Chapter 1962: 1962
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Yang Boshi ran walked downstairs and saw a group of people sitting in the restaurant downstairs. He laughed and said, "Oh, they are all there."
But Tom got up quickly and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang."
Yang Bo nodded, "Hello!"
Tom even said, "Mr. Yang, Mr. Branson has invited you to a dinner party. He has invited many people to hold a welcome party for Mr. Yang."
Tom's previous words are all in English. At the end of the sentence, he specially put the word "Jiefeng" into Chinese. It seems that if he does not do so, there will be no way to express the meaning of the word.
Yang Bo was a little surprised. He looked at each other and said with a smile, "you really have a heart!"
Mei Chaoning is very surprised. He can't imagine what means Yang Bo used to make old Branson hold a special banquet to meet the wind. This kind of courtesy is not something that ordinary people can enjoy!
Yang Bo smiles and points to the direction of Mei Chaoning, "I still have a few small partners here!"
Tom even said, "we can go there together."
Yang Bo nodded, "what time does the reception banquet start?"
"This is a luncheon. It starts at eleven o'clock." Said Tom.
Yang Bo frowned. He knew that most Westerners don't have lunch parties. Most of their dances are dinners.
However, he did not think much, nodded, "time is almost up, let's go together!"
It was already 10:30 in the morning, and with the time on the road, we could almost catch the party.
Yang Bo walked in front of him, got out of the hotel and got into the car.
Others are in a trance, confused and at a loss. You know, when they came into contact with Branson a few days ago, they were always closed. Where can they enjoy such treatment!
This time, instead of stopping outside the manor, I drove straight in.
When Yang Bo got out of the car, he saw old Branson standing outside the castle door, without a crutch in his hand. He met him with a smile on his face.
"Welcome, Mr. Yang!" Old Branson.
Yang Bo looked at the other party's slow pace, but it could be regarded as stable. He was much stronger than the flutter he had seen before. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Sir, it's really very kind of you. You're 30 years younger than you are now."
Branson laughed. "Thanks to Mr. Yang's help."
Both of them spoke implicitly, and neither of them mentioned the matter of medicinal liquor, which seemed to be in perfect agreement.
Yang Bo didn't rush in, but pointed to Mei Chaoning, "this is my good friend Mr. Mei. You must have met him?"
Old Branson held out his hand with a smile. "Hello, Mr. may. Welcome."
Mei Chaoning quickly reached out and shook hands with each other. The last time he came over, the other party was not so enthusiastic. When he met, the other party didn't shake hands at all. He just sat on the sofa with a cold face and listened to him finish his story. Shaking his head was a refusal!
Now the attitude changes so much, it's all due to Yang Bo!
Branson nodded to several people behind Mei Chaoning again. "We've worked hard all the way. The lunch is about to start. Please come in quickly."
Yang Bo walked in with Branson, and saw that the living room had been redecorated. There were self-service tables with various kinds of food and wine on it. There were more than ten people standing in the living room. These people were dressed in suits and leather shoes, or dressed in formal clothes. They were very neat.
Yang Bo and his party came in. All the people in the living room looked at it. Everyone was surprised.
The living room quieted down, but Branson still habitually pressed his hand. "Welcome Mr. Yang and his party from the Far East, please!"
People in the living room were surprised, but they clapped with each other.
Branson pointed to the living room and said with a smile, "let Mr. Yang laugh. All the people standing here are my descendants and heirs of my will."
Old Branson is old, and he doesn't have so many taboos to speak. He just makes it clear.
Yang Bo looked at the people in the living room and nodded slightly. He didn't quite understand what Branson meant.
Branson laughed. "Let's eat and drink first. Let's talk slowly."
Even so, the venue was still a bit quiet. It was not familiar to everyone and it was difficult to communicate with each other.
It's OK for Yang Bo. The key is that the successors of Branson heard the introduction made by old Branson one by one. They were both puzzled and frightened because Branson said they were heirs. This is not the right way to introduce them!
What does that mean, old Branson?
Everyone is thinking about it!
The heirs huddled together. After everyone looked at each other, a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes was pushed out. He was helpless, but he soon recovered. He came over and raised his glass to Yang Bo.
Yang Bo had a cup of wine in his hand. He raised it with a smile.The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, I want to talk to my father. Can you avoid it?"
"Of course," Yang said with a smile
After that, Yang Bo is going to turn around and walk aside.
Old Branson waved his hand. "No, Mr. Yang. I know what he means. You don't have to avoid it."
Yang Bo just turned his body and stood down. He looked thoughtful and seemed to guess Branson's intention. No wonder the other party waited so long for him to reply!
"Everyone is here today, so I'll tell you the truth. I'll open the treasure house and give some antiques to Mr. Yang!" Said old Branson.
This sentence is a real surprise. Not only Yang Bo was shocked, but also a group of old and young people with golden hair opposite. You know, all the things in the treasure house should be handed over to them in the future!
Yang Bo's heart Feifei, old Branson clearly want to use antiques for his medicinal wine, but his mouth said to give him, this is not pit him?
However, if he can succeed, Yang Bo will suffer.
After a moment's silence, a group of people with blonde hair and blue eyes on the opposite side suddenly exploded.
"Father, why is that? Why do you give something to a Chinese? "
"No way, it's impossible, you can't do that!"
"Yes, this is absolutely impossible. This is the most precious treasure of our Branson family. How can we pass it on to outsiders?"
"Grandfather, I don't agree with you either!"
"If that's what I'm going to do, unless I step on my body!"
……
There was a lot of excitement on the scene. Yang Bo had a good English background. He could distinguish all the noise, but such fierce opposition was hard to deal with!
Old Branson was staring at a group of descendants, calm and silent.
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Yang Boshi ran walked downstairs and saw a group of people sitting in the restaurant downstairs. He laughed and said, "Oh, they are all there."
But Tom got up quickly and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang."
Yang Bo nodded, "Hello!"
Tom even said, "Mr. Yang, Mr. Branson has invited you to a dinner party. He has invited many people to hold a welcome party for Mr. Yang."
Tom's previous words are all in English. At the end of the sentence, he specially put the word "Jiefeng" into Chinese. It seems that if he does not do so, there will be no way to express the meaning of the word.
Yang Bo was a little surprised. He looked at each other and said with a smile, "you really have a heart!"
Mei Chaoning is very surprised. He can't imagine what means Yang Bo used to make old Branson hold a special banquet to meet the wind. This kind of courtesy is not something that ordinary people can enjoy!
Yang Bo smiles and points to the direction of Mei Chaoning, "I still have a few small partners here!"
Tom even said, "we can go there together."
Yang Bo nodded, "what time does the reception banquet start?"
"This is a luncheon. It starts at eleven o'clock." Said Tom.
Yang Bo frowned. He knew that most Westerners don't have lunch parties. Most of their dances are dinners.
However, he did not think much, nodded, "time is almost up, let's go together!"
It was already 10:30 in the morning, and with the time on the road, we could almost catch the party.
Yang Bo walked in front of him, got out of the hotel and got into the car.
Others are in a trance, confused and at a loss. You know, when they came into contact with Branson a few days ago, they were always closed. Where can they enjoy such treatment!
This time, instead of stopping outside the manor, I drove straight in.
When Yang Bo got out of the car, he saw old Branson standing outside the castle door, without a crutch in his hand. He met him with a smile on his face.
"Welcome, Mr. Yang!" Old Branson.
Yang Bo looked at the other party's slow pace, but it could be regarded as stable. He was much stronger than the flutter he had seen before. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Sir, it's really very kind of you. You're 30 years younger than you are now."
Branson laughed. "Thanks to Mr. Yang's help."
Both of them spoke implicitly, and neither of them mentioned the matter of medicinal liquor, which seemed to be in perfect agreement.
Yang Bo didn't rush in, but pointed to Mei Chaoning, "this is my good friend Mr. Mei. You must have met him?"
Old Branson held out his hand with a smile. "Hello, Mr. may. Welcome."
Mei Chaoning quickly reached out and shook hands with each other. The last time he came over, the other party was not so enthusiastic. When he met, the other party didn't shake hands at all. He just sat on the sofa with a cold face and listened to him finish his story. Shaking his head was a refusal!
Now the attitude changes so much, it's all due to Yang Bo!
Branson nodded to several people behind Mei Chaoning again. "We've worked hard all the way. The lunch is about to start. Please come in quickly."
Yang Bo walked in with Branson, and saw that the living room had been redecorated. There were self-service tables with various kinds of food and wine on it. There were more than ten people standing in the living room. These people were dressed in suits and leather shoes, or dressed in formal clothes. They were very neat.
Yang Bo and his party came in. All the people in the living room looked at it. Everyone was surprised.
The living room quieted down, but Branson still habitually pressed his hand. "Welcome Mr. Yang and his party from the Far East, please!"
People in the living room were surprised, but they clapped with each other.
Branson pointed to the living room and said with a smile, "let Mr. Yang laugh. All the people standing here are my descendants and heirs of my will."
Old Branson is old, and he doesn't have so many taboos to speak. He just makes it clear.
Yang Bo looked at the people in the living room and nodded slightly. He didn't quite understand what Branson meant.
Branson laughed. "Let's eat and drink first. Let's talk slowly."
Even so, the venue was still a bit quiet. It was not familiar to everyone and it was difficult to communicate with each other.
It's OK for Yang Bo. The key is that the successors of Branson heard the introduction made by old Branson one by one. They were both puzzled and frightened because Branson said they were heirs. This is not the right way to introduce them!
What does that mean, old Branson?
Everyone is thinking about it!
The heirs huddled together. After everyone looked at each other, a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes was pushed out. He was helpless, but he soon recovered. He came over and raised his glass to Yang Bo.
Yang Bo had a cup of wine in his hand. He raised it with a smile.The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, I want to talk to my father. Can you avoid it?"
"Of course," Yang said with a smile
After that, Yang Bo is going to turn around and walk aside.
Old Branson waved his hand. "No, Mr. Yang. I know what he means. You don't have to avoid it."
Yang Bo just turned his body and stood down. He looked thoughtful and seemed to guess Branson's intention. No wonder the other party waited so long for him to reply!
"Everyone is here today, so I'll tell you the truth. I'll open the treasure house and give some antiques to Mr. Yang!" Said old Branson.
This sentence is a real surprise. Not only Yang Bo was shocked, but also a group of old and young people with golden hair opposite. You know, all the things in the treasure house should be handed over to them in the future!
Yang Bo's heart Feifei, old Branson clearly want to use antiques for his medicinal wine, but his mouth said to give him, this is not pit him?
However, if he can succeed, Yang Bo will suffer.
After a moment's silence, a group of people with blonde hair and blue eyes on the opposite side suddenly exploded.
"Father, why is that? Why do you give something to a Chinese? "
"No way, it's impossible, you can't do that!"
"Yes, this is absolutely impossible. This is the most precious treasure of our Branson family. How can we pass it on to outsiders?"
"Grandfather, I don't agree with you either!"
"If that's what I'm going to do, unless I step on my body!"
……
There was a lot of excitement on the scene. Yang Bo had a good English background. He could distinguish all the noise, but such fierce opposition was hard to deal with!
Old Branson was staring at a group of descendants, calm and silent.
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Yang Boshi ran walked downstairs and saw a group of people sitting in the restaurant downstairs. He laughed and said, "Oh, they are all there." But Tom got up quickly and said, "Hello, Mr. Yang." Yang Bo nodded, "Hello!" Tom even said, "Mr. Yang, Mr. Branson has invited you to a dinner party. He has invited many people to hold a welcome party for Mr. Yang." Tom's previous words are all in English. At the end of the sentence, he specially put the word "Jiefeng" into Chinese. It seems that if he does not do so, there will be no way to express the meaning of the word. Yang Bo was a little surprised. He looked at each other and said with a smile, "you really have a heart!" Mei Chaoning is very surprised. He can't imagine what means Yang Bo used to make old Branson hold a special banquet to meet the wind. This kind of courtesy is not something that ordinary people can enjoy! Yang Bo smiles and points to the direction of Mei Chaoning, "I still have a few small partners here!" Tom even said, "we can go there together." Yang Bo nodded, "what time does the reception banquet start?" "This is a luncheon. It starts at eleven o'clock." Said Tom. Yang Bo frowned. He knew that most Westerners don't have lunch parties. Most of their dances are dinners. However, he did not think much, nodded, "time is almost up, let's go together!" It was already 10:30 in the morning, and with the time on the road, we could almost catch the party. Yang Bo walked in front of him, got out of the hotel and got into the car. Others are in a trance, confused and at a loss. You know, when they came into contact with Branson a few days ago, they were always closed. Where can they enjoy such treatment! This time, instead of stopping outside the manor, I drove straight in. When Yang Bo got out of the car, he saw old Branson standing outside the castle door, without a crutch in his hand. He met him with a smile on his face. "Welcome, Mr. Yang!" Old Branson. Yang Bo looked at the other party's slow pace, but it could be regarded as stable. He was much stronger than the flutter he had seen before. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Sir, it's really very kind of you. You're 30 years younger than you are now." Branson laughed. "Thanks to Mr. Yang's help." Both of them spoke implicitly, and neither of them mentioned the matter of medicinal liquor, which seemed to be in perfect agreement. Yang Bo didn't rush in, but pointed to Mei Chaoning, "this is my good friend Mr. Mei. You must have met him?" Old Branson held out his hand with a smile. "Hello, Mr. may. Welcome." Mei Chaoning quickly reached out and shook hands with each other. The last time he came over, the other party was not so enthusiastic. When he met, the other party didn't shake hands at all. He just sat on the sofa with a cold face and listened to him finish his story. Shaking his head was a refusal! Now the attitude changes so much, it's all due to Yang Bo! Branson nodded to several people behind Mei Chaoning again. "We've worked hard all the way. The lunch is about to start. Please come in quickly." Yang Bo walked in with Branson, and saw that the living room had been redecorated. There were self-service tables with various kinds of food and wine on it. There were more than ten people standing in the living room. These people were dressed in suits and leather shoes, or dressed in formal clothes. They were very neat. Yang Bo and his party came in. All the people in the living room looked at it. Everyone was surprised. The living room quieted down, but Branson still habitually pressed his hand. "Welcome Mr. Yang and his party from the Far East, please!" People in the living room were surprised, but they clapped with each other. Branson pointed to the living room and said with a smile, "let Mr. Yang laugh. All the people standing here are my descendants and heirs of my will." Old Branson is old, and he doesn't have so many taboos to speak. He just makes it clear. Yang Bo looked at the people in the living room and nodded slightly. He didn't quite understand what Branson meant. Branson laughed. "Let's eat and drink first. Let's talk slowly." Even so, the venue was still a bit quiet. It was not familiar to everyone and it was difficult to communicate with each other. It's OK for Yang Bo. The key is that the successors of Branson heard the introduction made by old Branson one by one. They were both puzzled and frightened because Branson said they were heirs. This is not the right way to introduce them! What does that mean, old Branson? Everyone is thinking about it! The heirs huddled together. After everyone looked at each other, a middle-aged man with blonde hair and blue eyes was pushed out. He was helpless, but he soon recovered. He came over and raised his glass to Yang Bo. Yang Bo had a cup of wine in his hand. He raised it with a smile.The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, I want to talk to my father. Can you avoid it?" "Of course," Yang said with a smile After that, Yang Bo is going to turn around and walk aside. Old Branson waved his hand. "No, Mr. Yang. I know what he means. You don't have to avoid it." Yang Bo just turned his body and stood down. He looked thoughtful and seemed to guess Branson's intention. No wonder the other party waited so long for him to reply! "Everyone is here today, so I'll tell you the truth. I'll open the treasure house and give some antiques to Mr. Yang!" Said old Branson. This sentence is a real surprise. Not only Yang Bo was shocked, but also a group of old and young people with golden hair opposite. You know, all the things in the treasure house should be handed over to them in the future! Yang Bo's heart Feifei, old Branson clearly want to use antiques for his medicinal wine, but his mouth said to give him, this is not pit him? However, if he can succeed, Yang Bo will suffer. After a moment's silence, a group of people with blonde hair and blue eyes on the opposite side suddenly exploded. "Father, why is that? Why do you give something to a Chinese? " "No way, it's impossible, you can't do that!" "Yes, this is absolutely impossible. This is the most precious treasure of our Branson family. How can we pass it on to outsiders?" "Grandfather, I don't agree with you either!" "If that's what I'm going to do, unless I step on my body!" There was a lot of excitement on the scene. Yang Bo had a good English background. He could distinguish all the noise, but such fierce opposition was hard to deal with! Old Branson was staring at a group of descendants, calm and silent. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
