A small Ning's Group, even if it becomes a listed company with a market value of trillions, still cannot be compared with the north.

Ning Canglan said softly: "Your mother has nothing to do in the manor, she has returned to Bianda, and she is still her professor and lecturer, what do you think?" ”

"Mom is happy, I'll accompany Guo'er to the parent-teacher conference in the afternoon."

Ning Bei said his arrangements for the afternoon.

Ning Canglan nodded slightly, now Ning Canglan is also taking over the affairs of the Ning Group, and he can't pull away.

After all, such a large group can't rely on Ning Canglan alone, otherwise people will be tired sooner or later.

Looking at the Ning family manor, there is only one big idler in Ningbei.

But Ning Canglan didn't know that the most important purpose of Ning Bei's return to Ning's house was to recuperate from his injuries, and to prepare for his twentieth birthday and crowning!

Ning Bei did not disclose these things to his family.

Speaking out will only make parents more worried.

As Ning Canglan got up, many things in the group needed to be dealt with.

Ningshi Group has been listed, and its industrial centers are all in Bianjing New District, involving dozens of projects.

Ningbei promised to invest trillions of funds, which is not a small amount of money.

A large amount of hot money poured into Bianjing New Area, and many projects needed to be personally inquired about by Ning Canglan, and the money spent was the cost.

In the future, this cost will not only be recovered, but also profitable!

On the company's books, this trillion funds are the money of the PG Group, and the Ning's Group is only investing on behalf of the company.

Ning Canglan did this for the good of Ningbei, otherwise he would accept so much money from the PG Group, but he was very favored, and Ningbei would be subject to Jos in the future, so it would be troublesome.

But he didn't know that his son only relied on the three words of King Beiliang, which was enough to roar the world.

gave Jos ten guts, and he didn't dare to use this to blackmail Ningbei.

That's all about looking for death!

Wait for Ning Canglan to leave.

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the two old men outside the small courtyard, no longer poured aphrodisiac grass, made a chessboard, and actually started to play chess.

Yuan Tianfeng leaned on the window and muttered: "Big brother, I feel that these two old things are stuck together, and something will happen sooner or later." ”

"They are all old foxes who have become fine, and they can't be seen by peeking at their bottom line."

Ning Bei smiled lightly at the corner of his lips, and pulled a black cloak to wrap himself.

The early morning wind is a little cool.

It stands to reason that with Ning Bei's age and cultivation, the coolness of the morning will not affect him at all.

Ningbei invisibly shows a chilly appearance.

This situation may have something to do with the injuries he suffered.

Ning Bei walked out of the living room and watched the two old men sitting at the stone table, fiddling with Go, Qingyangzi was better, but it was an old man Zhang, who regretted chess at every turn.

Because of this incident, the two old men blew their beards and stared, and they almost did it!

The two of them are over one hundred and fifty years old, and they are like old children.

"Old man Zhang, get up, let me do it!"

Ning Bei was wrapped in a gilded unicorn robe and sat down calmly.

Qingyangzi frowned slightly: "There is an injury in the body of the Northern King?" ”

"Only now?" Ningbei Baihui's left hand, twisted the white chess piece, and fell indifferently.

Qingyangzi said bluntly: "I can vaguely detect it, there is a cold force in the body of the North King, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which is entrenched in the body and does not disperse. ”

"It's your turn!" Ning Bei reminded Qingyangzi that it was time for him to fall.

It's an endgame.

The white son is on the chessboard, across the chessboard like a big dragon, almost pressing the black side, and has no power to fight back.

Qingyangzi has the absolute upper hand, so Old Man Zhang kept repenting of his chess before, otherwise he would have to lose.

Ningbei held the white son and fell indifferently.

provoked Qingyangzi to be stunned!

Playing chess, which is also a kind of practice, can also be regarded as a kind of competition.

Qingyangzi holds the white son, and the white dragon on the chessboard, although it occupies an absolute advantage, the first son of Ke Ningbei falls, like the tip of a knife, on the belly of the big dragon.

The two play chess, each with its own style.

Ningbei's temperament seems to be calm and quiet, but it is like a knife, quite domineering, and it is intended to kill the dragon!

Qingyangzi held the white child, kept falling, and was engrossed, no longer chatting, and had no energy to worry about Ning Bei's injuries.

Ningbei was surprisingly indifferent, and when Qingyangzi Heizi fell, Baizi followed.

Every step of the way, Qingyangzi's face was pale.

Old man Zhang, who watched this scene, was stunned: "The chess momentum has reversed? ”

"When I was in the north, the eldest brother's chess skills were only Chu Lao Er's ability to fight against each other, and the others were vulnerable!"

Yuan Tianfeng rolled his eyes.

The thousand-year-old wizard Beiliang King, this sentence is not called in vain.

Ningbei's talent, if his peers understand it, I am afraid that they will despair.

Right now, on the chessboard, the white dragon is clinging to it, and the black child that was originally blocked slowly formed into a pitch-black knife shape, and the knife is pointed sharply at the white dragon.

Knowing that Ning Bei sat down, the twelfth white seed fell.

At this moment, an invisible momentum formed.

This is the momentum of the overlord sword, which erupts outward, and on the chessboard, the white dragon is cut in half, like a black war knife obliquely inserted into it.

Qingyangzi's face turned pale, the corners of his lips were bleeding, and he suddenly got up and left his seat.

Ning Beitian sat quietly: "Playing chess can also be used as a game, blending martial arts, and it can calm people's hearts!" ”

"Beiwang chess art, far above me!"

Qingyangzi was injured by the general trend of the chess game and no longer dared to look at the chessboard.

On the chessboard, the white son is like a dragon, and the black child is like a knife!

It was a Beiliang saber, pointed by the blade, which could slay dragons and break people's hearts.

In the chess road, there is the king road of Ningbei.

How terrible the cultivation path of Ningbei is, the old man of Beiliang knows best.

The sword he cultivated is above all the ancient martial arts in the world, and the sword of the Northern King is unsheathed, breaking thousands of laws and cutting tens of thousands of people!

This is the sword!

Ning Bei smiled lightly: "It's okay in the morning, let's play the next game!" ”

"Don't dare!" Qingyangzi coaxed his head.

Old man Zhang said, "Get out of the way, let me come." ”

"Baizi first, Luozi Tianyuan, I hold Baizi, let you Heizi first!" As Ningbei, he naturally disdains Old Man Zhang to be the first.

Old man Zhang also took it seriously, pinched the sunspot, and landed at the corner of the chessboard.

Ning Bei fell indifferently, and his thin lips moved slightly: "You know Li Ergou, right?" ”

"I didn't just know each other today!" Old man Zhang replied in an urn voice.

That's a fool!

Ning Bei's eyelids were slightly raised, and his deep eyes were quietly staring at Old Man Zhang.

The invisible gaze made Qingyangzi, who was standing on the side, feel a pressure.

Although the king of the north is young, he must not be bullied!

A young man in white, sitting alone on the top of Liangshan, can town Beiliang millions of unruly children.

The momentum on the body of King Beiliang has been in a high position for a long time, and ordinary people can't bear it at all.

Ning Bei didn't like others and lied in front of him.

Including old fritters like Old Man Zhang!

If there are too many lies, Ningbei's patience will also run out.

Old man Zhang touched his nose and said in an urn voice, "I confirm with him." ”

"Previously part of the same faction?" Ningbei's fingers are white, and they keep falling.