svetikya Chapter 1109
Chapter 1109
Although Xindala had some knowledge of the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association, he was obviously unaware of what happened yesterday.
He thought that the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association was as poor and downtrodden as he knew before, on the verge of disbanding.
At this moment, Xiong Chumo, who was sitting next to Ye Xiao, clenched her delicate fists tightly after hearing what Xindala said.
If her father had not told her to talk less and not to disturb Ye Xiao when he came, she would have wanted to argue with Xindala, or even slap him on the fat face.
Facing Xindala's ridicule, Ye Xiao smiled instead of getting angry. He calmly took out an application document that he had prepared long ago and said, "Mr. Xindala, here is the list of disciples participating in my Cotton Country Wu Ji Association. Please take a look."
Ye Xiao was naturally much calmer than Xiong Chumo. He could see that Xindala might be deliberately provoking him. If he had an argument with him, he could justifiably reject the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association.
And even if he argued with him, it would be meaningless. Only by using intuitive data and facts to slap him in the face would Xindala change his view of the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association.
Xindala did not immediately take the list handed over by Ye Xiao, but raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xiao again.
Ye Xiao guessed correctly that Xindala did not want the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association to sign up for the Nanyang Martial Arts Conference.
First of all, he had a close relationship with Tianwumen and did not want Tianwumen to think that he was supporting the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association.
Secondly, the situation of the Mian Kingdom Wu Ji Association was unbearable in his eyes. It was meaningless to allow such a declining martial arts school to compete with the Tianwu Sect.
But he had to give face to Consul Tu, so he agreed to meet Ye Xiao. After seeing that Ye Xiao was so young, he planned to embarrass Ye Xiao with words and retreat tactfully.
But he didn't expect that this young man didn't buy his tricks.
After a few seconds of stunnedness, Xindala reached out to take Ye Xiao's list. He glanced at it, and the next second, his face became gloomy.
"Elder Ye, you didn't deliberately make such a list to fool me, did you!"
Not long ago, he heard his son say that there were only two disciples in the Mian Kingdom Wu Ji Association, but there were ten on the list given by Ye Xiao. Naturally, he didn't believe it was true.
"Mr. Mayor, do you think the people I brought here are so untrustworthy? Or do you think that all the people of Long Country are liars?"
Before Ye Xiao spoke, Consul Tu asked in a deep voice, his expression extremely serious.
He really couldn't stand it anymore. At first, he thought that Xindala just wanted to give Ye Xiao a warning to show his status, but later Xindala's words became more and more excessive, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
Seeing that Consul Tu's face turned black, Xindala hurriedly smiled: "Consul Tu, what are you talking about? I was just joking with Elder Ye."
He could make things difficult for Ye Xiao, or the Mian Country Wu Ji Association represented by Ye Xiao, but Xindala could never have such an idea for Consul Tu.
Because behind Consul Tu was Long Country, the only country in the world that could compete with superpowers in all aspects and not lose out.
It was far from being something that he, the mayor of Jin City, or his Mian Country, could offend.
"If Elder Ye's list is true, I can arrange for the Cotton Country Martial Arts Conference to become a candidate for the conference, but this still needs to be reviewed by the Cotton Country Martial Arts Association and the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After all, this martial arts conference represents my entire Cotton Country."
Xindara continued.
He couldn't handle Ye Xiao, and he couldn't neglect Consul Tu, but Xindara didn't have any other options. He would just play Tai Chi with the two of them!
"Okay, Mayor, I will keep in touch with Elder Ye and continue to pay attention to this matter. I hope you can do as you said." As he spoke, Consul Tu stood up first.
"Okay, okay! Consul Tu, don't worry." Xindara said with a smile on his face.
"Then take care, I won't see you off."
After watching Ye Xiao, Consul Tu and others leave the office, Xindara took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Soon the call was connected, and Xindala said with a smile: "Master Ouyang, just now the Consul of Longguo came to my office with people from the Cotton Kingdom Wu Ji Association. They seem to want to participate in the Nanyang Martial Arts Conference!"
On the other end of the phone, there was a middle-aged man who was using a large brush to write.
This man was the master of the Cotton Kingdom branch of Tianwumen, Ouyang Jiannan, who injured Xiong Annan and forced him to give up his daughter.
After hearing Xindala's words, Ouyang Jiannan raised his thick eyebrows.
"AndWhat happened?"
"Does Xiong Annan have the courage?"
Yesterday afternoon, the director of the Jinmian Martial Arts School also called him and said that the great elder of the Jinmian Martial Arts School was crippled by a foreign aid invited by the Wu Ji Association. Originally, Ouyang Jiannan didn't care much about this matter.
Whether it was the Jinmian Martial Arts School or the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association, in his eyes, they were just a few big cats and small cats, and they were completely out of his sight. As long as he wanted, he could flatten the two martial arts schools in less than a day.
So why would he care about the friction of the other party.
But Xindala's words made him cautious. Could it be that the foreign aid invited by the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association was very powerful?
Otherwise, Xiong Annan would not have the courage to compete with him.
At this time, Xindala continued: "An elder of the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association just sent me the list of registered disciples. I took a look and found that it had reached the minimum threshold for participating in the meeting. Perhaps support was transferred from Longguo. ”
“Master Ouyang, I support your Tianwu Sect. I will delay as much as possible, but Wu Jihui should be well prepared this time, so you'd better make some preparations on your side as well.”
In Cotton Country, it's not just Sindarar who can influence the qualifications of the meeting. He estimates that Consul Tu will also look for other connections, and it won't be difficult to do it with the influence of the latter.
Ouyang Jiannan grinned, "Mr. Mayor, you are worrying too much. No matter who will come to help Wu Jihui, I can trample them under my feet in a few minutes."
Ten years ago, didn't Xiong Annan have more than a dozen disciples? In the end, they were suppressed by him. Ten years later, his Tianwu Sect has become more powerful, and it will be easier to deal with the Wu Jihui of Cotton Country.
“Master Ouyang, you just need to know the situation. I completely believe that you have the ability anyway.”
“By the way, my son has always wanted to worship you as his master and get your true teachings. I wonder what Master Ouyang thinks about it? "Xindala said, changing the subject.
Of course, he was willing to help Ouyang Jiannan for a reason.
His son was very obsessed with martial arts. Although he joined Tianwu Sect half a year ago, he did not receive personal instruction from Ouyang Jiannan. He took this opportunity to ask Sima Jiannan to make a promise.
"Mr. Mayor, I have already arranged that I will bring Mr. Ling to participate in the Nanyang Martial Arts Conference. Mr. Mayor and his wife will wait to see Mr. Ling's wonderful appearance on TV!"
Ouyang Jiannan continued to write while saying.
"Okay, then please take care of my son in the future, Master Ouyang." Xindala said gratefully.
"It's a piece of cake. There will be many things in Tianwu Sect that will need to be troubled by Mr. Mayor in the future. For example, the Mian Country Martial Arts Conference will become disabled in a few days. At that time, please give some convenience to Mr. Mayor. "
While speaking, Ouyang Jiannan narrowed his eyes and wrote the last stroke.
On a piece of rice paper, four big characters were written, "Leave no armor behind!"