“Please sit down!”
After getting up, Ding Liang Zhu sat straight down before the stone table, a mysterious smile, if any, surfacing on his face.
“Why Little Brother Wen Qiang, are you surprised?”
“Originally, I thought I couldn’t hide my concealment from your intelligence system?”
Wen Qiang also did not have the slightest stage fright directly sat down opposite to Ding Liangzhu, picked up his gla*s of wine and poured it out by himself.
Xia Lan on the side with worry was about to stop it, while Wen Qiang had already tilted his head and drank it all in one gulp.
“Tsk, tsk, not bad, the wine is good!”
“I never thought I would be able to taste the Red Sleeve Pavilion’s Fairy Brew in my lifetime, it’s a blessing.”
“Thank you, Pavilion Master Ding, for your hospitality!”
He did not take the other party’s dark mocking intentions to heart.
Ding Liang Zhu had a powerful family as support now, while he himself had developed by his own strength, the two were not comparable at all.
And the main thing was that the other party was all the age of his own uncle’s generation.
He was still young!
Ding Liangzhu froze, and then smiled dumbly, “No wonder China has been able to rule for a long time and always flourish.”
“With young people as smart and capable as you holding up the fort, the country of China will prosper for another century at the very least.”
He did not look away from Wen Qiang, but rather attached considerable importance to him.
With a few words, he was able to deduce his identity.
This young man was indeed not simple.
As for Wen Qiang at this moment, although he was calm on the surface, a hint of panic had appeared in his heart.
What he was most worried about was that the other party already knew his true identity.
The Ding family’s strongest point was not his combat power, but its desperate intelligence capability.
Three thousand red sleeves fall to the mortal dust, sitting alone in a secluded room to know the world!
This was the description of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, although it was somewhat exaggerated, it also reflected the terrifying intelligence capability of the Red Sleeve Pavilion.
It was not an exaggeration to say that there might be a spy of Ding Liangzhu in the harem of the Two Million Elephant Kingdom.
“I wonder what is the matter that Pavilion Master Ding is looking for junior?”
Wen Qiang asked tentatively.
Ding Liang Zhu also did not beat around the bush, a simple conversation had already tested Wen Qiang’s ability, so there was no need to hide it.
“I want to ask little brother to do me two favours!”
The gla*s of wine that Wen Qiang was just about to put into his mouth suddenly gave a lurch and raised his eyebrows to look at the other party, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Payment!”
Such straightforward words, instead, drew a loud laugh from the topper.
“Straightforward man, I like it!
It’s just that it’s too much to say remuneration, we help each other help each other!”
After saying this he reached out and dipped his hand into the wine and quickly wrote on the stone table.
Although there was only one word, Wen Qiang’s face suddenly turned gloomy.
“Pavilion Master Ding, we are all intelligent people, doesn’t this threatening tactic seem a little too childish.”
Fear what comes.
This Pavilion Master Ding really did know his true identity.
Thinking of this, Wen Qiang’s heart could not help but derive a murderous intent.
On the opposite side, the dead bit of ghost servant carried the palanquin calmly to Ding Liang Zhu’s side, his calm gaze staring deadly at Wen Qiang.
Only the person in question, Ding Liang Zhu, did not care, instead waving his hand for a few people to stand down.
“Little brother Wen Qiang is overly concerned.”
“Since I took the initiative to seek you out, revealing my identity is a sincere cooperation.”
“If your family needs help in the future, I can secretly provide a helping hand.
This is my sincerity.”
After saying this, he pointed to the large blurred letters on the stone table.
This was a favour!
“In addition, I received news not long ago that the elixir His Majesty the King is taking came from the hand of Lin Mo.”
Regarding this news, Wen Qiang wasn’t too bothered about it.
With the Prince’s relationship with Lin Mo, anyone with a brain could deduce this matter.
To this point Ding Liang Zhu naturally had a number in mind, yet when he finished, Mo smiled.
“What if I said that Lin Mo could completely cure Jiayuan I!”