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  Leng Bing's ancestors were once a big salt merchant in the late Qing dynasty, and was a well-known big businessman in both Beijing and Shanghai. After the Republic of China was established, the Leng family began to decline, and later moved to Guangdong and Hong Kong to avoid war.

  Until the late 1970s, the Leng family returned to the Mediterranean, and Leng Bingbing's grandfather and several uncles jointly founded the first company of the Leng Financial Group. After two generations of efforts, it developed into a well-known multinational financial group in China.

  The Leng family, although considered a prestigious and respected clan, was not a family of scholars. They were more like wealthy landowners with a slightly rough edge, without too many outdated notions of male superiority and female inferiority. Whoever became the head of the family didn't matter, as long as the new master had the ability to create more benefits for the family.

  The one who took over as the new head of the Leng family was Leng Bingbing. After all, she is a woman and will eventually get married. Now her boyfriend has appeared, and it's on an occasion like today that he was formally introduced by Master Leng Tianyou, which makes it quite intriguing.

  One thing is certain, this mysterious man has won the recognition of Leng Tianyou and may soon become the master of the Leng family. However, is he a puppet or an existence that will grasp the power to control life and death? Everything is unknown.

  The dragon has nine sons, each with different characteristics. One grain of rice can feed a hundred people, even if they are born in the same family and have the same surname, but they may not be able to understand each other's true nature. Just like Ximen Chui Xue practices swordplay, Ximen Qing is good at playing the flute, Li Xun Huan plays with flying knives, and Li Shi Shi dances with a seductive charm.

  People with the same surname as their own family are not reliable, can this man with a different surname be relied upon? Most importantly, will his appearance change the original situation? How much weight will he have in speaking for the Leng family in the future? Leng Bing and others secretly watched Wu Ming, guessing quietly in their hearts.

  The Leng Financial Group was nominally founded by several brothers of the Leng family, but in reality, it has always been dominated by the Leng Bingbing family. They now hold 50% of the group's shares, while Leng Zhenyue, as an elder, holds only 10%, and the rest are scattered among the children of Leng Bingbing's other uncles.

  Since the old generation of the Leng family passed away, the ones standing at the top of the Leng family's pyramid are just those two or three people. How to curry favor and what kind of scale to use to fawn on them, the uncles and brothers of the Leng family have long been familiar with it. However, Wu Ming's appearance disrupted the balance, causing a slight change at the top of the pyramid.

  How to measure the weight of this new brother-in-law? Wu Ming chatted with Leng Zhenyue, and several uncles on Leng's side exchanged a glance, then took turns coming up to hand out their business cards and ask Wu Ming some questions: What's your age this year? Which university did you attend?

  After inquiring and probing, the several cold-blooded uncles exchanged a knowing smile with each other. They all had their own ideas. The little bodyguard who didn't understand business operations was just a pretty face who could get close to the powerful people. As long as they gave him a small share of the benefits, it would be enough for him to smell the sweetness and he wouldn't dare to ask for more.

  After chatting for a while, Wu Ming stood up, gave her a cold glance and said in a stern tone: "Hey! Woman, take me to visit the Leng family's old mansion."

  Leng Bingbing, who was talking to her father, frowned slightly and stood up obediently under Leng Tianyou's gaze. She walked over to Wu Ming's side, like a submissive little daughter-in-law, and accompanied him on the tour of the old mansion with downcast eyes.

  Everyone in the hall was shocked by Wu Ming's obedient appearance, this little white face is not to be underestimated, he is a big eater, in this situation, the affairs of the Leng family may be decided by him from now on, we must raise this issue to a political level, cannot take it lightly, and must study the policy of flattering him carefully.

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  Inside and outside the old mansion of the Leng family, there were nearly forty tables set for a banquet, adding up to three or four hundred people. At this time, the sound of laughter and cheering filled the air, with the sounds of drinking and toasting everywhere.

  Leng Zhenyue clenched his own fist, picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp, sighed: "Fist fears youth, indeed, green comes out of blue. However, don't be proud, we must know that the way of martial arts is very mysterious, being arrogant will only make us practitioners stagnant, just now, I was a bit reckless when I struck, remember, next time, we must find a way to defeat the enemy before striking, this way..."

  A middle-aged man sitting next to him wiped the sweat and interrupted, "We're just playing rock-paper-scissors, do we need to make it so mysterious?"

  Leng Zhenyue's old face turned red with rage, and he scolded angrily: "What do you know, kid? This guessing fist is also a fist, it's also a kind of martial art..."

  "Alright, alright..." Leng Tianyou mediated, glancing at Wu Ming and smiling: "Come on! I'll have a drink with the kid for every two punches!"

  "Wu Ming hurriedly accompanied with a smile: "Good!""

  Don't tell me!

  "I won't!"

  After who knows how many horses, Leng Tianyou, drunk and dizzy, glared at Wu Ming with a thick tongue and cursed: "Calling... not allowing, really not letting... is truly a pit..."

  Leng Bing's father hadn't finished speaking, and he was already drunk and lying on the table. Wu Ming rubbed his nose, not because he didn't want to fight, but because he couldn't afford to lose. He could only win, not lose, no matter how much he drank. The feeling of being drunk was always the same, even if it was his future father-in-law in front of him, and he could only knock him out with one punch.

  He didn't give Wu Ming an inch, directly knocking his father-in-law unconscious. The several uncles sitting at the same table exchanged glances with each other, this kid was a ruthless and cunning mastermind.

  He walked over to the next one, and with a cold shock, Yue Xi laughed and introduced Wu Ming, saying: "Let me introduce you, this is Lao San Jia's eldest son, called Leng Jian, you can call him Jian Shu, come on, let's have a drink."

  Wu Ming, a middle-aged man, smiled and said: "Hello Jian Shu, are you referring to 'jian' as in healthy or 'jian' as in building?"

  Leng Jian shook his head and said in a warm voice: "Neither..."

  Leng Zhenyue waved his hand impatiently and shouted: "Don't care about which sword, just knowing the sound is enough, aren't they all the same?"

  It can't be the same, right? The difference between a swordsman and an archer is like heaven and earth. For example, both swords and arrows can kill people, but a sword can stab someone to death, while an arrow can shoot someone into a wall, with completely different effects. If not explained clearly, it's likely that a lifetime of wisdom will be destroyed in an instant.

  Leng Jian thought for a moment, then glanced at Wu Ming with a serious expression and continued the unfinished conversation: "It's the sword that was dancing with knives."

  Wu Ming nodded and smiled: "Alright, Sword Uncle, let's play rock-paper-scissors!"

  Soon, Wu Ming swept the table with a momentum that overwhelmed everyone, and Leng Zhenyue happily pulled him to fight another table. However, as soon as they left, several old foxes who had been drunk woke up leisurely.

  "Not drunk?"

  "Is this also fake?"

  "I have no choice but to pretend!"

  "This kid seems to be able to guess how many fingers others will put out, it's really weird..." Leng Tianyou cursed and said, then turned to several of his cousins and smiled wryly: "Who's going to go brew a pot of tea? I've really had too much to drink."

  Wu Ming and Leng Zhenyue joined hands to slaughter all around, no one under their command could match them. Even a lady playing with two small bees on a table was left stunned, wherever they went, the tables would be scattered.

  He searched the world for an unbeatable opponent, but sought one defeat that could not be obtained. What kind of loneliness was that? Wu Ming's eyes became increasingly profound, until a man appeared in front of him, making him realize what it meant to have someone outside of people and heaven outside of heaven, scaring him into fleeing in disarray.

  Others have disabilities in their hands, both hands are four fingers, who can guess this shadowless finger?

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  The adults didn't want to play rock-paper-scissors with Wu Ming anymore, so Wu Ming went over to a table of kids. This table was all his cold and distant younger cousins, but Wu Ming, who had never met defeat before, ended up losing at this table.

  Wu Ming played a guessing game with a little boy, the loser had to drink a big cup of beverage. Wu Ming guessed three times in a row and lost, after drinking a cup of juice, he slammed his hand on the table and shouted: "It must be flesh-colored! He's not wearing underwear!"

  The little boy Pippi with a missing front tooth smiled and said: "Still not right!"

  "How is this possible?" Wu Ming said indignantly: "No way! Take it off for me, I suspect you're lying."

  The little boy made a face and said, "How silly! I'm wearing two pairs of underwear, in two different colors."

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  After drinking several large cups of juice, Wu Ming felt his stomach was bloated and urgent to find a place to relieve himself, but there wasn't a suitable place anywhere, the toilets had long queues, if it were just urination, it wouldn't be a big deal, he could just find any place to solve the problem, but that's not the issue!

  Wu Ming ran out of the Leng family's old mansion and coincidentally bumped into Feng Tianming. He showed a hint of surprise, then warmly greeted him: "Hey! Isn't this little brother Tianming?"

  Feng Tianming rolled his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Are you very familiar with him?"

  What an attitude! He's really got some nerve! Wu Ming was full of complaints, but at this moment he was in unbearable abdominal pain and had no time to argue with Feng Tianming. He hastily ran out of the Leng family's old mansion and searched everywhere for a toilet.

  The smell was not afraid of the alley being deep, relying on a nose that was even more spiritual than a dog's, Wu Ming quickly found a simple toilet. This was a small wooden house built on a fish pond, with very turbid water below, emitting a foul odor.

  Lift the curtain, walk into the rickety wooden hut, Wu Ming arrived at a squatting friend with a bright red face. Although it wasn't intentional, he still saw someone's second brother, and then his self-esteem greatly inflated.

  It was a coincidence that they met, and after Wu Ming squatted down, he asked kindly: "Constipated?"

  The neighbor in the next stall cursed word by word: "Shut up, fart!"

  Damn it! Son of a bitch!

  Soon, Wu Ming rubbed his belly and walked out of the toilet with a comfortable expression. The neighbor in the next stall was still on the toilet. He had only taken a few steps when he ran into Feng Tianming, who was walking in the opposite direction. As they brushed past each other, both let out an almost imperceptible grunt.

  Feng Tianming pinched his nose and walked into the latrine, Wu Ming's eyeballs rolled around, and he quietly turned back to the front of the small wooden bridge, using his foot to kick the bridge. The already shaky small wooden house instantly collapsed with a "crash" sound and fell into the foul-smelling pond.

  "Ah......" The two men's shrill screams pierced the sky, Wu Ming pretended to be terrified and ran to the edge of the fish pond, shouting loudly: "Are you guys okay? Come and save me quickly!"

  The small wooden house was originally just a makeshift shed, and the two men who fell into the foul-smelling cesspit didn't suspect Wu Ming at all. They could only secretly curse their bad luck, thinking that as long as they closed their eyes, everything would be fine. So why did they have to enter this particular latrine? It was truly asking for trouble.

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