Chapter 439 Princess Yongning can do everything [1 update]
Farouk''s hands suddenly squeezed, and he looked at Valentino tightly, his voice squeezed out from his teeth: "I''ll give it to the Group of Nations-"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.
"Don''t be stupid, my brother, they first came to the Varianjing family and found you." Valentino shook his head and looked merciful. "You and they are just a relationship between customers and salesmen. They can''t offend the entire Varianjing family for you. You''d better agree with my plan."
Although he is the next patriarch appointed by the Varianjing family, he has to admit that in terms of talent creation, he is indeed not as good as Farouk.
But who made him born with a noble background and able to succeed the patriarch?
Even if a genius is like Farouk, he is just a life to work.
But at the moment, Valentino is no longer satisfied with this.
He wanted to get the name of Farouk as a genius, so Farouk needed to use his own name in his future casting, but needed to cast it in his name.
"Faruk, I''m not discussing with you, I''m notifying you." Seeing that Farouk had not responded, Valentino knocked on the table impatiently, "Since you are from the Varianjing family, you must make corresponding contributions to the family. Do you think your name of genius can be stabilized by relying on you alone? Don''t dream!"
Farouk was so angry that he trembled all over: "Even if you are the young patriarch, you are not qualified to steal my things!"
The right to be taken away from the naming is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for the founder.
If all the weapons he forged were taken away and displayed by Valentino in the future, then what is the meaning of his existence?
"I''ll give you another three days." Valentino snorted, "You''re not qualified to make a choice. After three days, you either agree or your hands will be cut off and become casting materials."
If he hadn''t seen that Farouk had an unparalleled talent for casting, he had already killed Farouk when Farouk repeatedly disobeyed him.
"Come." Valentino clapped his hands and said coldly, "He will not leave his casting base for half a step in the past three days until he agrees."
Soon a guard stepped forward: "Mr. Farouk, please."
Farouk clenched his fists and put them down, his expression a little depressed.
Valentino is right. His surname is Varentino. He is in Varentino, so he will be under the jurisdiction of his family.
After returning to the casting base, Farouk locked himself in the room without communicating with anyone, but simply kept swinging hammers silently and continuing the second round of forging.
**
It was almost late at night, and the explosion at the auction venue did not affect the daily lives of residents in Walian Capital.
At this time, there was still bright lights outside.
Ye Wanlan came back from outside and saw Ye Xingli playing chess with Yan Tingfeng.
Because there were no chess pieces, the two of them used their pens to draw circles on paper to replace them.
"I''ve been chatting for a whole day, what are you talking about?" Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows, "Heizi went wrong."
"Ah?" Ye Xingli touched his nose and chose to give up directly. "If you want to make the wrong move, just go wrong. I have only learned a little bit of fur, and I don''t know at all."
Yan Tingfeng blinked gently: "Brother Ye is talented, and you can learn it with just a little practice."
"These leisure and entertainment can only be waited for me to 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 names throughout their lives and died in the experiment without being able to enjoy their old age.
"The time is up." Ye Wanlan glanced at the time, "I have prepared a helicopter for you, and your assistant has also woken up, ready to go back to the Global Center. Is anyone there to pick you up?"
"Yes." Ye Xingli was a little surprised, "Leave now?"
"Yes, let''s leave now." Ye Wanlan said, "There are still people looking for you in the city, and there are also people waiting in major airports. You are leaving now, but you can''t take the normal route."
From the North Land to the Global Center, you will always arrive at your destination by passing through the airspace above China and entering the Nanlinghai area.
The helicopter arranged by Ye Wanlan was the opposite way, continuing to walk north from the North Land, and after passing through the extreme north, you can reach the global center.
"Okay." Ye Xingli looked serious, "When Sister Lan and Director Yan come to the Global Center in the future, I will definitely entertain you both."
Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly: "Yes."
This helicopter uses "stealth" technology and uses principles such as light reflection to allow the entire aircraft to hide its body during flight without being discovered.
Ye Xingli took his assistant to board the helicopter, waved to Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng, and left Beilu.
Along the way, Ye Xingli didn''t dare to close his eyes. It was not until six hours later that the plane landed in a safe place, and the air he was carrying was half relieved.
He had his own safe house. After changing the equipment in the safe house, he successfully returned to the International Strategy Institute.
It is eight o''clock in the evening at this time, and some researchers have already returned home from get off work, but most of the buildings are still brightly lit.
Ye Xingli did not stop and went straight to the office building of the President of the Institute of Machinery. This president is nearly 80 years old and will retire from this position by the end of the year at the latest.
"Star Li." After seeing Ye Xingli, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were already wet. He patted Ye Xingli''s shoulder vigorously and murmured, "It''s good to come back, it''s good to come back."
As the youngest S-level researcher at the Institute of International Strategics, there are too many people staring at Ye Xingli.
A genius without power is very likely to become a victim of the struggle of various forces.
He can protect Ye Xingli for one more year at most. In a year, where should Ye Xingli go?
"Teacher, I''m worried." Ye Xingli felt a little guilty, "I''m back, and I''ve brought what we need."
He carefully took out the stone he had obtained from auction.
After listening to Ye Xingli''s narration, the old man pushed his glasses and said in a serious voice: "For your safety, we must never disclose it to a third person again. Also, once you find any danger in the middle of studying this stone, stop researching immediately."
"I understand." Ye Xingli nodded, "Teacher, don''t worry, I will get enough merit and medals within this year to compete for the position of dean."
The old man patted his shoulder again, looking kind and said, "Go."
Ye Xingli returned to his research building, leaning against a chair and taking out his cell phone.
[Crazy Scientist]: Brothers and sisters, I’m back, but Sister YN is still reliable. Next, I need to worry about what happens after the old man leaves.
[Brother Beating Ghost]: What are you afraid of? Just let the rich sister buy your unit and praise you as the dean.
[Crazy Scientist]: Shut up!
Although the group members in the group often make fun of this, they also know one thing in their hearts—
Whether it is the International Strategic Institute, the World Bank and the Globe, although they are all major forces in the Global Center, they are actually checking and balancing each other.
Unless, someone can really make these major forces a monolith.
Ye Xingli rested for a while, then couldn''t wait to pick up the stone and start researching it.
**
At the same time, Beilu.
At three o''clock in the morning, Farouk came out of the casting room and was surprised to find that Ye Wanlan was still sitting in the hall.
"Miss Ye?" He walked forward, "It''s so late, why haven''t you rested?"
"After you come back, you''re in a very wrong mood." Ye Wanlan looked at him, "Is something happened?"
"I..." Farouk was stunned, his voice exhausted, "It''s a matter within the family."
Finally, he simply described the matter of Valentino asking him.
"I don''t want to be his puppet. Even if I die, I can''t tolerate my things being labeled by someone else''s name." As he said that, Farouk couldn''t help but shed tears.
Ye Wanlan''s eyelashes drooped.
that power.
This is something that will make everyone obsessed with and pursue it crazy.
She has tasted the feeling of holding power in her hands, and after she tasted the taste of power, no one is willing to give up.
Because only when power belongs to you, the corresponding money, status, etc. will follow.
But Ye Wanlan also clearly knew that having power does not mean that the dignity of power must be reflected through exploitation and bullying the weak.
On the contrary, if you have power, you should help these people.
What she wants is just four words—
The world is in harmony.
There is never a mistake in being greedy for power. It’s such a big country, so beautiful, who doesn’t miss it?
But how to use power and how to not be blinded by profit after having power is a very difficult thing.
"Miss Ye, don''t worry, I promise you that the matter of repairing the Divine Power Gun will definitely be done." Farouk wiped away his tears and whispered, "This is the last thing I can do for you."
From then on, the foundry world will no longer have his Farouk name.
Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and gently knocked on the table: "Mr. Farouk, are you interested in returning to China with me and doing a great career?"
She is short of people after completing the things recorded in the "Apocalypse".
Good morning~~
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