"Mitsui Drinking Party?" Zhang Heng looked at the gilded invitation in his hand, his eyes were full of playfulness.

In front of him, stood an uncomfortable man.

"Xiao Wu, no, Immortal Master Zhang!" Jiang Yun glanced at Zhang Heng complicatedly, gritted his teeth and said: "That's right, Miss Junko Mitsui of the Mitsui family came to Huaxia, she came this time to expand the Huaxia market, so she must first make good connections." ”

"She invited a lot of people, big names from all walks of life, all of whom were invited. ”

"She heard that I had an old relationship with you, so she specially asked me to invite you, and please be sure to appreciate your face!"

After saying this, Jiang Yun lowered his head deeply.

It was already difficult for him to accept Zhang Heng's identity change, and if he could, he really didn't want to meet.

But Junko Mitsui had an order that he had to invite Zhang Heng, otherwise, there was no need for him to go back.

There is no doubt that he is reluctant to work hard for his position in the Mitsui Consortium, and he can only come to Zhang Heng hard.

God knows how long he mentally prepared before knocking on the door of Zhang Heng's office.

Looking at Jiang Yun with a humiliated face, Zhang Heng smiled faintly, he threw the invitation on the table, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have any interest in this cocktail party." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Yun looked at Zhang Heng and said, "How could you not be interested? This is an invitation from the Mitsui family." ”

"This is Huaxia. Zhang Heng responded: "The name of the Mitsui family can't scare me." ”

Zhang Heng has never been interested in such an occasion as a cocktail party.

To put it bluntly, it's nothing more than the Mitsui family trying to test him, and in his opinion, it's completely in vain.

With this time, he would rather go back and rest.

"You're taking revenge on me, you're taking revenge on me, aren't you!"

Jiang Yun looked at Zhang Heng, but he was roaring in his heart.

In his mind, this was completely Zhang Heng's revenge on him, and he must have guessed Junko Mitsui's request for him, so he deliberately refused, in order to embarrass him.

He looked at Zhang Heng, jealous, resentful, angry, fearful, aggrieved, sad...... All kinds of emotions welled up in his heart, and his eyes were a little red.

"Zhang Heng, can you give me a face!"

He said in a deep voice.

"I said, not interested. Zhang Heng frowned.

Poof!

An astonishing scene appeared, Jiang Yun fell directly to his knees, and his face showed a thick self-deprecation.

"You just want to see me humiliated, right, you did. ”

He began to kowtow, his head clanging.

In the years of being in Dongying, he has long put his dignity aside, and the reason why he has gotten to this point is that only he knows how much he has suffered.

So, he can't afford to lose it all.

Looking at Jiang Yun, who was kowtowing frantically and there were already blood stains on his forehead, Zhang Heng's brows furrowed even deeper.

"You misunderstood, I didn't mean to take revenge on you, it's just that I'm really not interested in this drinking party. ”

"But, if you don't go, I'll be finished!" Jiang Yun smiled miserably, he never thought that one day, his fate would actually be in the hands of Zhang Heng.

"That's fine. ”

Zhang Heng glanced at him and said.

"I'll go. ”

It's not that he has compassion, but he also has some curiosity about this so-called Mitsui family.

Jiang Yun, he still understands this person.

can make him so frightened and care so much, which shows how distinct the class of this Mitsui family is.

If such a force with a clear class and ruthless means does not meet this time, then there will be a next time, presumably they will not stop until they achieve their goal, in this case, it is better to take the initiative to meet for a while.

"Thank you. Jiang Yun left in despair.

Whether he accepts it or not, whether he admits it or not, now he has indeed lost all his advantages in front of Zhang Heng.

……

At nightfall, Zhang Heng arrived at the Pearl Building accurately.

Here, he is already here for the second time.

When it comes to the most compelling meeting place, it is naturally the Pearl Building, and it is not an accident that the Mitsui consortium was able to take it over.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, Zhang Heng felt several powerful breaths.

But this is just for ordinary people, but for him, it seems a little unsightly.

"You are Immortal Master Zhang, please come in. ”

There was a welcome waiting for a long time, and they came over.

Zhang Heng held his hands behind his back and followed him into the Pearl Building.

There was a special welcome to lead the way, which was naturally unimpeded, and it didn't take long for Zhang Heng to step into the hall.

"You are Immortal Master Zhang?"

The group greeted them.

At the forefront is Junko Mitsui.

This Dongying beauty, who is proficient in Chinese and knows Chinese culture very well, wears a bright red dress, and there is a blood-like rose red on her left chest, which sets off her more and more cold, her tall figure shakes with her elegant steps, and her body naturally has a seductive atmosphere, plundering everyone's attention.

"Welcome to Immortal Master Zhang. Junko Mitsui showed a bright smile on her face and stretched out her hand to Zhang Heng.

However, Zhang Heng's gaze was locked on Master Nakamura behind him.

He could feel that there seemed to be a sharp sword aura on this middle-aged man's body, and when he arrived, the man faintly showed a provocative intent.

"You want to challenge me?" Zhang Heng asked without going around in circles, and asked with a smile.

The purpose of this reception was just to test him.

Zhang Heng doesn't like the way the upper class goes around in circles, he likes to be direct, so he picks up the contradictions on the bright side.

For Zhang Heng's straightforwardness, Junko Mitsui was a little unexpected, she frowned and looked at Master Nakamura.

"Zhang Sang, I do mean that. ”

Master Nakamura didn't want to reveal his purpose so quickly, but since he had been seen through by Zhang Heng, he naturally wouldn't be afraid, so he simply admitted it directly.

It's just that his Chinese level is a little different from that of Junko Mitsui, and his accent seems a little weird.

"What's the situation?"

The movement here has attracted the attention of many people.

Today is a gathering organized by the Mitsui Foundation, for the business elite, the upper class, the Mitsui Foundation is definitely a giant force, naturally they are eager to participate in the reception.

And Junko Mitsui is undoubtedly the center of the party, and her every move is obviously touching.

Now she took the initiative to greet Zhang Heng, and the two took a look at each other, and there was a contradiction, which was really unexpected.

"It looks like the two sides are a bit of a confrontation!"

"Who is that kid, who dares to speak disrespectfully to Master Nakamura. ”

"Master Nakamura, have you heard of it? Toei, a famous kendo master, is said to be a well-known master and quite powerful. ”

There is no shortage of well-informed people who recognize the identity of Master Nakamura.

Junko Mitsui invited a lot of people, as Jiang Yun said, there are people from all walks of life, and there is naturally no shortage of martial artists among them.

When a martial artist heard Master Nakamura's name, his face changed slightly.

"Ichiro Nakamura?"

"Ten years ago, I came to Huaxia and challenged seventy-two martial arts gyms, but I never lost a single one?"

"I didn't expect him to take refuge in the Mitsui family!"

Compared with the famous Master Nakamura, Zhang Heng is a little strange.

He didn't take the drinking party seriously, he was just wearing a T-shirt and shorts when he came, and he didn't fit in with the people in suits and leather shoes, but now he was standing there loosely with his hands in his pockets, and he was a big step behind in momentum.

"Who is he?"

There was a lady in a dress with a depressed face, in high society, there was no such person at all.

Many people frowned and thought about it carefully, while others seemed to think of something and showed hesitation.

And at this time, a voice suddenly came from the center of the reception.

"Dongzhou Saint Venerable when he was a teenager, Zhang Heng!"

A middle-aged man in a Tang costume strode out.

He has a Chinese face, a broad body, and glowing eyes, and when he comes, he is like a tiger descending from a mountain, and every step he takes gives people a strong sense of threat.

"Who are you?" Zhang Heng looked at him.

This person was one of the several powerful momentum he sensed.

"Fist Sect, Wen will not return!" the middle-aged man took a deep breath and spoke heavily. ()

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