Ji Yuan had thought he would meet Ji Ting again, but he never expected that day to come so soon.
Ji Yuan was only fifteen years old when he left Ji Ting, and he had only founded the J organization ten years prior.
Ji Ting is now fifty years old, and he has been leading the base for more than twenty years.
It wasn't just the difference in military strength that meant Ji Yuan couldn't compare to Ji Ting in terms of manpower.
Looking at the hundreds of fighter jets circling above the base, Ji Yuan understood that Ji Ting was serious this time.
To prevent the J organization from being destroyed, Ji Yuan had to negotiate with Ji Ting.
The heavy iron gate, which was about ten meters high, slowly opened.
Ji Ting, wearing leather shoes, smoking a cigar, and wearing a black overcoat, slowly and deliberately got out of the car.
He looked at the entrance, where only a few special forces soldiers were guarding it, and Ji Yuan was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
She's still holding a grudge against him.
Ji Ting twitched the corner of his lips, his expression unreadable, and walked inside.
He only brought a few people with him, and Jian Yihan was one of them.
As I went in, the door slammed shut.
Ji Ting glanced back, his face darkening.
That was bad enough. Along the way, not a single person saluted him. Everyone was busy with their own things, as if they didn't exist.
However, it is worth mentioning that the base Ji Yuan built in just ten years is much better than the one he built back then.
What displeased Ji Ting was that Ji Yuan had taken in too many poor people.
The poor are parasites; they only hinder the expansion of the base.
When they arrived at the meeting room for the negotiations, Ji Yuan was late. Ji Ting sat in his seat and waited for him for a full hour. Just when he was about to lose his patience, Ji Yuan finally appeared.
Ji Ting hadn't seen Ji Yuan for a long time, and when he saw him come in in a wheelchair, Ji Ting couldn't help but be taken aback.
He stood up from his seat. "Ji Yuan, your leg?"
Ji Yuan glanced at Jian Yihan beside him and said casually, "Thanks to Mr. Ji Ting, this was left behind by the gentleman beside you."
Ji Ting then remembered that Jian Yihan had told him before that Ji Yuan's leg had been injured by him.
He glared at Jian Yihan, who was puzzled, remembering that she had just seen Ji Yuan's leg was perfectly fine.
"No, it was clearly before..."
Ji Yuan said indifferently, "Yes, Mr. Jian brought so many zombies to deal with me. In order to deal with them, I aggravated my old injuries, and there is no possibility that they will ever be fully healed."
Jian Yihan was taken aback by this turn of events. Ji Ting's gaze seemed murderous, and he pursed his lips and lowered his head.
Ji Ting sat for over an hour, but no one came to make tea.
As soon as Ji Yuan arrived, the tea was brewed and served.
But he only gave Ji Yuan one cup.
There was nothing there with Ji Ting.
Ji Yuan sipped his tea nonchalantly: "Mr. Ji Ting's base has all sorts of good things, he certainly wouldn't want to drink my cheap, moldy tea, would he? I won't make Mr. Ji Ting suffer."
He kept referring to Ji Ting as "Mr. Ji Ting".
Ji Ting was furious when he heard this.
But looking at his leg, he calmed down.
"You injured your leg while saving that zombie?"
"The tea is a bit hot, go and change it."
Ji Yuan seemed not to have heard Ji Ting's words. After handing the tea to his assistant, he glanced at the potted plant on the side and frowned again.
"How did you take care of this money tree? Don't you know that money trees carry good fortune? Now it's all turning yellow. Do you want me to fire you?"
The assistant handed the teacup to the secretary and said with a puzzled look, "Professor, it's a bit strange. This money tree was fine an hour ago, but I don't know what happened, it suddenly turned yellow."
Upon hearing this, Ji Yuan nodded, "They probably encountered something bad."
As he spoke, he looked up at Ji Ting, whose face was pale. "Oh, by the way, what did Mr. Ji Ting say to me just now?"
Ji Ting's face almost turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Ji Yuan was openly and subtly mocking him as a bad person.
If it weren't for the fact that he was his son, he would have killed him long ago!
"I was asking what exactly that zombie was..." What's going on?
Before Ji Ting could finish speaking, Ji Yuan looked at another spot and became dissatisfied again.
"How did you clean that glass? It's covered in dust! Go and clean it right now!"
The assistant nodded: "Okay, Professor, I'll have someone come and clean it right away."
A moment later, four or five cleaners carrying tools walked in aggressively and began cleaning.
During this time, the water stains on their rags almost splashed onto Ji Ting several times.
As for Jian Yihan and the others, their shoes and trouser legs were completely soaked from being mopped.
Ji Ting was furious. He stood up, about to slam his fist on the table and vent his anger, when a cleaner came over with a rag to wipe the table.
"Sir, please move aside."
Ji Ting felt a lump in his throat, unable to exhale or swallow it, and he almost died of anger.
It was an hour later when all of this was done.
Ji Ting's mouth was so dry it felt like it was on fire. He glared at Ji Yuan with a cold face and said, "Ji Yuan, have you made enough of a scene?"
Ji Yuan's lips curled into a smile. "That's not enough."
Ji Ting choked for a moment, then gritted his teeth and continued, "What exactly is your relationship with that zombie?"
"Of course, it's about the relationship between humans and zombies."
This guy, how did his mouth become so sharp?
Ji Ting was so angry that he almost pinched his philtrum. He pinched his brow, suppressing his anger again and again.
"Hand her over, and I'll have the fighter jets outside withdraw!"
"Heh." Ji Yuan laughed, and just as he started laughing, a dozen special forces soldiers rushed in, pointing their guns at their heads.
Ji Ting was stunned. "Ji Yuan, what are you doing?"
"You've come to me yourselves, why are you asking me? Can't you see?" Ji Yuan smiled broadly. "Of course, it's to use the emperor to command the feudal lords."
Ji Ting never expected that his rebellious son, Ji Yuan, would dare to scheme against him like this.
If it weren't for his injured leg, Ji Ting would definitely have taught him a lesson!
But the next moment, Ji Ting was stunned when he saw Ji Yuan stand up.
Ji Yuan explained in a serious tone: "Oh, I forgot to tell Mr. Ji Ting that my leg is sometimes good and sometimes bad. It broke because I saw you guys being too arrogant. Now that I see you all in such a sorry state, it's fine."
Ji Ting: (▼皿▼#)
"Tie them all up. Oh, and gag the oldest one. Confiscate all his belongings and lock them in separate cells. I'll see them when I'm in a better mood."
The eldest, Ji Ting: Ah, Ji Yuan, you unfilial son!!!
When Ji Yuan returned, Nan Zhi was learning to write.
Ji Yuan searched for elementary school courses for her, and she is studying them.
Upon seeing Ji Yuan, she ran over and hung herself around his waist.
"Studying is so boring, I don't want to study anymore."
Ji Yuan supported her hips: "So what do you want to do now?"
Nanzhi stared straight at him, "I want to kiss the professor."
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