The person sitting on the chair was none other than the old man Yan Murong met when he was teaching Zhao Chen to take a horse in a street park. Moreover, the sign in his hand was also given to him by this old man.

"Take it, maybe it will save your life." Yan Murong only now understood the meaning of this old man's words.

Only now did Yan Murong understand that this old man, who looked like a retired old man, was actually one of the founders of Longteng.

"Surprised?" The old man looked at Yan Murong and chuckled.

"It was quite unexpected." Except for the slight surprise when he first saw the old man, Yan Murong quickly came back to his senses, and sat directly on the chair opposite without any restraint, grabbed the teapot and teacup on the table, poured himself a full cup of tea, and poured it down in one go.

"Huang Weizhong's bastard is so hateful." Wiping a handful of water stains from the corners of his mouth, Yan Murong complained and said. "I always give a box lunch for dinner, and I only drink a bottle of mineral water, it's too stingy, and I won't go to that place in the future."

"Bastard, do you drink tea like that?"

Seeing Yan Murong pouring tea as if he was drinking boiled water, the old man exclaimed with a distressed face. "I finally got some big red robes from your grandfather, and you just gave me Lang fee."

"Huh? This is the tea my grandfather gave you? Yan Murong asked strangely.

"You think everyone is as stingy as you?" The old man snorted in distress. "You don't know how to use it to give you a brand, and I have to find someone to rescue you - hmph, if it weren't for the fact that you kid is still a good tool, Lao Yan gave me a few catties of tea, and I wouldn't have the heart to care about you."

“——”

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, feeling that he could come out, but he still entrusted the old man with a few catties of tea.

If you have to count it like this, the old man's tea is issued by the state every year, and he doesn't need to spend money - take the tea for himself, this is a sure profit, but the problem is that if you calculate it like this, you are not worth anything.

"Alright, little one, I'm not going to go around with you." The old man put on a serious face, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I ask you, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know." Yan Murong also restrained his thoughts, shook his head and said. "I'm sure, though, that you're one of the founders of Dragon."

"Not bad." The old man nodded and said. "If you haven't figured it out at this time, I'm a little skeptical of your IQ."

“——”

Yan Murong was speechless, he finally believed in the phrase "women are fickle" now. Moreover, this sentence can be used not only for women, but also for men. This old man was not like this when I first met him in the park - you see, how kind he was then, just like the old man next door, how can he hurt his self-esteem when he opens his mouth now?

"Your old name?" Yan Murong changed the topic, not wanting to discuss IQ with him.

"King Kong." The old man said loudly.

"Uh-" Yan Murong almost choked to death from his own saliva, glanced at the old man with a strange expression, and said. "It's—good, what a domineering name."

Vajra? Isn't that the name of a gorilla?

But after thinking about it, Yan Murong was also relieved. You see, that gorilla is so powerful, he can climb to the highest building in the world and hit ~ airplanes, and he is so domineering. Since this old man is the founder of Longteng, it is not a big deal that his name is domineering.

"I know what you're thinking, just laugh if you want to." Old Man Jin looked at Yan Murong's somewhat awkward face, and explained angrily. "Jinmu, water, fire, and earth, we five old guys used these five lines to give their names, who the knew that those American devils would make a gorilla."

Hearing Old Man Jin complaining there like a child, Yan Murong couldn't hold back any longer, hugged his stomach and smiled and leaned back and forth.

"Kim—old man."

After laughing enough, Yan Murong wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and asked. "And what are the other old men called?"

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, of course, are all surnamed by these five elements." Old Man Jin spoke slowly. "My name is King Kong, and the others are Mu Lin, Water Eagle, Fire Flame, and Earth Fall."

"Is this a code name?" Yan Murong looked surprised, and laughed secretly in his heart—these names are really tasteless.

"Yes, it's our code name." Old Man Jin nodded and said.

"That-" Yan Murong hesitated a little, and swallowed back the words when they came to his lips.

"Are you trying to ask my real name?" Old Man Jin looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face, and after a while, he shook his head and said. "I forgot."

"What about the other old men?" Yan Murong didn't ask much, and quickly changed the topic.

"How many others?" Old Man Jin smiled before he said. "Those old ghosts died in battle, cremated and cremated, and now I am the only one left."

Speaking of this, Old Man Jin changed his words, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Do you know why I'm seeing you?"

"I don't know." Yan Murong shook his head honestly.

"I'm going to take back that sign." Old Man Jin said.

"Take back the sign?" Yan Murong was taken aback, and then tightly covered her pockets like a beautiful woman, and said with a vigilant face. "Old man, let's not bring such a - I've tried it all, that brand is not real gold, you don't have to be so stingy, right?"

"Am I stingy?" Old Man Jin said dissatisfiedly. "If I were stingy, I wouldn't give it to you."

"And you're going to take it back?" Yan Murong's hand covering his pocket tightened. "As the saying goes, the brand that was sent out spilled the water, and you sent it all, so there is no reason to go back."

"You want this brand?"

"I want to."

"Why?"

"Because—" Yan Murong hesitated for a moment before saying. "Because this brand can save lives."

"Okay." Old Man Jin nodded and said. "If you want a brand, you can - according to your principle of doing things, you should take out the corresponding chips to exchange with me."

"Still want to change?" Yan Murong looked puzzled. "What do you want? - But I said in advance, what you want must be what I have, and besides, I don't have money to ask for, and I don't have the habit of taking money to buy officials. ”

"Stinky boy, what do you think of my Longteng?" Old Man Jin was furious, blew his beard and glared at Yan Murong, and said. "What I want, you must have it."

"Then you always say it directly." Yan Murong said depressedly.

"I want the "Green Capsule Sutra". Old Man Jin was not verbose, and said directly.

"Y-what do you want?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, seriously suspecting that something was wrong with his ears.

"I want the "Green Capsule Sutra". Old Man Jin repeated with a serious face. "Moreover, what I want is the complete "Green Capsule Sutra", not half of the book in your hand."