Evil Awe-Inspiring

I looked closely at the man in front of me, Yang Wei's uncle, the Yang family's head, and the so-called "Clover" family.

His age, I remember when I checked the information, he should be forty-six years old, but it looks much younger than the actual age. His skin was fair, and he was even fair-skinned, and his voice was very peaceful and tepid. His looks should be considered handsome, and a little bit of Yang Wei's outline can be seen faintly. After all, he and Yang Wei are close relatives. But it is clear that his looks are not very good, only moderate.

But it is strange that he was sitting on the sofa like this, even with a lazy body, he had an indescribable, deep, gentle momentum all over his body! And this momentum was so calm and natural , But it is not half aggressive.

Hmm ... yes, the sea!

He seems to be soft and calm when the sea is calm. That's because his momentum is as wide as the sea, and he has no bottom!

He is smiling at me. When he laughed, people would feel like a spring breeze, without the majestic temperament of a big family at the helm, and even make people feel very close. But if you go and see for yourself, you find that his eyes are very special! Because although his face was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

No, not just when he laughed, just now. At the banquet outside, when he delivered the speech, he had to admit that he was indeed very graceful when he was speaking on the stage. But whether he smiles, sighs, or when he uses those energetic words to inspire people to feel confident ... When he makes all these emotions, he always makes me feel a weird taste ...

Well, approaching him up close now, I just realized what I felt was the problem.

His eyes!

Whether he just laughed, sighed, or excited ... his eyes, the look inside them, will always be calm. Without any mood swings!

I have seen many, many powerful men. The earliest time with Huan brother ... Ye Huan, he impressed me like a friendly elder. Ye Huan, who appreciates you and shows kindness to you, is so peaceful, but from time to time, he will also show a little bit of sharpness. And Yaye. Eighth Lord ’s eyes are like Gujing, deep and deep, so deep that you can hardly guess his mind. most of the time. You've tried your best to figure it out, but in the end you'll find out that in fact Yahachi's intentions are far deeper than you think.

As for Solin, he is a standard western leader, energetic and majestic, but no lack of cunning, worldly, and a bit hypocritical. At the same time with a bit of the stereotype of Western gentlemen.

And this Mr. Yang, his eyes ... I can only use "the sea" to describe it.

Not that you can't guess him, but ... you don't even have to guess. Because he will show you the emotions ... Just what is hidden under this superficial emotion, only he knows it.

Faced with such a person, with such a helmsman who controls a large family that is well-known in the United States, with such a person who controls billions of assets and countless invisible powers ... Frankly, Suddenly I had a strange feeling for the first time since my debut!

In the presence of such a person, I actually feel like ... very small!

This feeling undoubtedly made me very depressed, and at the same time I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"Sit down, young man." He looked at me with a relaxed look, and pointed his finger at the sofa in front of him.

I took a deep breath, walked over, and nodded to him before I sat down.

"Do you like this place?" He didn't seem to be in a hurry to talk to me about the matter, but instead spoke in a casual, chatty tone ... This kind of conversational skills is actually not very clever, but what I have encountered in the past People, when talking to me in this way, they always feel that the other party is pretending, I will feel that the other party is actually going around with me, and I will sneer, because I know that the other party will sooner or later be able to resist the issue.

But facing this Mr. Yang, he gave me an illusion ... It seems that we are really just smoking cigars and chatting in such a small lounge.

"Well ... this place is good." I carefully answered Li Yi.

"Relax, young man." Yang Wei's uncle flicked the soot on the cigar. "This is my private lounge. Every piece of furniture in this room was selected by my own hands ... um, I have this habit. In each of my hotels, I will leave a private lounge that belongs to me. Everything in it must be selected by myself, without going through the hands of others. This feeling, actually Good, do you understand? "

"Understood." I thought for a moment and answered.

"Really understand?" He smiled, but still, there was no smile in his eyes, although he smiled so easily and naturally.

"I really understand." I nodded, adding: "Everything here is hand-picked and arranged by yourself. Then you know every detail in this room, as if it is completely in one's own. Sites and fields. In such a place that you are familiar with to the extreme, when you invite guests to negotiate, you are in a place that you are completely familiar with. Naturally, you will completely relax and completely occupy the 'geographical position.' Freedom ... Although this advantage is not obvious, in some important negotiations, even the slightest invisible advantage can play an unexpected role. "

I finished speaking in one breath, and at the same time I carefully watched his eyes, trying to see his mood swings from his eyes. Because I am confident, I guess it is correct!

However, I was disappointed, and there was still no movement in his eyes. At the same time he smiled: "Well, that's right. You are smart." But then he shook his head: "Although he said it well, he didn't say what he thought about me."

Didn't say right?

I froze, I'm confident I should be right!

Yang Wei's uncle sighed softly: "Actually, I arrange each room, I just simply hope that I can be as comfortable as possible. Since it is my own place, I have to arrange it myself to make people more comfortable. ... you see, my reason is actually very simple, just to make myself comfortable, but in your ... well, there are many outsiders who think too much too much. "He sucked slowly A cigar: "Many things in the world are like this. Often the people in the authorities are actually very motivated, but others are always used to thinking about something that is very simple and more complicated."

Looking at my cramped look, he smiled: "Oh, I'm sorry, I may have talked too much. But I now understand at least why you appreciate you slightly. You and her are a kind of person, and you are all smart , Very young ... but you and young people like Weiwei have the same problem, that is, they think too much. "

I took a deep breath, smiled, and said sincerely, "Mr. Yang, you are right."

Uncle Yang Wei shrugged his shoulders, and then suddenly said: "Oh, look at me, I almost forgot, it's just too ridiculous." He laughed: "Look, I already know your name is Chen Yang , 25 years old, and now you control a medium-sized company called Huaxing, and you have actually controlled the entire underground force in Vancouver. I already know a lot about you, but I forgot to introduce myself ... Well, I ’m Yang Wei ’s uncle, Yang Wei is my brother ’s daughter, but unfortunately her father has passed away for many years. You are Wei ’s friend. From this point on, you may be able to talk to her Same, call me el, of course, I do n’t think you should call me that, because your current status is not just for you personally, I do n’t think I have that kind of status, you can let the number one in North American circle call me el, so, you can call me Mr. Yang Er, remember, it ’s not Mr. Yang, because I am at home at home. For friends who are also Chinese, I usually call me Mr. Yang Er ~ www.wuxiaspot .c om ~ Yes, Mr. Yang Er. "I shouted politely.

"Well, young man, you are too nervous and too cramped." He waved his hand slightly, then motioned with his chin to a wooden box on the table, which contained a cigar: "A branch?"

"Hmm ... no need." I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart: in front of this person, if it is not necessary, it is better not to pretend, what to say, try to be as frank as possible, maybe there will be Best effect. So I rejected his invitation: "I don't like cigars. I prefer ordinary cigarettes, and I only smoke domestic flue-cured tobacco."

I fumbled out the cigarette myself: "Can you?"

He made a hand gesture.

Just after I lit a cigarette, Mr. Yang Er spoke a word and almost made me sit still: "Oh, ask, the lady who came to the party with you tonight, is she a good friend?"

My face was a little ugly at once, and I said quickly: "Well ... I know what she did just now ..."