“Lin Mo, the Wanxiang Tongbao of the Wanxiang Kingdom has really started to depreciate in value, and the price of emerald coins has started to rise wildly.”
Zhao Nan Yue hurriedly entered the room and found the Lin Mo that was pawned behind the papers.
“Elder Zhao, how are the wealthy merchants gathering?”
Lin Mo’s slender figure stood up from his chair and stretched out with a tired body.
Recently, he and Wang Laosan had been staying up all night and working overnight every day.
Finally, the direction that the entire Martial Union needed to develop had been drawn up.
The next details as well as the operation would not require the duo to worry so much.
“I’ve already found over twenty wealthy merchants, each with a hundred million or more jade coins in their hands.”
“And I’ve found someone to check the information of their ancestors’ three generations, all of them are people with clean backgrounds and have not done much good deeds in their daily lives.”
“Good, Old Zhao you tell them to come and gather at the Martial Alliance.”
Lin Mo picked up a flaxen coat jacket and draped it over his body.
In a thunderous manner, he led Zhao Nan Yue to the meeting room on the ground floor.
In just a few minutes, an old man dressed in a red Tang suit walked in.
“This is Old Mr. Ji, the old family head of the Ji family in South Vietnam Province, highly respected.”
“Old Mr. Ji is in good health, and at a glance, he is going to live to be a seventh generation man.”
“Hahahaha, Taishan amba*sador Liao praised, I will be satisfied if I can live to ninety-nine.”
The old man looked at the two of them with a red face, his heart filled with joy.
This Taishan envoy was a medical saint, and he had said that he was in good health.
It seemed that his old bones could really survive for a few more decades.
The old man had come here not for money or fame, but simply to answer Zhao Nan Yue’s call.
But no one didn’t like compliments from others, let alone being a tarzan making Lin Mo.
“Brother Zhao, the moment you called me this time I came non-stop with all the emerald coins in my family.”
“If you don’t bring out your treasured good wine this time back, I’ll cry and hang myself.”
Zhao Nan Yue and the old man sat chatting together with smiles on their faces.
Although the Ji family could only be considered a middle-cla*s family in South Vietnam Province.
But the old man was known for his generosity and kind-heartedness.
Every year, he would give out a large amount of money to support the children of some poor families.
Most of those children grew up and joined the Ji family by virtue of their strength.
All of them are working together, and the Ji family is gradually moving upwards.
Zhao Nan Yue is also a proud man and met the old man during a chance encounter.
The two old codgers have become good friends as well as detractors.
“Just you old man want to drink my treasured old wine too, be careful I’ll go and eat your seat after you finish drinking it.”
As the two of them talked and laughed, a laugh sounded outside the door once again.
“The treasured old wine? This junior would also like to often.”
A middle-aged man dressed in casual clothes walked in, a wealthy man at first glance.
Some slightly balding hair as well as a stout stomach, tiny eyes underneath as well as a smiling expression.
“Little Fatty Liu, you actually came so early this time?”
Zhao Nan Yue and the old man looked at the middle-aged man with astonished gazes.
One had to know that in the past whenever they had organised any kind of activity, this guy had always been the last to arrive.
A smile appeared on the balding man’s chubby face as he gave a slight salute to Lin Mo before he said.
“I heard that Mr. Taishan Amba*sador Lin was also here this time, so how come I didn’t dare to be late.”
“You fellow, were you late before because the belt in my old Ji’s hand didn’t hurt?”
The old man’s face was furious and he was directly about to whip the belt around his waist, scaring the balding man immediately.
“Uncle Ji, Mr. Lin is still watching, give my nephew a face.”