If you have to use one word to describe Zheng Wuming's mood at this moment, you can only use "confused".

Yes, it's just confused.

Lying quietly on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, Zheng Wuming's heart was unusually calm. No anger, no hatred, more just confusion.

He is the head of one of the three major consortia in China, and his identity is enough to make half of the people in China look up to him. He is the first son of Yanjing, handsome and handsome, and has fascinated countless big girls and little daughters-in-law - before he met Yan Murong, he was the proud son of Yanjing, talking and laughing with all kinds of powerful and rich people, even if he was Ning Kun's identity, he had to show extreme respect in front of him. He had his own pride, but this pride ceased to exist after meeting Yan Murong - this wild boy who ran back from nowhere was his enemy everywhere, and he never played his cards according to common sense.

At the beginning, he was angry, but he could endure it, and after Zheng Tianlun was choked off by Yan Murong, this anger turned into hatred.

I was so angry with him that I vomited blood?

Zheng Wuming smiled self-deprecatingly, wondering why he wanted to be an enemy of Yan Murong, could it be that the hatred of the previous generation had to be broken in their generation? -- Or rather, it is necessary to pass on this hatred from generation to generation.

In this case, unless one of the families is ruined and no longer exists, the hatred can only continue.

Therefore, Zheng Wuming is very confused now, and even for a moment, he almost wants to stay away from this endless battle.

Soon, there was another knock on the door outside, and as the door of the room was pushed open, Mitsui's handsome figure appeared in the room.

"How is Mr. Zheng's health?" Mitsui Hidetoshi put the fruit basket in his hand on the bedside table and asked with a concerned expression.

Since Long Caiyi was taken away by Yan Murong, Mitsui Yingjun has been a lot more honest during this time, and he almost didn't even leave the house. If it weren't for Zheng Wuming asking him out, I'm afraid he would have to continue to be honest for a while.

"I'm fine."

Zheng Wuming smiled and nodded to Mitsui Young, sat up from the bed, and said. "We're meeting for the first time, right?"

"I think so." Mitsui smiled and nodded. "But Mr. Zheng's name is a thunderbolt to me, and I still have the time magazine you put on the cover at home."

"It's just a name." Zheng Wuming waved his hand, looked at Mitsui Yingjun and asked. "Mr. Mitsui, I don't know what you think of Yan Murong?"

"Yan Murong?" Mitsui was stunned, he didn't expect Zheng Wuming to mention this name, but when he was speculating about Zheng Wuming's intentions, he said it. "A very powerful person -- some time ago, my father's strange illness for many years was cured by him."

"So, he's your friend?" Zheng Wuming asked.

"Friends?" Mitsui sneered. "When have I ever had a male friend? What does Mr. Cheng mean by asking? ”

"It's not interesting." Zheng Wuming said bluntly. "I just want to cooperate with you, I think, you should hate him too, right?"

"It seems that Mr. Zheng has investigated me?" Mitsui's handsome eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, I looked into you." Zheng Wuming nodded in acknowledgement, raised his head, looked directly into Mitsui's handsome eyes, and said. "We have an old saying in China - the enemy of the enemy is the friend, I think, maybe we can become friends."

"What should I say about this?" Mitsui Hidetoshi suddenly laughed. "To be honest, I don't like your Chinese people's straightforward personality very much, it's too impetuous."

"But I don't see a dislike look on your face, do I?" Zheng Wuming asked rhetorically.

"Who knows?"

Mitsui said with a smile on the corner of his handsome mouth. "Mr. Zheng, it's the 21st century, it's an era where interests are paramount, and simple friendship is no longer reliable, so if you want to be friends with me, let me see the benefits first."

With that, Mitsui stood up and said as he walked towards the door. "If Mr. Zheng thinks about it, let's get in touch again."

"I'll give you what you want." Zheng Wuming's indifferent voice came. "You can't leave yet, though."

"I can't go?" Mitsui Hidetoshi stopped, turned around, looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "This is Tokyo, I can go wherever I want, can you stop me?"

"I can't." Zheng Wuming stood up and said with a smile on his face. "I just don't know if a ghost can do it?" ――

Outside the conference room of the Tokyo Hotel, delegates from all over the world were invited to come out, and one by one they stood anxiously outside the door, their faces full of worry.

"Master, why hasn't anyone come out for so long?" Liang Shaokun was also like an ant on a hot pot, spinning around in front of Yan Murong, but Yan Murong was not worried at all, so he asked the waiter to bring a chair, and sat on the side and took out his mobile phone to concentrate on playing the only "snake" game above.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?" Yan Murong looked at the snake that had hit the wall on the screen of his mobile phone, and said with a depressed expression. "You've asked me five times since you came out."

"I'm not worried." Liang Shaokun smiled wryly and said. "The rules of the main game are so weird that it's depressing."

"It's not for you to go, what are you depressed?" Yan Murong glanced at Liang Shaokun and said. "Wouldn't it be okay to have time to wander around in front of me and find a place to sit down and read?"

"How can I watch it?" Liang Shaokun muttered in a low voice, but he didn't spin around anymore, he sat directly on the ground next to Yan Murong, took out his mobile phone and studied it seriously.

Time passed minute by minute, until there was a soft "click" from the door of the conference room, and everyone's eyes were attracted to it.

The door opened, and the first to come out were the fifty patients arranged by the organizing committee, followed by three judges, and each of them held a thick stack of prescription paper in their hands, and the last to come out were the people who participated in the competition.

"How's that, can you win?"

Seeing Duan Chenxu come out, Liang Shaokun ran over quickly, grabbed his arm, and asked eagerly. "Tell me, can we win?"

Duan Chenxu didn't speak, just shook his head slightly, walked to Yan Murong's side, lowered his head, and said. "I'm sorry master, I thought I could."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Murong laughed. "I said a long time ago that it doesn't matter if you win or lose, if you dare to go in, you will already win."

"I'll try." Duan Chenxu raised his head, his eyes full of determination.

PS: I can go home tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday are still two shifts, let me rest for two days, and resume the update next week.