Jin Yong took a deep breath, calmed down his anxious mood, and gently pushed open the door of the box.
The box is filled with the aroma of tea and the furnishings are elegant.
However, as Jin Yong looked, there was only one person sitting at the huge eight-immortal table - it was the person he least wanted to see in front of "Huang Yi" at the moment, Kobayashi Tenwang!
Lin Huowang, wearing a well-tailored dark suit, sat calmly in the main seat, playing with an exquisite purple clay cup in his hand.
Seeing Jin Yong come in, he slowly raised his head, a deep and calm smile on his face, and bowed slightly, saying, "Mr. Cha, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person."
The anticipation and joy on Jin Yong's face froze in an instant, and were then replaced by a feeling of shame and anger at being fooled.
He looked around and there was no third person in the box!
A surge of anger shot up into his head, but he suppressed it, his voice filled with obvious displeasure as he demanded, "Mr. Xiao Lin! Gao Qiaohao clearly agreed to arrange a private meeting between me and Mr. Huang Yi!
Why are you here? Where's Mr. Huang Yi? Hasn't he arrived yet? Or perhaps Xiao Linsheng never intended for Huang Yi to meet me?"
After he said that, he subconsciously glanced towards the door again.
The smile on Lin Huowang's face did not change at all, and even became a little more relaxed.
After putting down the teacup, he clasped his hands together again and said to Jin Yong clearly, each word:
"Mr. Jin, please be patient."
"It is precisely I who am incompetent."
"Huang Yi—here."
The two words "here" were like a light thunder, exploding in Jin Yong's ears!
Jin Yong felt as if he had been electrocuted. He froze at the doorway, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the blood drained from his face, leaving only disbelief and astonishment.
He stared straight at Lin Huowang's youthful yet unfathomable face. His mind raced like a hurricane, countless fragments of clues churning, colliding, and piecing together – the groundbreaking conception of "A Step into the Past," his intimate knowledge of Qin history, his breakthrough in the boundaries of martial arts, his bizarre and beautiful literary style…
Furthermore, the Asia Daily strictly guarded Huang Yi's identity, remained unshaken in the face of the sky-high remuneration offered by Huang Yi and the temptation of the Ming Pao platform, and even offered 20% of its shares in response... Everything suddenly had an absurd yet extremely reasonable explanation!
“So…I see!”
Jin Yong slapped his forehead suddenly, making a crisp sound. His face was filled with great regret and self-mockery after suddenly realizing the truth. "You are Huang Yi! I... I should have thought of it earlier! I should have thought of it earlier!
If it weren't for this, how could I have offered such conditions, made such promises, and even risked being accused of using my power to bully others? How could I... How could I not have been able to dig out Huang Yi! "
He pointed at Lin Huowang, his voice trembling with emotion, and carrying a hint of bitter accusation:
"Xiao Linsheng! What a Xiao Lin whirlwind! Mr. Huang Yi! You've... screwed me so hard!"
Inside the box, the aroma of tea still lingered, but there was also a strange atmosphere of things settling down yet still experiencing unexpected twists and turns.
Jin Yong looked at the young man in front of him who was a newspaper magnate, a real estate tycoon, and a mysterious genius writer, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
The storm in the Jardine Matheson board of directors had not yet begun, but Jin Yong himself had already tasted the feeling of being completely "calculated" and "shocked" by the young man in front of him in this small tea room box.
Lin Huowang just maintained that calm smile, as if everything was under control. He raised his hand and gestured to the seat opposite him:
"Mr. Cha, please take a seat. The tea is just right."
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