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Faruk's hands suddenly clenched, he stared at Valentino, and the voice came out from between his teeth: "I'll give it to the International Group--"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Don't be silly, my brother, they first came to the Valentin family and found you." Valentino shook his head with pity, "You and them are just the relationship between customers and salesmen. They can't offend the entire Valentin family for you. You'd better agree to my plan."

Although he is the next patriarch appointed by the Valentin family, he has to admit that he is indeed not as good as Faruk in casting talent.

But who made him born noble and born to succeed the position of patriarch?

Even if a genius like Faruk is just a job for him.

But now, Valentino is no longer satisfied with this.

He wants to get Faruk's name of genius, so Faruk must not use his own name in future castings, but needs to cast in his name.

"Faruk, I'm not discussing with you, I'm informing you." Seeing that Faruk hadn't responded, Valentino knocked on the table impatiently, "Since you are from the Valentin family, you must make corresponding contributions to the family. Do you think that your reputation as a genius can be maintained by you alone? Don't dream!"

Faruk was so angry that he trembled all over: "Even if you are the young patriarch, you are not qualified to rob my things!"

Being deprived of the right to name is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for the foundry master.

If all the weapons he forged in the future are taken away and shown off by Valentino, then what is the meaning of his existence?

"I'll give you another three days." Valentino snorted and laughed, "You are not qualified to make a choice. After three days, either agree or your hands will be chopped off and become casting materials."

If he hadn't seen that Faruk did have an unparalleled casting talent, he would have killed Faruk when Faruk repeatedly disobeyed him.

"Come here." Valentino clapped his hands and said coldly, "He must not leave his foundry base for three days until he agrees."

Soon a guard came forward: "Mr. Farouk, please."

Farouk clenched his fists and then put them down, his expression a little depressed.

Valentino was right. His last name was Valentin. In Valentin City, he would be under the control of his family.

After returning to the foundry, Farouk locked himself in the room, did not communicate with anyone, just silently swung the hammer and continued the second round of forging.

**

It was late at night soon, and the explosion at the auction venue did not affect the daily life of the residents in Valentin City at all.

At this time, the outside was still brightly lit.

Ye Wanlan came back from outside and saw Ye Xingli playing chess with Yan Tingfeng.

Because there were no chess pieces, the two used pens to draw circles on paper instead.

"We've been chatting for a whole day, what are we talking about?" Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows, "Heizi went the wrong way."

"Ah?" Ye Xingli touched his nose and gave up directly, "It's okay if it's a wrong way. I've only learned a little bit, I don't know how to do it at all."

Yan Tingfeng blinked gently: "Brother Ye has talent, as long as you practice a little, you can learn it."

"These leisure and entertainment can only wait until I retire." Ye Xingli sighed, "But I don't know if I can live to retirement age."

After all, his work intensity has always been very high, and he will be exposed to a lot of radioactive elements.

Many researchers have been hiding their identities all their lives and died in experiments before they could enjoy their old age.

"It's time." Ye Wanlan glanced at the time, "I've prepared a helicopter for you. Your assistant has woken up and is ready to go back to the Global Center. Is there anyone there to pick you up?"

"Yes." Ye Xingli was a little surprised, "Leaving now?"

"Yes, let's go now." Ye Wanlan said, "There are still people looking for you in the city, and there are people waiting in the major airports. You can leave now, but you can't take the normal route."

From Beilu to the Global Center, it has always been through the airspace above Shenzhou and entered the Nanling Sea area before reaching the destination.

The helicopter arranged by Ye Wanlan went the other way. It continued to go north from Beilu and arrived at the Global Center after passing through the Far North.

"Okay." Ye Xingli said seriously, "When Sister Lan and Director Yan come to the Global Center in the future, I will definitely entertain you two."

Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly: "Yes."

This helicopter uses "stealth" technology, using the principles of light reflection, etc., which can make the entire aircraft invisible during flight and not be discovered.

Ye Xingli boarded the helicopter with his assistant, waved to Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng, and left Beilu.

Ye Xingli did not dare to close his eyes on the way, until six hours later, the plane landed in a safe place, and he was half relieved.

He had his own safe house, and after changing his equipment in the safe house, he successfully returned to the International Strategic Research Institute.

It was eight o'clock in the evening at the Global Center. Some researchers had gone home after get off work, but most of the buildings were still brightly lit.

Ye Xingli did not stop and went straight to the dean's office building.

This dean is nearly eighty years old and will retire from this position at the end of the year at the latest.

"Xingli." After seeing Ye Xingli, the old dean breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were already wet, he patted Ye Xingli's shoulder vigorously, and murmured, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

As the youngest S-class researcher at the International Institute for Strategic Studies, there are too many people staring at Ye Xingli.

Geniuses without power can easily become victims of the struggle between various forces.

He can protect Ye Xingli for one more year at most. After one year, where will Ye Xingli go?

"Teacher, I made you worry." Ye Xingli felt a little guilty, "I'm back, and I brought the things we need."

He carefully took out the stone he had auctioned.

After listening to Ye Xingli's narration, the old dean pushed up his glasses and said in a solemn voice: "For your safety, you must never disclose it to a third person. Also, if any danger is discovered while studying this stone, Stop research immediately."

"Understood." Ye Xingli nodded, "Teacher, don't worry, I will get enough merits and medals within this year to compete for the position of dean."

The old dean patted his shoulder again, with a kind expression: "Go ahead."

Ye Xingli returned to his research building, leaned on his chair and took out his mobile phone.

[Mad Scientist]: Brothers and sisters, we are back, and Sister YN is still reliable. Next, I need to worry about what will happen after the old dean retires.

[Brother Dagui]: What are you afraid of? Just ask the rich sister to buy your unit and make you the dean.

[Mad Scientist]: Shut up!

Although the friends in the group often tease each other like this, they all know one thing -

Whether it is the International Institute for Strategic Studies, the World Bank, or the Group of Nations, although they are all major forces in the center of the world, they are actually checking and balancing each other.

Unless, someone can really make these big forces become monolithic.

Ye Xingli rested for a while, then eagerly picked up the stone and started studying it.

**

At the same time, Hokuriku.

At three o'clock in the morning, Faruk came out of the foundry room and was surprised to find Ye Wanlan still sitting in the hall.

"Miss Ye?" He stepped forward, "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

"After you came back, your mood was very wrong." Ye Banlan looked at him, "What happened?"

"I..." Faruk was stunned for a moment, his voice tired, "This is an internal matter within the family."

Finally, he briefly recounted what happened to Valentino.

"I don't want to be his puppet. Even if I die, I can't tolerate my things being named after other people." As he said this, Farooq couldn't help but shed tears.

Ye Turning's eyelashes lowered.

that power.

This is something that everyone will be obsessed with and pursue crazily.

She had tasted the feeling of holding power in her hands, and no one was willing to give up after having tasted power.

Because only when power belongs to oneself, then the corresponding money, status, etc. will follow.

But Ye Turning also knows clearly that having power does not mean that one must express the dignity of power by squeezing and bullying the weak.

On the contrary, those who have power should help these people.

What she wanted was just four words——

The world is unified.

There is nothing wrong with being greedy for power. With such a big country and so many beauties, who wouldn’t miss them?

But how to use power and how to not be blinded by the desire for gain after having power is a very difficult thing.

"Miss Ye, don't worry, I promise you that I will repair the power gun." Faruk wiped away his tears and whispered, "This is also the last thing I can do for you."

From now on, his name Farooq will no longer be in the foundry world.

Ye Banglan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the table gently: "Mr. Faruk, are you interested in returning to China with me and doing something great?"

She was in need of someone to complete what was recorded in the "Apocalypse Ceremony".

Good morning~~