The City Deceives The World

Zhang Huimin really didn’t know what to say.

My best friend is pretty good, but the problem is that I was probably afraid of poverty in my last life, but I am determined to be a young mistress in this life.

However, this man is really beautiful.

Zhang Huimin looked over subconsciously.

The man's calm and elegant sitting posture showed good education.

There seems to be a kind of aristocratic etiquette, elegant and calm.

As it got closer to nine o'clock, the noise that gradually started to sound had little effect.

Everything seems to be no longer important and noisy. He is the only one between heaven and earth...

And in contrast.

The middle-aged man opposite is frightened, with a hint of humility, fear, and expectation?

I had been waiting for a long time before when the man didn't come.

Hong Wentao was extremely anxious, looking around and still unable to calm down. At this time, he finally waited until the man came over, but he calmed down, instinctively feeling suspicious.

This is why the unknown is always scary.

When it actually appears in front of you, I'm not so scared anymore.

So Hong Wentao began to doubt the authenticity of the matter. Maybe the so-called spiritual wine was just a newly developed drug, or maybe there was a physical measuring instrument hidden in the Tongxin Jade Pendant.

Perhaps this so-called "037 Xiao" organization is just a research organization that lacks funds.

But when the man came over.

Everything was overturned by him, and he felt a sense of oppression, a sense of oppression that was heavier than that of his father, who was an official when he accidentally met his boss.

Then he saw the clothes on the man. Even Zhang Xinyu could see it. He who had been in high-level circles would not fail to notice that it was extraordinary.

But what concerned him more was the nobility in him, the cultivation formed through long-term etiquette.

It was as if an ancient aristocratic family came out of the text.

Ordinary people may doubt the existence of aristocratic families, but Hong Wentao knows very well that the aristocratic families before the founding of the People's Republic of China may not exist anymore, or may have moved overseas, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, some red aristocrats have emerged.

It has been passed down for three and four generations, and it has already developed this kind of nobility that has been in the top position for a long time and is superior to others.

But this one was heavier, far heavier than a branch of the red family he had seen before.

He will definitely not be a scientific researcher or a business owner.

(bedb) "Hello, I am Hong Wentao.

Hong Wentao stood up in fear. All his calculations disappeared as soon as they were raised. He did not dare to stretch out his hand because he felt that he was not qualified to shake hands with the person in front of him.

The man smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Li Xiaobai! Leader of the Xiao Group."

Hong Wentao looked at this hand subconsciously.

Thin and even.

There are no calluses or wounds caused by work. No matter how carefully you look, you can't find any wounds. It is obviously a hand that has been nurtured by a luxurious life and the most careful care.

He was even more convinced in his judgment that he was definitely a descendant of an aristocratic family.

If not.

Ordinary people, even from wealthy families, who would care about such a trivial matter.

You must know that many nannies nowadays abuse children when their parents are away.

Only those families with real foundation and long-term inheritance can have this ability.

Only these aristocratic families, which have been passed down for who knows how many years, can master that kind of power.

Seeing Hong Wentao stunned, the man smiled slightly.

But he knew in his heart that he had frightened Hong Wentao.

Of course, he is not Li Xiaobai, but he has used the ever-changing Su Lie to transform into the Li family in Longxi and recruit his subordinates here.

"How are you thinking about it, Mr. Hong?"

Hong Wentao suddenly woke up and realized that he had made a mistake. Normally, he would not be like this at all. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to climb to the middle level of the company.

But on the one hand, this incident impacted his outlook on life, and on the other hand, it was related to his life and death.

It is absolutely no lie to say that there is great terror between life and death.

After struggling for a long time, Hong Wentao's expression changed. The man just ordered the coffee with a smile, took a slight sip, frowned slightly, and stopped drinking.

The waiter next to me didn't feel angry, but felt guilty as expected.

It seemed offensive to serve such a guest with such coffee.

Finally, Hong Wentao took a deep breath and looked around. The waiter had gone back and there was no one else in the cafe.

So he asked quietly. "Mr. Li [can you introduce me to...the owl group?"

Li Xiaobai nodded.

"I wonder if Mr. Hong has heard of the Li family in Longxi?"

Hong Wentao tried hard to search for the Li family among the red nobles in China, but in the end he just gave up.

In fact, he also expected this. Most of those red nobles came from the founding of the country, so it would be difficult to cultivate such a charming young master.

Hong Wentao doesn’t know.

Unfortunately, a woman blinked.

I yelled in my heart, I know.

It turned out to be the Li family.

Zhang Huimin saw it and was about to ask, but Zhang Xinyu tightly covered her and pointed her beautiful green slender finger to her mouth, indicating not to speak.

Li Xiaobai didn't take it seriously.

"It's not surprising that Mr. Hong doesn't know. There are more than 95 million people with the surname Li in the country, and there are quite a few who can be called family members, but ours is different.

Zhang Xinyu rolled her eyes.

Of course it's different. You are one of the six aristocratic families, and I am a die-hard fan of Mr. Zhou.

Hong Wentao just listened with low eyebrows.

"As for how it's different, it's because our branch comes from the royal family."

Subconsciously.

Two words appeared in the minds of Hong Wentao and the two eavesdropping girls.

Li Shimin.

Tang Dynasty.

This is probably one of Li's three most famous words, the other being Laozi Li Er.

"But Tang Li?"

Hong Wentao blurted out.

Li Xiaobai shook his head. "No, Tang Li actually had Hu blood, and his surname was later changed to a Han surname, and he recognized Laozi Li Er as his ancestor.

But..." (There is a pitfall here)

"That's...Li Zi..."

Hong Wentao couldn't go on, because if he criticized Li Zicheng, he would be scolding Li Xiaobai to his face for putting money in his face.

Few people recognized Li Zicheng as emperor.

Li Xiaobai was not angry either.

"There are many royal families with the surname Li. Xiliang, Liang, Wu, Wei, Tang, Chu, Later Tang, Southern Tang, Dashu, Xixia, etc., but I am not talking about these.