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- Yang Bo Shiran walked downstairs and saw a group of people sitting in the restaurant downstairs. He chuckled and said, "Hey, they are all here!"
Tom stood up quickly and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang!"
Yang Bo nodded, "Hello!"
Tom quickly said: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Branson invited you to a banquet. He invited many people to hold a welcome banquet today to welcome Mr. Yang!"
Tom¡¯s previous words were all spoken in English, but in the last sentence, he deliberately said the word ¡°Jie Feng¡± in Chinese. It seemed that if he didn¡¯t do this, there would be no way to express the meaning of the word.
Yang Bo was a little surprised. He looked at the other party and said with a smile: "You are really thoughtful!"
Mei Chaoning was very surprised. He could not imagine what methods Yang Bo used to allow old Branson to hold a special banquet to welcome the wind. Such courtesy was not something ordinary people could enjoy!
Yang Bo smiled and pointed in the direction of Mei Chaoning, "I have a few friends here!"
Tom quickly said: "Everyone can go there together!"
Yang Bo nodded, "What time does the reception banquet start?"
"This is a luncheon, starting at eleven o'clock noon." Tom said.
Yang Bo frowned. He knew very well that most Westerners were not very good at having lunch parties. Most of their dance parties were dinner parties.
However, he didn¡¯t think too much and nodded, ¡°It¡¯s almost time, let¡¯s go together!¡±
It was already 10:30 in the morning, and with the time on the road, we could almost make it in time for the banquet.
Yang Bo walked in front, left the hotel and got into the car.
Others were in a daze, confused and at a loss. You know, when they came into contact with Branson a few days ago, they were always rejected. How could they enjoy such treatment?
This time, this time, we did not stop outside the manor, but drove directly in.
When Yang Bo got out of the car, he saw old Branson standing outside the castle gate. He didn¡¯t have a walking stick in his hand, and he just came over with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Yang, welcome!" Old Branson said.
Yang Bo looked at the other party's pace, which was slow but still steady. It was much stronger than the shaky one he had seen before. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Sir, you are so polite. Looking at your current situation, you are really thirty years younger." ah!"
Branson laughed, "Thanks to Mr. Yang for your help!"
The two spoke in a reserved manner, and no one mentioned the medicinal wine. They seemed to have a perfect understanding.
Yang Bo did not rush in, but pointed towards Mei Chaoning, "This is my good friend Mr. Mei, I believe you have met him, right?"
Old Branson smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hello Mr. Mei, welcome!"
Mei Chaoning quickly reached out and shook hands with the other party. The last time he came over, the other party was not so enthusiastic. That time he met, the other party did not shake hands at all. He just sat on the sofa with a cold face and listened to what he said. , shaking your head means rejection!
The attitude has changed so much now, and this is all due to Yang Bo!
Branson nodded again to the people behind Mei Chaoning, "Everyone has worked hard all the way. The luncheon is about to start. Please come in quickly!"
Yang Bo walked in with Branson and saw that the living room had been rearranged. A buffet table was set up with a variety of food and wine. There were already more than ten people standing in the living room. These people were either in suits or leather shoes. Or wearing a dress, very neat.
When Yang Bo and his group walked in, everyone in the living room looked over, and everyone was a little surprised.
The living room became quiet, but Branson still pressed his hands habitually, "Everyone, please welcome Mr. Yang and his party from the far east!"
Everyone in the living room looked surprised, but they still applauded in cooperation.
Branson pointed at the people in the living room and smiled: "Mr. Yang is laughing, the people standing here are all my descendants and the heirs of my will!"
Old Branson is getting older, and he no longer has so many taboos when speaking, and he just makes it clear.
Yang Bo looked at everyone in the living room and nodded slightly, not quite understanding what Branson meant.
Branson smiled and said, "Let's eat and drink first, and let's talk slowly!"
Despite this, the venue was still a bit quiet. Everyone was not familiar with each other and it was difficult to communicate with each other.
Yang Bo¡¯s side is fine, but the key point is that Branson¡¯s successors were a little confused and a little frightened when they heard the introduction just now by old Branson.?Because just now Branson said that they were heirs, which was not the right way to introduce them!
Old Branson, what does this mean?
Everyone is thinking about this problem!
The heirs gathered together and everyone looked at each other. Soon, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes was pushed out. His face was a little helpless, but he quickly calmed down. He walked over and raised his hand towards Yang Bo. Wine glass in hand.
Yang Bo had a wine glass that someone had already brought to him, and he raised it with a smile.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Mr. Yang, I want to have a few words with my father. Can you avoid it?"
Yang Bo smiled and said, "Of course."
After saying that, Yang Bo turned around and walked aside.
Old Branson waved his hand, "Mr. Yang, no need, I know what he means, and you don't need to avoid it!"
Yang Bo just turned around and stood still. His face was thoughtful, as if he had vaguely guessed Branson's intentions. No wonder the other party waited so long to reply to him!
"Everyone is here today, so let me tell you straight, I want to open the treasure house and give some of the antiques to Mr. Yang!" Old Branson said.
This sentence is simply earth-shattering. Not only Yang Bo was shocked, but even the blond-haired group of old and young across the street were also shocked. You know, the things in the treasure house will be handed over to them in the future!
Yang Bo cursed in his heart. Old Branson clearly wanted to exchange antiques for his medicinal wine, but he said he wanted to give it to him. Wasn't this a trick to him?
However, if it really succeeds, Yang Bo will suffer.
After a moment of silence in the venue, the group of blond and blue-eyed people opposite suddenly exploded.
"Father, why is this? Why do you want to give something to a Chinese?"
"Impossible, this is impossible, you can't do this!"
"Yes, this is absolutely impossible. This is the most precious asset of our Branson family. How can we hand over what we want to pass on to outsiders?"
"Grandpa, I don't agree either!"
"If you really want to do this, unless you step over my body!"
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There was a lot of excitement at the scene, and Yang Bo had a good command of English. He could still distinguish the various noises, but such fierce opposition was enough to make it difficult to deal with!
Old Branson stared at the group of descendants in front of him with a calm face and did not speak.
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