One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He leaned forward slightly, staring into Wang Ai's eyes, and finally threw out the bait:

"For example, I heard that Mr. Wang's great-grandson was injured before?"

Ivanov snapped his fingers.

One of his bodyguards immediately stepped forward and took out a glass test tube, no bigger than a thumb, from his briefcase.

The test tube contained a viscous liquid that emitted a faint green fluorescence.

"This is our association's latest 'Life Essence'. No need for meditation or qi cultivation, just one drop is enough to completely heal a broken bone within half a day."

Ivanov leaned back in his chair, his tone full of boastfulness:

"That's the charm of combining science and magic. It's much more efficient than your slow-moving Chinese herbal medicine, isn't it?"

Wang Ai glanced at the tube of green liquid, her eyes flickering.

Although he was wary of this Western contraption, he outwardly showed an expression of amazement.

"It really is good stuff."

Wang Ai gave a thumbs up, then changed the subject and got to the main point:

“Mr. Ivan, since we are both straightforward people, I will not beat around the bush.”

“My Wang family can fully support your association’s market access in China. I can even vote in favor of you at the Ten Elders Conference.”

Wang Ai lowered her voice, like a middleman selling shoddy goods:

"In exchange, I need your association's technical support, and... to help me suppress someone at this international conference."

"Suppressing someone?"

Ivanov laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke.

"Mr. Wang, as far as I know, you are one of the top ten most important figures in China."

Is there any enemy in this country that you cannot defeat? Do you need the help of us Europeans?

Wang Ai's old face stiffened slightly, but he quickly covered it up with the gesture of drinking tea.

"This person is rather special."

Wang Ai put down his teacup and began his meticulously planned "blame-shifting drama".

"This man's name is Zhang Tianyi. Relying on his seniority, he acts extremely arrogantly and domineeringly."

Wang Ai sighed, looking as if she were deeply concerned about the country and its people:

“He doesn’t follow the rules or abide by the law. He not only forcibly seized the resources of our various families, but he also doesn’t even respect Chairman Zhao Fangxu.”

"Zhao Fangxu actually invited him to oversee this meeting. I'm worried that this madman might not understand diplomatic etiquette and offend the distinguished guests from overseas, thus ruining the overall cooperation between our two countries."

Wang Ai's words were very clever.

He made no mention of how terrifying Zhang Tianyi's fighting skills were.

Zhang Tianyi was simply portrayed as an unreasonable, trouble-making, and rule-breaking troublemaker.

He knew all too well the arrogance that was ingrained in those foreigners.

With just a little provocation, these arrogant foreigners will definitely be tempted to test the waters.

really.

After hearing this, Ivanov gave a disdainful sneer.

"Zhang Tianyi? Never heard of him."

Ivanov picked up his cane again, twirled it twice in his hand, and spoke arrogantly:

"Mr. Wang, your concerns are completely unnecessary."

"Our delegation from Great Britain and the European Union has come with full confidence this time. We have the pinnacle of alchemy and the most outstanding superhumans."

Ivanov stood up and looked down at Wang Ai.

“If any ignorant native dares to provoke us at the meeting, I wouldn’t mind giving him a lesson he’ll never forget.”

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Wang."

Ivanov extended his hand, which was wearing a white glove.

"Pleasant to work with."

Wang Ai smiled and shook it.

After Ivanov and his entourage left the courtyard, got into their car, and drove away.

Wang Bing, who hadn't dared to interrupt until now, finally came over.

"Great-grandfather, are these foreign devils really capable? He's the kind of guy who can even eat heavenly tribulations!"

Wang Bing still feels weak in the knees when he recalls the fear of having his car keys thrown downstairs at headquarters.

Does it matter whether it works or not?

Wang Ai's smile vanished, and she casually tossed the handkerchief she had just shaken into the trash can.

He looked toward the gate and let out a chilling laugh.

"I'd love for those foreign devils to provoke him."

Wang Ai, leaning on her cane, slowly walked towards the inner hall.

"Given his temper... haha, what if he beats a foreigner to death..."

Wang Ai stopped and glanced back at Wang Bing, her eyes full of calculation:

"Then Zhang Tianyi has stirred up an international hornet's nest! At that time, without us even having to lift a finger, the entire overseas community of supernatural beings will treat him as a public enemy."

"This is called dog fighting, all mixed up."

"Our Wang family has a long way to go!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bing's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up:

"Grandpa! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Chapter 231 International High-Level Game? I, Daoist Master, will kick the door open!

A top-tier luxury hotel in Beijing.

Tonight, the entire hotel has been booked by Na Du Tong.

The security level was raised to the highest level.

From the underground parking garage to the elevator entrance, and even the ventilation ducts in the kitchen, there are skilled employees wearing headsets.

There was a guard every five steps and a sentry every ten steps, so that not even a fly that hadn't scanned the pupil information could fly into the main venue.

In the banquet hall, crystal chandeliers cast a soft, warm light.

The long, narrow buffet tables were laden with a variety of exquisite Chinese and Western dishes, while a melodious string quartet played slowly and deliberately in a corner of the hall.

The atmosphere here looks quite high-class and sophisticated.

But in the most inconspicuous corner of the hall, there were two people whose style was seriously out of place in this elegant and glamorous setting.

Blackie was wearing a black suit that was obviously too tight, and he was irritably tugging at his tie.

He sat imposingly on a high stool, holding a plate piled high with roasted lamb chops.

"These tattered clothes are so tight I can't breathe."

While chewing on his meat, Hei Guan'er muttered to the person next to him in a low voice:

"Chairman Zhao is really something. He transferred us here as security guards, fine, but he insists on making us wear formal attire. If a fight really breaks out, I won't even be able to swing my arm."

Standing next to him was Xiao Zizai, who was wearing a sharp suit.

Compared to the ruggedness of the clarinet, Xiao Zizai, dressed in this outfit and wearing those glasses, looked exactly like a refined and intellectual.

At that moment, Brother Xiao was holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it in his hand.

His gaze went beyond the rim of the wine glass, taking in the foreigners gathered in twos and threes in the center of the hall with great interest.

"Brother Guan, since you're here, make the best of it. Work clothes are part of the job too."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, and a beam of white light reflected off the lenses.

He licked his lips, his voice soft, with the focused concentration of someone savoring a delicious meal.

"Look at that blond giant over there. He has a high muscle density, but his steps are a bit unsteady. He's probably a superhuman with the help of drugs. His flesh is probably a bit tough."

"And that one in the kimono, she's pretty good at concealing her aura, the feel of cutting into her should be very smooth..."

Hearing this chilling comment, Black Pipe almost choked on the lamb chop in his mouth.

He quickly gulped down some water and pushed the plate aside.

"Old Xiao, I'm begging you, please to tone down that look. Tonight is an international exchange, don't scare them into having psychological trauma."

……

In the center of the hall.

Zhao Fangxu, holding a glass of champagne, was moving effortlessly through the crowd with Xu Si, the head of the North China region.

Tonight, Chairman Zhao's hair was neatly combed and sleek.

His round face wore a signature smile.

"Oh! Mr. Ishikawa! It's been a long time!"

Zhao Fangxu's eyes lit up, and he strode towards an elderly man with gray hair wearing a dark suit.

This old man is Ishikawa Shin, the head of the Ishikawa school of Buddhist swordsmanship in Japan.

Ishikawa Shin looked extremely easygoing, with a polite smile on his face. When he saw Zhao Fangxu walking over, he gave a very proper little bow.

"Mr. Zhao, you are as charming as ever."

Ishikawa Shin speaks fluent Chinese, with a businessman's shrewdness in his tone:

"I am very grateful for the hospitality of Nadutong during my visit to your country. The Peking duck is truly exquisite."