous.

"Sorrow but not hurt..."

Ye Tianlong listened for a while, then narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was no sound, but he walked slowly to the piano with his hands on his back.

The short fat man saw Ye Tianlong, nodded lightly as a greeting, and then continued to jump with his hands, playing a peaceful and sad tune.

"Ding--"

After almost five minutes, the song ended, the short fat man stopped playing, and the music disappeared, leaving the hall empty and quiet.

This quietness makes people feel inexplicably lost.

"Mozart's Requiem."

Ye Tianlong smiled faintly: "Charles, are you appeasing the queen and their souls?"

"No, teacher, I am pacifying the souls of all the dead."

The short and fat man shook his head without hesitation, with melancholy on his face: "The Queen's, Count Miyakoura, Henry, and Wei Wangsheng's family."

"I hope that those who die these days will have a place to rest in peace."

He raised his head and looked at Ye Tianlong: "I also hope that in the days to come, there will be no more dead bodies and blood."

Ye Tianlong asked calmly, "Do you think I was too much? Killed so many people and ruined so many families?"

"Charles is a doctor, a doctor who was forced to go to the front. I am not qualified to judge your kindness and grievances."

Charles remained gentle and looked at Ye Tianlong with a smile: "I just want to thank you, thank you for keeping Bel Saijin alive."

"It would be impossible for her to survive unless the teacher was merciful."

He stood up and bowed to Ye Tianlong: "Charles owes the teacher a favor, and he will repay him if he has the opportunity in the future."

"you are welcome."

Ye Tianlong waved his hand gently: "She can survive because of her own destiny. You don't need to be too grateful to me."

"Beckinsale would not be willing to accept my love."

Ye Tianlong understands Charles' position and the loyalty of people like Beckinsale, so he doesn't want to restrain them with that little favor.

Then he changed the conversation again: "You called me yesterday and told me that you were appointed by Megal and them to be fully responsible for peace talks with me?"

"Yes!"

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister deeply feels that the teacher is powerful and unyielding, and Britain can no longer withstand the impact, so I hope that both sides can calm down."

Charles is respectful and respectful: "If the teacher has any conditions, you can ask for it, and I will try my best to satisfy it."

"Not satisfied, I will tell."

His tone was very sincere: "In short, England will show the greatest sincerity and hope that the teacher will give a chance."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "In your heart, do you want peace talks?"

Charles was taken aback, then shook his head slightly: "I don't want..."

"Although I know that the teacher is powerful, and that England has suffered heavy casualties, for the sake of dignity and pride, it is me who will die anyway."

Having said that, a ray of light flashed across his eyes, a ray of idealist light, and the peripheral light flashed across the piano uncontrollably.

Ye Tianlong caught this anomaly, but he remained calm and made no sound.

Charles continued to be impassioned: "Maybe this is irrational, but I can comfort myself. I stood and died, not on my knees."

"But this is just my personal thoughts. Compared with the national will and the overall situation of the country, my thoughts are not important at all."

There was a touch of helplessness and pain on Charles's face: "So the teacher does not need to care about my opinion."

"A peace, a battle, it is a very simple explanation of why you are just a doctor and Megal is an old politician."

Ye Tianlong smiled: "Because he always understands that people who know the current affairs are handsome, and you will only walk to the end."

Charles was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you for the teacher's teaching."

Ye Tianlong's conversation turned: "You came with the mission of peace talks. If I refuse to negotiate with you and go all the way to the end, what will you do?"

Charles' eyelids twitched and his smile faltered. After glancing at the piano, he sighed, "It's in the sky, but it's in the people."

"It's in the sky, and it's in the people..."

A smile flashed across Ye Tianlong's face, and his fingers tapped the edge of the piano: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's get down to business."

"Since you are negotiating on behalf of Megill and them, I will give four conditions for the truce."

His expression became solemn: "As long as the British official meets my four conditions, I will immediately cease the fighting and leave England."

Charles respectfully said: "Teacher, please speak."

Ye Tianlong said directly: "First, compensate me for 500 billion losses, and it must be paid to my account within a month."

"Secondly, don't let them spit out the annexed industries of the Wei Group, but double the price to repay it."

"Third, the forces who killed the Wei family must be severely punished."

"Fourth, all previous grievances between the two sides have been wiped out. Megill and the others can no longer play against me."

After speaking, he looked at Charles and added: "If you don't agree, then continue to squat and see which of me or Megill will die first."

The corner of Charles's mouth moved, and he squeezed out: "Teacher, the second, third, and fourth conditions are all reasonable. I can accept it on behalf of Britain."

"But the first condition, the number is too big."

"500 billion, the entire British GDP is only 3 trillion..."

"Teacher, can this number be lowered?"

Charles whispered: "And it's difficult to pass this number. Maybe it will arouse the British hawks' fighting spirit, which is not good for both sides."

"Okay, for your face, it will be reduced by 100 billion."

Ye Tianlong simply said, "400 billion will be paid to my account in a month."

Charles bit his lip, his face still embarrassed: "Teacher..."

Although it was reduced by 100 billion, 400 billion was still pressed like a mountain, and it was still a **** knife for England.

"Charles, your face is worth 100 billion, isn't the teacher's face worth 400 billion?"

Ye Tianlong interrupted Charles and his smile became playful:

"Even if my face is not worth 400 billion, should the damage done to China by England in the past be worth this amount?"

"The two Opium Wars, the burning of the Old Summer Palace, the British Concession, Boxer Indemnity, etc., together with my face, is more than 400 billion?"

"If you think 400 billion is too much, then tell Megill to them..."

"Allow me to sell drugs in Britain for two months, burn the British Grand Palace, and open five zero-tariff ports to me. I don't want this 400 billion."

He patted Charles on the shoulder and smiled, "What do you think?"

Charles was taken aback, and then gave a wry smile: "Teacher has the same feelings of family and country as always."

Ye Tianlong's eyes became sharper: "So don't bargain. This is my greatest sincerity, and it's where you and I have friendship."

"Tell Megill about my request. I agree and immediately cease the war. The two sides have never been in contact with each other ever since, and I will no longer toss about England."

"If you don't agree, it doesn't matter. Three days later, I will burn the British Palace first, then fight the Parliament House, and finally cut off Megill and the others."

"I want to see if the sun never sets, the declining machine of the Empire, can I still hold the knife in my hand..."

Having said that, Ye Tianlong pressed a palm on the white piano, and with a click, the piano shattered and crashed to the ground, revealing a small bomb...

"Also, you are a doctor, don't be fooled by Megill and kill yourself..."