This farce scene did not involve Yang Jing's energy.

If it weren't for what Fujita Nakaji said so annoyingly, Yang Jing wouldn't have gone crazy. If these problems were raised by a Russian reporter, Yang Jing might have said such intense words because he felt that he was in a vain. After all, most of these things were dug out from the territory of the Russians, which is a fact that cannot be changed.

But why do you, a Japanese journalist, say irrelevant to these treasures? The most important thing is that the ugly face that Fujita Nakaji clearly wants to swallow these treasures alone.

Yang Jing absolutely cannot tolerate this matter.

Wang Jiazan dared not say that, but he didn't care about Yang Jing at all. First of all, his nationality has not been signed back yet, and he is still a Cypriot "Western person". Secondly, Yang Jing's greatest confidence in his daring to get angry, that is, the huge power of Pacific Capital in Japan.

Yang Jing said to Fujita Nakaji when he got angry. It is not an exaggeration to say anything in Japan, a strange country. If all the guys in the cabinet were arrested, I dare not say that all of them were unclean, but there were definitely more than 98% of them, and they were shit at one touch.

Pacific Capital has been in Japan for so many years, not only in terms of economics, but also in terms of politics, Pacific Capital has also been very deep. The braids of those senior officials are all in Harrison and Johnson's hands. If you dare to be honest, you will definitely be able to shake it all for you.

So those guys with ulterior motives dare to blow up the thorns at Yang Jing. Yang Jing never minds pulling out the thorns directly, and he also has to cut off a piece of the flesh under the thorns!

Yang Jing now has the capital and the ability to do these things. And Yang Jing doesn't even need to deliberately tell her to do this kind of thing. Harrison Johnson got everything done.

Just kidding, Harrison Johnson knew very well that his little boss was not young, but this little boss was really similar to the big boss in the past. Whether it was his personality or his skills, they were almost all carved from the same mold.

If the boss asked the boss to personally explain how to deal with the subsequent matters, then his Pacific Capital's CEO would be quite unqualified. So Harrison Johnson immediately used a little bit of resources in his hand and gave the relevant person a "small" warning!

Therefore, Fujita Nakaji's incident did not have any major impact on Yang Jing. It just made him eat less steamed buns at noon because he was angry...

Even if he had the energy, he would not use it in this regard. Mr. Wang and Mr. Song rushed over from Yanjing and escorted the Nine Cauldrons of Dayu and the Twelve Qin Jinmen imitated by Wu Zetian, and the four masters of Yang Jing were also here.

Yang Jing immediately put all his energy here.

"Master, if you have bad teeth, then try the steamed pork with rice noodles here. It is absolutely fat but not greasy, and melts in your mouth. It is especially suitable for elderly people like you who have bad teeth."

"Master Three, if you like to eat sour things, then try this vinegar and sliver wood beard, which is very authentic..."

"Fourth Master..."

Seeing this only apprentice busy there, the old men sighed at the same time. Master Liu said, "Xiao Jing, don't be busy. We are not useless people who can't move. We can use chopsticks ourselves. But you kid, you have caused such a thing the day before yesterday. Do you know how worried we old men?"

"Hehe, Master, I can't help but be young. What that guy said is so hateful. He dares to say that these treasures are from them. This matter is absolutely unbearable. Otherwise, what other tricks would be done by those guys."

Old Song, who was eating with relish, smiled and said, "Old Liu, Lao Xiao, and you guys, don't make things difficult for Xiao Yang. Although I am an old woman, I also think Xiao Yang is doing this right. Others are arrogant. If we don't fight back, the world would think we are just being squeezed by mud. Xiao Yang, come on, my old woman toast you with a drink, you will give us ordinary people a strong breath, and I am supporting you!"

Mr. Song is a senior expert and master in archaeology at the Palace Museum. Although she is a woman and is over 60 years old, about the same age as the fourth master Cai Yi, this old lady is as fierce as fire and the kind of person who can't rub sand in her eyes.

Mr. Song was from Northeast China. The Japanese devils were very troubled by the Northeast China. Mr. Song's grandparents were killed by the Japanese devils, so she was born with no good feelings for Japan. In addition, the last time she explored Wu Zetianling together, which made Mr. Song feel very good about Yang Jing.

Yang Jing quickly picked up the wine glass and bowed his waist slightly and said, "Old Song, don't let me go astray. No matter who encounters this kind of thing, I'm just a coincidence. Mr. Song, I'll toast you with this glass of wine."

Mr. Song generously sipped through the height of the Moutai in the cup, and then smiled and said, "Old Liu, Lao Xiao, I now understand why you four had to accept Xiao Yang, a disciple. I'm all jealous now. Such a good disciple is really hard to find with a lantern."

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "Old Song, you'll just look at this kid, but you've never seen the foolish things this kid does. It's like this time, I almost made a big mistake. Xiao Jing, you can't get angry so casually in the future. Your status is different now. Don't leave any handle on what you say."

Yang Jing nodded with a pleasing look. Of course he knew that this was the master who said these words for his own good. Who would have said these things if it were outsiders? So Yang Jing would not talk back to the masters, just listen honestly.

However, Mr. Wang was very interested in what Yang Jing said. Although this old man was over seventy years old, he became more and more childish as he got older, and his curiosity became stronger and stronger.

After blinking at Yang Jing twice, Mr. Wang pretended to be mysterious and asked, "Xiao Yang, tell me, are the words you said when you got angry with that little Japanese that day true?"

Yang Jing pretended to be stupid: "Old Wang, what are you saying?"

"You little brat, are you pretending to me? I mean what you said, 'If he dares to blow up the sting at me, I will get him off the stage tomorrow'? Tsk tsk, you probably don't know how much sensation your words have caused in our country. How many people are calling you online."

"Yeah, old man, you know how to call? You are so fashionable."

"Tsk, although my old man is old, he is not old enough to know nothing. And my little granddaughter talks about those online nouns in my ears all day long, and I can't even know it. Oh, Xiaojing, don't distract the topic, I'll ask you, is what you said true? Or are you bragging?"

When Mr. Liu heard this, he stopped doing it, "I said, "Boss Lao Wang, why did my disciple brag? Isn't it just a broken prime minister? He really dares to blow up the thorns, and our Xiaojing can really let him step down."

Although Yang Jing’s other three masters did not speak, the expression on their faces was undoubtedly revealed, which was a very recognition of what their disciple said.

"Okay, okay, your master and apprentice are joining together to ups and downs, and I won't tell you anymore."

Old Song laughed and said, "Old Wang, and my old woman, I also believe that Xiao Yang can do what he said. Even if he can't do it, I will still support Xiao Yang. At least what he said is too satisfying, and I, the old woman, feels satisfied."

"Tsk, you five of you are going up and down me? OK, I can't tell you, let's drink! I see who you dare to fight with me to drink one-on-one! Hahaha..."

Listening to Old Man Wang's evil laughter, Yang Jing couldn't help but get goose bumps. This old man was cruel enough. He knew that he could not tell the other five, but they knew to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. Although Mr. Wang was in his seventies, he was the best alcohol tolerance in the entire Palace Museum. In his seventies, he would have nothing to do with killing half a pound of 53 degrees of Feitian in a meal. If he had performed a little, half a pound of alcohol would be no problem.

Sure enough, when Mr. Wang proposed to have a drink, the others immediately stopped talking and turned around to talk about something else, which made Yang Jing laugh.

These old men are getting younger and younger as they get older. They are so funny...
Chapter completed!