"What about this vine?" the man in the tunic continued, and the small discussion around him fell silent again.

"You see, this tree vine is like a dragon, and the vine is full of fairy energy, like a fog disc dragon, so it is named the fog dragon vine. If you want to talk about its fruit, it is powerful, it can detoxify all kinds of poisons, drive away evil spirits and demons, but I don't know much about this evil and demon, after all, no one believes in ghosts and gods in this era. The old man smacked his tongue in amazement as he spoke.

"Liao Gong, look, should we report this matter to the above, this rare species is rare in the world, if it is left in private hands, I am afraid it will be difficult to preserve it after a long time!" The man in the tunic whispered in front of the old man, but Yang Ming could hear it clearly, and secretly scolded the robber.

"Don't! This kind of immortal thing that only exists in legends appears here out of thin air, it must be that the boss of Juxianzhuang has a big opportunity to get the appreciation of the immortals, if you offend him, I am afraid that it will cause a catastrophe, or don't want to, and we can get the news to watch here, others may not be in the dark, since everyone pretends not to know about this, it must be afraid of Xianwei, this matter should not be mentioned again." An imperceptible look of unhappiness flashed on the old man's face, and the man in the tunic didn't see anything from the side face, but he was looked at by Yang Ming on the other side. Yang Ming's heart moved, it seemed that this old man was also disgusted with the practice of men in tunics.

"It's a fantasy! But the tree and the vine are really beautiful, not like normal plants. Zhong Guoen is also amazed, he is engaged in a flower company, and he has a wide range of plants, in order to cater to the public, he often goes to some deep mountains and old forests to search for some strange flowers and trees, not to mention this towering phoenix marrow fruit tree, he has never seen the seemingly plain fog dragon vine.

"I see that there are still patches of withered petals under this tree, is this tree going to bear fruit?"

After speaking, the man in the tunic wanted to go over and pick up the petals, but was stopped outside by several strong men full of fat and fat: "Sir, please look at the signs, outsiders are not allowed to approach, please don't embarrass us!"

Everyone just now saw that there was a sign standing under the tree for not a meter: "Please do not approach!"

"Please inform your manager, just say that the old president of the National Academy of Ancient Literature wants to study this ancient tree, and I hope he can appreciate a thin face!" The man in the tunic seemed to be modest when he spoke, but he was tall and imposing.

One of the strong men couldn't make up his mind, turned around and left, and after a while, he came over with Gao Biao.

Coincidentally, Gao Biao walked up to the old man, he was now deaf and bright, and he recognized Yang Ming in the crowd at a glance, Yang Ming secretly said that it was not good, and signaled Gao Biao not to speak blindly. As a result, Gao Biao, who was stunned, saw Yang Ming squeezing his eyebrows, and thought he was greeting him, so he immediately jumped up happily and shouted: "Hey! Brother Ming!"

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone around him focused on Yang Ming, Yang Ming was so angry that he had a headache, covered his face and leaned back, and scolded secretly: "Fuck!" Quan Dang beat Gao Biao, a fool, in his heart.

"Brother Ming, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" Gao Biao had already squeezed in front of Yang Ming from the crowd.

"It's okay!, hurry up and receive the distinguished guests!" Yang Ming didn't want to talk to him.

"What are they, let me tell you, even if the gods come, you have to look at Brother Ming's face, if he makes you unhappy, I don't care what kind of god or ghost he is, get out!"

"I'm in the village, I'll go to you later, you can hurry up and receive distinguished guests!" Yang Ming was afraid that Gao Biao would be too talkative and leak the news, so he hurriedly urged.

"Okay, I must accompany Brother Ming to drink three hundred cups later!"

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Gao Biao walked in front of the white-bearded old man with confidence, the old man's face was calm, he couldn't see anything, but the man in the tunic behind him, his face was gloomy, he should be angry for Gao Biao's contempt for their behavior.

"I'm the lobby manager Gao Desheng, I'm a straight talker, I won't be those polite words, I hope you can also be happy, if you have anything to say, just say it directly!" Gao Biao deliberately changed a loud and not so fierce name in order to match the position of the lobby manager of Juxianzhuang.

"What kind of attitude do you have? Liao Gong is the old president of the National Academy of Ancient Literature, and he is a model for my generation, can't you be more respectful when you speak?" The man in the tunic can no longer stand the other party's casualness, in the past, when dealing with those giant businessmen and wealthy families, which one is not groveling, a lobby manager in this district Juxianzhuang dares to be so presumptuous.

"Eh, the breath of anger is passed on, people have met good friends, it's nothing to greet friends in advance, not to mention that we are not big people, and there is nothing inappropriate for people to speak, you can step down!" The old man felt a little uncomfortable, he was a little bit of a student, but he was too arrogant and arrogant, and he couldn't bear it.

"Although the old man speaks in a concise manner, but he listens to you, a high-sounding fellow, is the country or something very remarkable? If you can solve my food and clothing problem like Yuan Longping, I admire you as much. Acting coquettishly all day long, can those of us with a low level of education be able to reach it?Who do you read those people to?" Gao Biao was also angry, but he rarely did not burst into foul language, and his speech was still at such a disgraceful level, Yang Ming secretly applauded in his heart.

"Well said!" The white-bearded old man applauded, and many self-made business tycoons who started from scratch at the level of elementary and junior high school also clapped their hands, which is too right! There are always some people who are self-righteous and always think that they are standing at the highest point, but in fact, in the eyes of some people, he is not even a piece of bullshit.

Even his own teachers were cheering for each other, Chen Chuanzhi's face was suffocated into the color of pig liver, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and die inside.

"Manager Gao, I want to go inside to see this fairy tree, I don't know if I can allow this little request, if I can get what I want, I will be very grateful!" The old man bowed his head and bowed deeply, Yang Ming didn't know why the old man insisted on going in, so he followed and looked at it.

"Our boss ordered that you can't go in!" What he said just now was recognized by the old man, and Gao Biao's impression of this old man was a little better, and when he remembered Xiang Ba's instructions, he was tight, scratching his head and in a dilemma. Suddenly, he remembered that he had mentioned to Ba that Yang Ming could approach at will, and instead his eyes turned to Yang Ming, Yang Ming naturally nodded in acquiescence.

"Okay, you can go in and see, others can't!" Gao Biao saw that Yang Ming agreed, and immediately agreed, looking at the man in the tunic provocatively.

"Chuanzhi, you can wait for me here, I'll go in and take a look, and I'll go back. Saying that, the old man walked over, stepping on the dry broken wine lees on the ground, the faint smell of wine was refreshing, the trunk was as warm as the furnace wall, and the smell of the foggy dragon vine was bitter, he had confirmed that this tree was the dragon liver and phoenix marrow described in the ancient text, and then he turned back with satisfaction.

Seeing the dried petals on the ground, his heart moved, and he asked, "Manager Gao, can I take the withered petals on the ground?"

Yang Ming nodded again, and Gao Biao replied, "Okay!"

"Thank you Manager Gao!" the old man smiled and hunched his waist to pick up the petals on the ground one by one, and took off his coat to wrap them. He finally saw it clearly just now, Gao Biao didn't turn his head to think, but to ask the young man he called 'Brother Ming'.

The crowd of onlookers had dispersed, leaving only a few scattered piles of people, and Yang Ming also left behind Zhong Guoen.

"Chuanzhi, help me keep an eye on that young man, and when I find an opportunity, I will say a few words to him. The old man pointed to Yang Ming's back and commanded the man in the tunic suit.

"Liao Gong, do you know him?" The man was strange, the young man just said a few words to Gao Biao, and there was nothing special.

"When I talk to him, you will understand!" The old man brushed his long beard with a smile, but he didn't know that Yang Ming had already noticed it, and was thinking of a way to create a meeting opportunity for the old man.

Walking to the Jingyun attic, Zhong Guoen met an acquaintance.

"Mr. Zhong, I didn't expect you to be there, I guess you also heard the name of the fairy tree and came to visit, right?" A fat man with a shiny comb greeted Zhong Guoen warmly, followed by a dozen bodyguards with sunglasses.

"I just came to have a banquet to thank you, this tree is rare, but it's not enough!" The fat man smiled, but Zhong Guoen didn't appreciate his face, his face was indifferent, and he even had to say something to him.

"Oh, thank you, ouch, I said what's the matter, it turns out that the lame leg has been cured! I don't know where the sacredness can have such skills, amazing, amazing!" The fat man was full of praise, but his eyes were full of playful abuse, and he thought that Zhong Guoen must have amputated his leg and installed a prosthetic leg.

How could Zhong Guoen not understand the meaning of Jin Sanpang, Jin Sanpang once laughed at him in person three or four times, and gloated about the cool words of 'amputation and prosthetic leg'. In fact, he had long lost confidence in his leg, but for the sake of face, he was angry and did not amputate his leg, and no one expected that he would be cured by Yang Ming now. Counting up, there is also a little credit to Jin Sanpang.

Zhong Guoen lifted his trouser legs, revealing his muscular calves, and walked towards the building without saying a word.

"Eh~ Wait, Mr. Zhong, what floor are you on?, let's go all the way?" After a short period of consternation, Jin Sanpang chased after him, Zhong Guoen's legs are true or false, for so many years, Zhong Guoen has been pressed by Zhong Guoen in business, and today he is willing to humiliate him before he stops.

"The Tao is different, don't conspire with each other!" Zhong Guoen felt that he had nothing to say to Jin Sanfat.

"I'm on the third floor, I heard that the fourth floor is only accessible to supreme members, and the fifth floor is not open to the public, so presumably Zhong should always be on the second floor, right?"

"We're on the fifth floor!" ()

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