With the old gentleman's words, what else do you have to worry about?

Hongmen has been rebelling for more than 200 years, and in real terms, people can be ancestors in the espionage industry.

Dealing with An Zhirong's stupid white sweet is like playing.

The code words, incisions, secret seals, and tea arrays used in Hongmen's previous joints made Fang Buwei a little dizzy, which also showed more about the professionalism of people in this industry.

Fang Buwei dared to guarantee that as long as he was in New York, An Zhirong would not even be able to send a phone call or a telegram, and he would not even know that he was under the control of others all the time.

"Thank you, uncle!" Fang Bu made a gesture for standing up.

The old gentleman didn't speak, just waved his hand.

There were still guests waiting in the hall, and it was not time to speak, so Fang Buwei picked up the old gentleman and went back to the inner hall together.

An Zhirong sat quietly beside An Qin, and when he saw Fang Buwei, he secretly glared at him.

This one was full of coquettishness.

Fang Bu was secretly surprised to see it.

What strange creatures are women?

Just now, I still wanted to tear a piece of flesh off my body......

Also, how did she explain to An Qin that her eyes were swollen like light bulbs?

Curiosity is curiosity, Fang Buwei but he will not deliberately die, he deliberately went around a little farther and sat at the door.

"Brother Jiu, your position is not here!" A middle-aged man with glasses and politeness said with a smile.

Sitting in the hall are the masters of each hall, the masters within ten rows. Although Fang Buwei has a high ranking, he is a newcomer in the end, and he can't be called "brother" and he can't find the north.

"Don't dare to be, just call your junior brother!" Fang Buwei said humbly.

He still doesn't know where his seat is?

An Zhirong didn't hide it at all, those two eyes kept aiming at his body as if he had lost a hidden weapon, really An Qin's eyes were blind?

As soon as the words fell, Fang Buwei heard Zhang Yonghe's voice again: "Lao Jiu, come and sit here!" ”

Fang Buwei sighed helplessly, got up and hugged his fists, and arrived at Zhang Yonghe's table.

The mountain lord and the sitting hall sat next to Keqing, and the table was full of Xingyi's uncle.

Fang Buwei said hello one by one, and when it was Gao Zhensheng's turn, Gao Zhensheng just snorted coldly with his nose.

Fang Buwei is becoming more and more strange.

The attitude is worse than when I first met myself.

"Do you know why your sixth brother doesn't like you?" Zhang Yonghe held the wine jug and poured a glass for Fang Buwei with a smile.

Fang Buwei took it with both hands, without even a pause in the middle, and raised it in front of Gao Zhensheng: "Please also ask the sixth brother for advice!" ”

Zhang Yonghe has talked about this, and Fang Bu doesn't understand anything.

But casually, there was a chuckle when the table was closed.

Looking at Gao Zhensheng again, although he took the wine glass, there was a little unnaturalness on his face.

He didn't expect Fang Bu to be so cool.

Zhang Yonghe pressed Fang Buwei's shoulder and made him sit down: "Are you going to make you apologize?" ”

Fang is not confused.

Isn't that what it means?

Li Zaiyi hugged Fang Buwei's shoulders and said gloatingly: "Sixth brother sits in the main hall all the year round, and he is not as free as you and my brother, so he has long wanted to move his nest." I thought I was waiting for you to take over, but I knew that your kid was as cunning as a ghost, and he didn't accept it......"

As he spoke, he pointed to the table on the other side of the main table: "See, that table only sits on flower arrangements and red cloths, and there is no waiting for the uncle, it is the ...... specially prepared by the mountain master for the sixth brother."

Fang Buwei suddenly realized.

No wonder Gao Zhensheng was so angry when he said that he wanted to do the third constant?

It's no wonder that Mr. Situ didn't excuse himself, and he didn't have the intention of discussing with other leaders, so he directly agreed to ascend to the altar.

But why didn't Yu Erjun remind himself at that time?

Knowing that they are definitely going to return to China, what do these two old men think?

Fortunately, I kept an eye on it.

Rather be the constant wait of the third line, rather than be the original deacon, Fang is not empathy, if he is Gao Zhensheng, he will definitely choose this way.

The Qing Dynasty died, and Hongmen did not have to rebel, and the importance of the military department plummeted, far less than the scenery of Heng Hou who served as Situ Meitang's business assistant.

But the position of deacon is also indispensable, if Gao Zhensheng wants to step down, he must have a candidate with high enough force and strong ability to take over.

Fang Buwei drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and lit the bottom of the cup to Gao Zhensheng: "Please don't blame the sixth brother, my younger brother is indeed ...... not able to get out."

"How could he blame you?" Zhang Yonghe laughed and said, "He originally wanted to go down the slope, but you didn't take it...... He's pretending to be angry......"

Gao Zhensheng smiled unnaturally, picked up the wine glass and drank it dry.

"Senior Brother Qi studied under Senior Uncle Han?" Gao Zhenlong took the initiative to pour Fang Buwei full of wine.

Fang Buwei paused for a moment and looked at Gao Zhensheng fixedly.

"Family teacher Fu Rongsheng, presumably the junior brother should know ......"

Fang Buwei's hand is almost a subject.

Are they really brothers?

Fu Rongsheng is Fu Jianqiu, Li Cunyi's disciple, and the tiger-headed Shaobao Sun Lutang, and the iron-footed Buddha Shang Yunxiang.

If it weren't for him, Wudang Taijiquan would have been lost.

"So it's really a senior brother?" Fang Buwei raised his glass again.

Gao Zhensheng talked about the past, and he didn't listen to it with relish.

He started relatively early, Fu Jianqiu was a bodyguard for Zhang Dashuai, and when he was also a martial arts instructor in the Northeast Martial Arts Hall, he followed as an assistant.

In 28, Zhang Dashuai was killed by the Japanese, Fu Jianqiu was transferred to Shanghai, opened a museum to teach apprentices, and Gao Zhensheng returned to his hometown in Guangdong.

The following year, Gao Zhensheng went to the United States with his brother, entered Anliangtang by mistake, became a red stick in the 30s, and became a deacon in the second year, and it has been almost five years now.

"It's not as dirty as the fifth brother said, the senior brother seems to be deliberately luring you into the bait......" Gao Zhensheng explained again, "I am a human being, I am not good at words, and I am not good at business...... But my parents were old and didn't want to leave their homeland for a long time, so I thought about going back to serve for a few years......"

Fang Buwei estimated that Gao Zhensheng did not tell a lie.

Although the contact time is not long, seeing Gao Zhensheng go straight to the point, he can see from his face that he is happy and angry, and he doesn't look like a good talker, and he is not suitable for business at all.

But he will only think about this in his heart, and he will definitely not say it.

Fang is not for the wine to the glass, it is very bold, and the atmosphere in the banquet is very harmonious.

But halfway through the drink, Fang Buwei realized that something was wrong.

Zhang Yonghe glanced behind him from time to time, and then looked at himself with a smile.

He subconsciously turned his head and met An Zhirong's gaze.

Fang Buwei narrowed his eyes and glared at An Zhirong as if warning.

This idiot, don't you know how to cover it up?