The system swallowed an eagle before it digested it

Red copper paved roads, golden mountains, looking around, the magnificent buildings are particularly dazzling.

In Yanjing, the only one who can symbolize wealth is the Chen family.

At this time, an old man in his mid-term was stroking the beautiful white legs of the maid beside him, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Yes, yes, what's your name!"

"Little... my daughter was... bought by the young master."

"I asked you what your name is! Are you deaf?!" The old man was furious and slammed the table hard, making a loud noise.

The maid next to her knelt on the ground, her face was pale and she was terrified.

"Report to the master, my little girl... my little girl's surname is Tan."

"Hmm~ Xiaotan, it sounds good."

The old man returned to the appearance he had just enjoyed, as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, the servant girl, her hands were shaking violently, and her nervousness could not be calmed down for a long time.

"boom--"

"Father, tomorrow is the Qingwu Conference, why are you still sitting here? The elders are waiting for you!"

The man who pushed the door and entered was none other than the Patriarch of the Chen family, Chen Zhenhe.

Seeing his father like this, Chen Zhenhe was really angry. If it wasn't for his seniority, he really wanted to go up and give this old man two punches.

Chen Zhenhe was not the old man's biological son. Eleven years ago, because his father entered the Black Iron Forest and never came back, Chen Zhenhe was promoted to the eldest son of the direct line by the then patriarch.

There is no other reason, Chen Zhanjiang has no son, only one daughter, and Chen Zhenhe is good enough and talented, so he raised him as his own son.

Fortunately, Chen Zhenhe lived up to his entrustment, broke through the innate realm five years ago, and successfully sat on the position of Patriarch.

"Don't worry, Xiaotan, I will pamper you when the old man comes back, hahaha!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Zhanjiang got up and moved to the Chen family's meeting hall.

Xiaotan, who was originally full of fear, was uncharacteristically at this time, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he quickly entered Chen Zhanjiang's room and began to rummage and search.

……

Binjia restaurant.

As usual, Chen Long held a paper fan and said to the friends in front of him.

"Tomorrow, let's see how this young master wins the championship title, and his reputation will shake Yanjing!"

"Young Master Chen is mighty!"

"Let's toast Mr. Chen together, and wish Mr. Chen a great victory!"

"Dry!"

"..."

Everyone was making noise, but it made the customers downstairs too noisy, but because of Chen Long's status, he had to endure it.

At this moment, a woman in a sexy flower skirt walked slowly towards Chen Long.

He leaned over and whispered in his ear: "My lord, I have the item."

When Chen Long heard this, his face was ecstatic, and he held the woman's rouge-covered face and kissed her.

"Xiaotan, you are really my lucky star! After the Qingwu Conference is over, you can choose whatever minerals you want in Yanjing City!"

The woman smiled lightly, and put her whole body on Chen Long's body, saying in a seductive tone: "I don't want anything, but you, my lord, are enough."

boom!
A loud noise came, sweeping away the original ambiguous and noisy atmosphere.

"Who? Don't die? Do you know who I am?!"

"I don't care who you are, Chen Long, open your eyes and see if you still know the young master!"

A fat man shouted angrily, dressed richly, wearing gold and silver, as if he was afraid that others would not know how rich he was.

Seeing the identity of the visitor, Chen Long laughed immediately, "Oh! Isn't this Young Master Jin who has been in seclusion for a year? Why, he's getting fat again?!"

In the next second, the entire second floor roared with laughter.

Jin Bowen was furious, but Chen Long's cultivation at the seventh level of Xuanwu didn't dare to step forward to make a move, so he could only stand there obediently.

On the first floor, Tang Zheng happened to come in with You Sui and Linger at this time, Tang Zheng almost talked with Linger all afternoon.

Seeing that the sun was setting and it was getting late, Tang Zheng proposed to go back and have something to eat.

Speaking of which, Ling'er has never tasted delicious food outside, and in the organization, it is a blessing to simply deal with it.

Calling You Sui, the three of them found a nearby restaurant and planned to have a drink.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came in, he heard Chen Long's voice from the second floor.

Tang Zheng's complexion changed, You Sui noticed the abnormality, and followed Tang Zheng's gaze to look up.

"Guest officer, the upper floor is full, can you see the first floor?" Xiaoer walked over and asked Tang Zheng and the others for instructions with a smile.

Regarding this, Tang Zheng didn't say a word, and walked towards the second floor with a sullen face.

You Sui and Ling'er followed closely behind Tang Zheng. As soon as the three reached the second floor, they saw a fat figure flying over.

Tang Zheng's left shoulder was covered with purple-gray spiritual energy, and with an iron mountain leaning against it, most of the strength of the person coming was removed.

Sensing the slight pain in his shoulder, Tang Zheng's expression changed, he never expected that Chen Long's strikes would be so vicious, wouldn't he be afraid of beating people to death in public?
Jin Bowen was so frightened that his legs became weak, he sat down on the ground, looked up at Tang Zheng, and hurriedly thanked: "Brother, thank you so much."

When Chen Long saw Tang Zheng, the paper fan in his hand was broken.

A monstrous fighting spirit swept the audience from the eyes of the two of them.

"Chen Long, see you tomorrow in the martial arts competition!"

"Hehe, I hope you are alive."

Tang Zheng didn't talk nonsense, he dragged Jin Bowen and left the restaurant, heading straight to Jin's house.

On the eve of the meeting, Tang Zheng didn't want to bring trouble to the Prime Minister's Mansion, otherwise he would have done it just now.

……

"Father, are you going to the Qingwu Conference tomorrow?!"

The person who said this was one of the four major families in Yanjing City today, the head of the Jin family, Jin Hai!

With a thin body and deep eyes, a little bit of light appears from time to time.

In front of Jin Hai, sat an extremely burly old man with long black hair and smooth skin, without any signs of aging.

To say that he is Jin Hai's elder brother, no one would question him.

The only thing that can be said is the sharp eyes of the old man, like an eagle in the sky, no one dares to look at him.

The old man of the Jin family, Jin Quan!

Relying on his innate triple cultivation, he successfully became one of the three masters in Yanjing City.

It was also because of the presence of the old man that Jin Hai dared to abandon Wu Congwen and switch careers to start a shop.

This can be seen from Jin Hai's appearance.

"If the old man doesn't go out for a walk again, those old bastards might spew out some shit again."

"By the way, bring this to Bowen, maybe it can be used in the game."

I saw Jin Quan casually took out a pitch-black hatchet, which was surprisingly heavy, but in his hand, it was as easy as carrying cotton.

Jin Hai missed one, causing the ax to fall to the ground.

In the next second, Jin Hai hurriedly covered his ears, as if he had guessed something.

"Stupid! Trash! You can't even hold an axe, get out!"

Jin Haihui ran out choking, and hurriedly closed the door behind him.

The old man's abuse still came from behind the door, which made Jin Hai sigh heavily.

Who would have imagined that Yanjing's number one wise man, who had mastered the business circle, would look so funny in front of his father.

Jin Hai was shocked by the grade of the axe, and took a deep look at the door.

I was amazed in my heart, I didn't expect that the old man still had hidden goods, this is a mysterious weapon!
"Father! I was beaten!"

A fat, disheveled man shouted to Jin Hai in a crying voice.

Ling'er couldn't hold back, and let out a chuckle...