My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet

Chapter 439 Princess Yongning is omnipotent [1 update]

Faruk's hands suddenly clenched, and he looked at Valentino with his eyes firmly on. His voice came out from between his teeth: "I will give it to IWC-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Don't be stupid, my brother. They came to the Valentin family first and then found you." Valentino shook his head with pity, "You and them are just a relationship between a customer and a salesperson. They are It’s impossible to offend the entire Valentin family for you, you’d better agree to my plan.”

Although he is the next patriarch appointed by the Valentin family, he has to admit that in terms of casting talent, he is indeed not as good as Faruk.

But who allowed him to be born into a noble family and be able to succeed to the position of patriarch?

Even if a genius is like Farouk, it is just a job for him.

But now, Valentino is no longer satisfied with this.

He even wanted to get the name of Farouk's genius, so Farouk was not allowed to use his own name in future castings, but had to be cast in his name.

"Faruk, I'm not discussing with you, I'm informing you." Seeing that Faruk didn't respond, Valentino knocked on the table impatiently, "Since you are from the Valentin family, then You have to make corresponding contributions to the family. Do you think your reputation as a genius can be stabilized by you alone? "

Faruk was so angry that he trembled all over: "Even if you are the young patriarch, you are not qualified to rob me!"

Being deprived of the right to name is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for the caster.

If all the weapons he forged are taken away and shown off by Valentino in the future, what is the meaning of his existence?

"I'll give you three more days." Valentino chuckled, "You don't have the right to make a choice. After three days, either you agree, or your hands will be chopped off and used as casting materials."

If he hadn't seen that Farouk indeed had unparalleled casting talent, he would have killed Farouk when Farouk disobeyed him again and again.

"Come here." Valentino clapped his hands and said coldly, "He is not allowed to leave his foundry base for three days until he agrees."

Soon a guard came forward: "Mr. Farouk, please."

Farouk clenched his fists and then lowered them, looking a little depressed.

Valentino is right, his surname is Valentin, and if he is in the city of Valentino, he will be under the control of his family.

After returning to the foundry base, Faruk locked himself in the room and did not communicate with anyone. He just kept swinging the hammer in silence and continued the second round of forging.

**

The time soon reached late at night, and the explosion at the auction venue did not affect the daily life of the residents in Valentin at all.

At this time, it was still brightly lit outside.

Ye Banglan came back from outside and saw Ye Xingli playing chess with Yan Tingfeng.

Since there were no chess pieces, the two used pens to draw circles on paper instead.

"We've been chatting all day, what are we talking about?" Ye Banlan raised his eyebrows, "Heizi went to the wrong place."

"Ah?" Ye Xingli touched his nose and chose to give up directly, "If you make a mistake, just make a mistake. I have only learned a little bit, and I don't know how to do it at all."

Yan Tingfeng blinked softly: "Brother Ye has talent. With a little practice, you can learn it."

"These leisure and entertainment can only wait until I retire." Ye Xingli sighed, "But I don't know if I can live to retirement age."

After all, his work has always been very intense and he is exposed to many radioactive elements.

Many researchers remained anonymous their whole lives and died in experiments before they could enjoy their old age.

"It's time." Ye Banlan glanced at the time, "The helicopter has been prepared for you. Your assistant is also awake and ready to go back to the Global Center. Is there anyone over there to pick you up?"

"Yes." Ye Xingli was a little surprised, "Leave now?"

"Yes, let's leave now." Ye Banlan said, "There are still people looking for you in the city, and there are people guarding you at the major airports. You can leave now, but you can't take the normal route."

From Hokuriku to the Global Center, they always pass through the airspace above China and enter the Nanling Sea area before arriving at their destination.

The helicopter arranged by Ye Banglan went in the opposite direction, continuing north from Hokuriku. After passing through the far north, it could reach the Global Center.

"Okay." Ye Xingli looked serious, "When Sister Lan and Director Yan come to the Global Center in the future, I will definitely entertain you two."

Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly: "Yes."

This helicopter uses "stealth" technology, which uses principles such as light reflection to make the entire aircraft invisible during flight without being discovered.

Ye Xingli boarded the helicopter with his assistant, waved to Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng, and left Beilu.

Along the way, Ye Xingli didn't dare to close his eyes. It wasn't until six hours later that the plane landed at a safe place, and he was only half relieved.

He had his own safe house. After changing the equipment in the safe house, he successfully returned to the International Institute for Strategic Studies.

It was eight o'clock in the evening at the Global Center, and some researchers had already gone home from get off work, but most of the buildings were still brightly lit.

Ye Xingli didn't stop and went straight to the dean's office building. The current dean is nearly eighty years old and will retire from this position by the end of the year at the latest.

"Xingli." After seeing Ye Xingli, the old dean breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were wet. He patted Ye Xingli's shoulder vigorously and murmured, "It's good to come back. It's good to have people back."

As the youngest S-class researcher at the International Institute for Strategic Studies, there are too many people staring at Ye Xingli.

Geniuses without power can easily become victims of the struggle between various forces.

He can protect Ye Xingli for one more year at most. After one year, where will Ye Xingli go?

"Teacher, I made you worry." Ye Xingli felt a little guilty, "I'm back, and I brought what we need."

He carefully took out the stone he had auctioned.

After listening to Ye Xingli's narration, the old dean pushed up his glasses and said in a solemn voice: "For your safety, you must never disclose it to a third person. Also, if any danger is discovered while studying this stone, Stop research immediately."

"Understood." Ye Xingli nodded, "Teacher, don't worry, I will get enough merits and medals within this year to compete for the position of dean."

The old dean patted his shoulder again, with a kind expression: "Go ahead."

Ye Xingli returned to his research building, leaned on his chair and took out his mobile phone.

[Mad Scientist]: Brothers and sisters, we are back, and Sister YN is still reliable. Next, I need to worry about what will happen after the old dean retires.

[Brother Dagui]: What are you afraid of? Just ask the rich sister to buy your unit and make you the dean.

[Mad Scientist]: Shut up!

Although the friends in the group often tease each other like this, they all know one thing -

Whether it is the International Institute for Strategic Studies, the World Bank, or the Group of Nations, although they are all major forces in the center of the world, they are actually checking and balancing each other.

Unless, someone can really make these big forces become monolithic.

Ye Xingli rested for a while, then eagerly picked up the stone and started studying it.

**

At the same time, Hokuriku.

At three o'clock in the morning, Faruk came out of the casting room and was surprised to find that Ye Wanlan was still sitting in the hall.

"Miss Ye?" He stepped forward, "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

"After you came back, your mood was very wrong." Ye Banlan looked at him, "What happened?"

"I..." Faruk was stunned for a moment, his voice tired, "This is an internal matter within the family."

Finally, he briefly recounted what happened to Valentino.

"I don't want to be his puppet. Even if I die, I can't tolerate my things being named after other people." As he said this, Farooq couldn't help but shed tears.

Ye Bianlan lowered his eyelashes.

that power.

This is something that everyone will be obsessed with and pursue crazily.

She had tasted the feeling of holding power in her hands, and no one was willing to give up after having tasted power.

Because only when power belongs to oneself, then the corresponding money, status, etc. will follow.

But Ye Turning also knows clearly that having power does not mean that one must express the dignity of power by squeezing and bullying the weak.

On the contrary, those who have power should help these people.

What she wanted was just four words—

The world is unified.

There is nothing wrong with being greedy for power. With such a big country and so many beauties, who wouldn’t miss them?

But how to use power and how to not be blinded by the desire for gain after having power is a very difficult thing.

"Miss Ye, don't worry, I promise you that you will be able to repair the Divine Power Gun." Faruk wiped away his tears and whispered, "This is the last thing I can do for you."

From now on, his name Farooq will no longer be in the foundry world.

Ye Banglan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the table gently: "Mr. Faruk, are you interested in returning to China with me and doing something great?"

She was in need of someone to complete what was recorded in the "Apocalypse Ceremony".

Good morning~~