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Jomo lay down on the couch weakly, looking extremely lonely.

Because he was in his private villa, he only wore a one-piece checked pajamas, his eyes were puffy, his hair was fluffy and messy, and his face was full of scum, like a drunkard who had not cleaned up for more than half a month, and his will was depressed.

The defeat of the alliance has already spread in the game, and it has long been passed into the ears of the old man and his eldest brother, just yesterday, his eldest brother and the old man have given him an ultimatum, limiting him to hand over the guild within three days, and hand over the position of president to the third uncle who has been holding him back in the game!

Don't look at Qiao Mo has always been the actual leader of the world, but the ownership of the guild is family, when the guild was integrated, it was completely dependent on family funding, although Qiao Mo also has a lot of private assets, but it is impossible to integrate so many small and medium-sized guilds by himself.

The last big defeat was tantamount to a fuse, and soon Qiao Mo's eldest brother completely tore his face, and even the old man had completely given up on him.

Although the old man did not come forward in person, when he learned the news, he ran outside the old man's residence and tried to plead with the old man, but was ruthlessly told by the housekeeper that the old man did not want to see him, and he did not want to see him now, nor did he want to in the future, so he only told him to do it himself.

"No, I can't just sit still, the guild is now my only reliance, fortunately, most of the members in the guild are still supporting me, the people's hearts, as long as I can have enough funds to make up for the family's previous investment, then even if they are still stubborn and refuse to hand over the ownership of the abusive world, it's a big deal that I will pull someone to build another one!" Jonmer gritted his teeth. "But my current financial resources are simply not enough to fill such a big gap, and it is estimated that no one is willing to lend me such a huge amount of money in the current situation, unless, unless someone is willing to invest ......"

I saw Qiao Mo's eyes light up, and the best candidate suddenly appeared in his mind: "By the way, isn't the Meng family's business in the game very big at the moment, and they don't have their own guild, if I am willing to join them, I don't know if they are willing to accept this ripe fruit?" ”

As soon as he thought of this, Qiao Mo immediately dialed a number of his subordinates: "Lao Wang, help me prepare the car immediately, I haven't visited Grandpa Meng for a long time, and I will go to visit his old man in person in a while." ”

…………………… Purple Jade Villa.

When Qiao Mo explained his intention to the housekeeper Fu Bo, soon, the old man Meng Qian passed the word and asked Fu Bo to take Qiao Mo to the study upstairs for a short rest, and he would come over immediately.

Anyway, Qiao Mo is also the second son of the Qiao family, he came to visit Old Man Meng, and Meng Qian had no reason to turn him away.

Meng Qian's study is chic and quiet, antique, with many neatly arranged landscape paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, traditional heavy Chinese furniture, and musk burning on the table.

After staying in such an elegant environment for a while, even Qiao Mo, who was worried in his heart, only felt that his emotions were calmer a lot, which was worthy of Old Man Meng's study.

However, just as Qiao Mo was trying to close his eyes and rest for a while to relieve the fatigue he had been tired for a few days, he heard the sound of pushing the door, and Meng Qian, who was dressed in a home Tang suit, had already walked in.

"Grandpa Meng!" Qiao Mo hurriedly got up and walked up quickly: "I haven't come to see Grandpa Meng for a long time, I didn't expect Grandpa Meng to still be as beautiful as he was back then, and he should be old and strong, if I reach Grandpa Meng's age in the future, my body is still half as good as yours, then I will have nothing else to ask for." ”

Qiao Mo quickly ran in front of Meng Qian, his face was full of respect for the elders, and the sycophants were also extremely smooth.

"It's Jomo, haven't you been busy developing the game business recently, how can you have time to come and see me, an old man." Meng Qian stretched out his hand and shook it with Qiao Mo. "By the way, your grandfather is in good health, I remember that he and I should be about the same age, recalling the time when we fought hard and competed outside together, it was really a prosperous time, but unfortunately, the years are fleeting, we have all become gray-haired old men, and now we are all the world of your young people."

"Where, Grandpa Meng is old and strong, if you still go out to compete with us little guys now, then we are afraid that it will be difficult to even eat a full meal!" Qiao Mo smiled cautiously. "Grandpa Meng, I brought you a small gift this time, please smile."

I saw Qiao Mo pick up a pair of calligraphy and paintings that had been prepared a long time ago, and spread them on the desk: "Grandpa Meng, this is a picture of a horse that I got from a calligraphy and painting collector a few days ago, I am a layman, I don't know its value, but I see that the horse on this painting is lifelike, galloping like thunder, as if it is about to break through the painting paper and gallop out, this will be brought for you to appreciate Grandpa Meng." ”

Qiao Mo knew that most of the landscape paintings on the wall of this study were from Meng Qian's brush, and after the former giant retired, he was contaminated with the hobby of calligraphy and painting, and he was prescribing the right medicine.

"Oh? Then let the old man take a look, what kind of painting is it, and he can actually get such praise from your nephew. As expected, Meng Qian really became interested, and saw him crouch down in front of the desk and look at it from top to bottom, his expression was extremely serious, and he immediately threw himself in.

In this process, Qiao Mo never dared to make a sound, and he did not move half a step even as time passed.

It wasn't until 10 minutes later that Meng Qian, who had finished appreciating the scroll, straightened up, "Yes, this painting is strong, the lines are smooth, and I have grasped the demeanor of the horse running like the wind, it is magnificent, and it is a rare treasure." ”

"People are old, and their bodies are not as good as before, and they have back pain after just a while, so it's useless." Meng Qian said as he thumped his back.

"It's good if Grandpa Meng likes it, come, Grandpa Meng, I'll help you rest for a while." Qiao Mo's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly helped Meng Qian to the sofa: "This kind of elegant thing is also ruined in the hands of a rough person like my nephew, and only Grandpa Meng is the most qualified to be his master." ”

"Hehe, the virtuous nephew has won the award, and he just has a hobby in his spare time, so there is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity." Meng Qian lay on his back on the sofa. "By the way, virtuous nephew, you are definitely not just here to give paintings to the old man, right?"

Meng Qian is so sophisticated, he can naturally see that Qiao Mo will not come to visit him for no reason.

(To be continued)