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Chapter 1198 - 825 boundary water

Chapter 1198: 825 boundary water

The magnificent convoy headed west and finally stopped by the boundary waters between the two cities.

Across the boundary waters is Shencheng, one of the inland economic hubs.

These two cities, significant in Shenzhou, face each other across the water. Once they were close yet far, now they are integrated like blood relatives.

On the boundary waters resembling blood vessels.

A luxurious yacht was moored.

On the shore.

Men in suits lined up in two rows, facing each other, forming a welcoming aisle.

Ye Tingxuan got out of the car, casually walking alone towards the luxurious yacht.

"Uncle Jiang."

When he boarded the ship, he had not yet changed his clothes, wearing a short-sleeve shirt, shorts, and basketball shoes, young and sunny, vastly different from his legendary image.

Thus goes the first principle in dealing with people.

Never judge a book by its cover.

As the sun set, it dyed the boundary waters with a shimmering orange, reflecting the high-rise buildings of Shencheng on the opposite shore, creating a magnificent scene.

On the deck.

The two sat by a small white round table.

One of them, seeing Ye Tingxuan board the ship, raised a serene smile and greeted: "Have a seat."

Ye Tingxuan walked towards them in a leisurely manner, sat down boldly, ignoring Xiang Yonghua who was also sitting there, and didn’t seem surprised to see Xiang Yonghua there either.

"Aren’t you cold wearing so little?"

The speaker, Uncle Jiang, seemed to be the main guest today, apparently younger than Xiang Yonghua sitting beside him, but one could tell from his graying temples that he was not young.

"I was just playing basketball and didn’t have time to change, didn’t want to keep Uncle Jiang waiting."

If Jiang Chen were here, he would probably be surprised.

It’s hard to imagine Young Prince Ye being so polite.

And.

From his demeanor and tone, one could tell it wasn’t an act.

"Bring a jacket over here."

"Uncle Jiang, no need, it’s nice to catch a bit of wind."

"It’ll get cold in a bit, being young, you should take care of yourself."

Ye Tingxuan chuckled and did not refuse again.

A man in a suit brought over a coat.

Ye Tingxuan put it on, pairing it with basketball shoes and shorts, looking particularly mismatched.

But on Young Master, such odd looks weren’t surprising anymore.

"Bring a bottle of water, just mineral water is fine, I’m thirsty."

Ye Tingxuan instructed, treating himself not as an outsider, still treating Xiang Yonghua next to him like air until now.

Mr. Xiang, who could call the wind and summon the rain in Gangcheng, also didn’t mind; he was neither angry nor did he give a glance.

Water was brought over.

"Thank you."

Ye Tingxuan was very polite, gave a fashionable thanks, unscrewed the bottle, likely because he had sweated a lot from the intense activity just now, gulped down the water, finishing off more than half the bottle in one go.

"Haven’t had your meal yet? What would you like to eat?"

Uncle Jiang asked.

The yacht hosts a professional top-notch culinary team.

Ye Tingxuan put down the water bottle, wiped his mouth, took a comfortable breath, and then shook his head: "Just played basketball, can’t eat right now."

Uncle Jiang smiled, "Quite a change, paying attention to health now."

Ye Tingxuan shyly smiled, "Not really, it’s mainly because Uncle Jiang’s grand entrance made it a bit hard for me to eat."

"You still get scared?"

"Uncle Jiang, when I was young, I didn’t understand much, but people grow up, I’ve matured now."

Perhaps truly influenced by proximity to cinnabar, Young Prince Ye at that moment indeed seemed to possess some charm of another. Sitting over the boundary waters, he toyed with a water bottle and solemnly remarked: "The more mature a person gets, the more timid they become."

"If you don’t believe it, Uncle Jiang, you can ask Mr. Xiang."

Fortunately, it wasn’t completely ignored.

Last time, the bigwig from the Xiang Family really scared him badly, almost making him call the Flying Tigers Team.

Jiang Uncle gave a leisurely smile and leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands on his lap.

"Things are different now, Gangcheng is safe and stable now. It’s not much different from the inland. Every tourist who comes to Gangcheng says so, what is there to be afraid of?"

Ye Tingxuan nodded in deep agreement, "Uncle Jiang, I totally agree with you. Gangcheng’s current state is all thanks to your contributions."

"You kiddo."

Jiang Uncle laughed: "I can’t really wear such a tall hat, the state Gangcheng is in today is not the work of one person, but the joint effort of the people of Gangcheng."

"Uncle Jiang, if I hadn’t drunk too much yesterday, just for that sentence of yours, I would definitely toast to you."

Ye Tingxuan looked with an admiration that betrayed no flaws, "Having Uncle Jiang in Gangcheng is truly a blessing for Gangcheng!"

As everyone knows.

Young Prince Ye is not someone who likes to babble nonsense.

Put in another way.

He’s also not that good at flattering.

So, the words that come from his mouth might not be completely true, but they can’t be completely false either.

The Xiang Family sought out Mr. Guo.

So far, it has not been effective.

This time, they’ve brought in new backup.

From a logical judgment.

This Mr. Jiang, who’s about fifty or so, in terms of status and position, is definitely more significant than the prestigious Guo family.

Moreover.

Not everyone has the privilege to be respectfully called ’uncle’ by Young Prince Ye.

Those so-called famous families of Gangcheng that are legendary?

They are nothing!

If it were them, Young Master probably would have already agreed to meet with Jiang Chen by now, not giving them any attention.

The general public only sees the surface society.

It’s just like how no one recognized Young Master Ye while he was playing basketball earlier, but if it were Hippo founder Bian Zaide or Kangaroo CEO Yu Fen, known wealth leaders, they would probably be surrounded for autographs.

The real powerhouses don’t show themselves onshore, they always hide deep under water.

Those publicly "revered" great families of Gangcheng.

Of course.

They are definitely impressive.

They stomp their feet, and all of Gangcheng trembles thrice.

But just like truly wealthy people never want others to know how rich they are.

The real stabilizers of Gangcheng are destined to be relatively unknown.

But the common people don’t understand, could Young Prince Ye not see through?

He took another sip of water from his bottle, his face lightly smiling as he glanced at the quietly seated Xiang Yonghua.

A great reputation does not come with falsehood.

Underestimating him.

Jiang Zhenghua, somewhat helpless, said with a smile: "You matured indeed, slickness is also a part of maturing."

"Uncle Jiang, you really shouldn’t speak so poorly of people."

Ye Tingxuan showed displeasure and even made a motion as if to get up.

Seeing this, the silently observing Xiang Yonghua couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Could this Young Master really be so reckless?

Not even giving face to Mr. Jiang?

If Mr. Jiang can’t make a difference, then in all of Gangcheng, it would be hard for Xiang Yonghua to think of anyone else who could make a difference.

Just when the heart of this once-commanding leader of The Jianghu, and still a bigwig of the Xiang Family, sunk slightly, he immediately saw an unexpected scene.

The Young Master wasn’t planning to leave, but instead faced the brightly lit city, grasping his arm, and started stretching.

"Got tired, need to stretch a bit."