Chapter 288: The Man Standing at the Top of the Pyramid!

Getting closer, Yang Yi could smell a faint fragrance of jasmine-flowers, very faint, but he could really smell it. Observing the little girl up close, Yang Yi realized that there was a very shallow red mole on her forehead, which would not be visible at all if she didn't look at it closely. It's like the cinnabar that beautiful women in ancient times lit up on their heads. What attracted Yang Yi the most was his clear, bright eyes. Without the slightest impurity, it is like a pool of autumn water on the Tianshan Mountain, so clear that people can fall into it. Yang Yi can see her very handsome shadow from her eyeballs. It's the first time Yang Yi has seen such a heart-pounding eye, and he unconsciously took a few more looks. Coupled with her delicate nose and small mouth, it is simply a beautiful artistic painting. When she grows up, she is a beauty who brings disaster to the country and the people. Yang Yi couldn't help but mutter.

The little girl saw Yang Yi leaning his big face in front of her, looked at herself in a daze, and took a few steps back with a little fear. With a puzzled face, he asked, "Are you really a star?"

"Naturally it's true!" Yang Yi nodded very seriously, he had looked in the mirror very seriously, so he was still a little confident in his appearance. Especially those eyes, they are not bright, but they have a sense of vicissitudes. It's all a story. The vicissitudes of life are not something that ordinary people can imitate. Therefore, Yang Yi felt that if he acted in a movie, he would definitely make those so-called movie stars and actors have low self-esteem to death. is now mistaken for a star by a teenage Lori, Yang Yi is so happy in his heart.

The little girl looked at Yang Yi very seriously, frowned and said, "Then why haven't I seen you on TV?" It seems that he is not as handsome as Aaron Kwok, nor does he have the temperament of Donnie Yen. How can it be a star?"

Grass, Lao Tzu is so manly, you actually say that you are not handsome and have no temperament. What kind of eyes is this? Although brother is not a star, it is because brother is unwilling to be that broken star, do you understand? Yang Yihuo, if he hadn't seen this little girl come out of He Fuqiang's room, he would have really pulled this girl to a place where no one --- prove who is handsome and who has temperament. Yang Yi's eyes widened, smiled hypocritically, and said, "If I wasn't a star, how could I be with your sister Fei'er? ”

The little girl glanced at Yang Yi suspiciously, turned her head to look at Song Yanfeng behind Yang Yi, and asked with a look of hope, "Uncle Song, is what he said true?"

Song Yanfeng kept looking at the two with a smile on his face, and asked when he saw the little girl. He glanced at Yang Yi with some embarrassment, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know, you know that I'm busy with work and don't have much time to look at these things." ”

"Oh, forget it then. I'll find out when I ask Sister Fei'er later. The little girl glanced at Yang Yi with a little disappointment, and then turned around and went into the room to lie on the sofa and watch TV. There is no intention to entertain Yang Yi as a guest.

As soon as Yang Yi followed Song Yanfeng into the room, he saw the old man coming down from the second floor with a smile. He was wearing a slightly quaint gray tunic, and his all-white hair was shiny and shiny. Although the clothes have been eliminated for many years, wearing them on the old man's body at this moment not only does not make people feel weird, but it makes the old man feel much more energetic.

"Hehe, Xiao Yang is here, let's sit down first. Take a sip of tea and let's go. He Fuqiang said kindly while fastening the buttons that had not yet been fastened. Although his body unconsciously exudes the breath of some superiors, he does not have that heavy sense of oppression.

Yang Yi nodded slightly, and then sat quietly on the left side of the little girl. The little girl winked at Yang Yi slightly, and then looked at the TV intently. Yang Yi glanced at it with some curiosity, and almost couldn't help laughing. This little girl is actually watching "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf", which is too --- naïve.

The little girl looked at Yang Yi as if she was smiling, and couldn't help but glare at Yang Yi fiercely. Song Yanfeng ran over and made a cup of tea for He Fuqiang and Yang Yi each. Yang Yi said, then hurriedly raised his butt slightly, and took the tea in his hands with both hands. He Fuqiang, who was watching, nodded secretly.

When the little girl saw He Fuqiang coming down from upstairs, she hurriedly got up from the sofa, called her grandfather playfully, and pulled He Fuqiang to her side and sat down. Then he stuck out his tongue at Yangyi as if demonstrating.

Yang Yi secretly laughed at it, this little girl's childlike innocence is not ordinary.

He Fuqiang sat down, glanced at the little girl beside him with a doting face, and said, "Xiao Yang, this is my granddaughter Lingling." Lingling, called Brother Yang. ”

Lingling wrinkled her small nose and glanced at Yang Yi, and reluctantly called Brother Yang. Yang Yi didn't dare to make an inch, and nodded slightly.

"Xiao Yang, this is the second time we've met, right? If it weren't for you last time, I would probably have to explain this old bone. He Fuqiang looked at Yang Yi with a sigh on his face, and when he thought of the last time he was notified of his critical illness by the doctor, he couldn't help but feel palpitations. If he hadn't happened to meet Yang Yi, he would probably have been a cup of loess by now. He Fuqiang still has the examination report of the hospital, which really means something different to him.

"The old man is blessed with a great life, even if I don't go, it must be fine. Yang Yi said with a little modesty. Anyway, I don't need money for sycophants, and I don't have much to lose by taking a few more shots.

The smile on He Fuqiang's face did not decrease, and his eyes became more and more cordial when he looked at Yangyi. Since he came back from Province J, he has checked Yangyi's identity background and has been paying attention to Yangyi's every move. The more time passed, the more curious He Fuqiang felt about Yang Yi. Being able to lay a piece of his own in J Province in just a few months shows that his ability is extraordinary. What surprised He Fuqiang the most was the kind of cosmetics and wine developed by Yang Yi, which he had carefully studied, and the result was that not only did not cause any harm to the human body, but also had the magical effect of beauty and longevity. If he hadn't seen Yang Yi's miraculous medical skills, he wouldn't have believed that this was a secret recipe made by Yang Yi alone. He studied medicine and knew that this thing could not be matched by saying that it was matched. Chinese medicine is amazing, but it's also complicated. It is necessary to consider not only the medicinal properties, but also the dosage, which will affect the final result. Each recipe is formulated after hundreds of trials and errors, and it is not possible for one person or team to develop it in a month or two. But Yang Yi just studied it and sold well. This made He Fuqiang's admired five-body body throw to the ground, and at the same time, he felt so ashamed. A person who has lived for most of his life is not as good as a young man in his early twenties, and he has lived to a dog all these years.

The two didn't stay long before they got up and went to Zhongnanhai, and along the way, He Fuqiang was like an old man next door, constantly introducing Yang Yi to some things to pay attention to. Song Yanfeng, who watched as a driver, was envious, jealous and hateful, he had been a driver for the old man for so many years, and he had never seen the old man treat him so well.

Yang Yi never knew that the original national leaders lived here, and after several inspections, the two of them successfully entered this for Yang Yi to only exist in the legendary Zhongnanhai. As soon as he entered, Yang Yi couldn't help but look suspiciously at a small courtyard on the left. Although he couldn't see who lived inside, the constant bursts of coercion in that courtyard still made Yang Yi's breathing unconsciously stagnate, and this kind of spiritual oppression was far greater than the breath of the ancestors of the Liu family. Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh secretly, no wonder the head of the country lives here, there is the existence in the courtyard, and no one dares to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

An old man sat under the big locust tree in the courtyard on the left, as if he felt Yang Yi's surprise, his eyes couldn't help flashing, he stroked his beard, and smiled at the empty courtyard: "Sure enough, it's an interesting young man!"

"What's wrong?" He Fuqiang looked at Yang Yi with some concern, he naturally didn't know that there were not only those people living here, but also more powerful people.

"It's fine. Yang Yi smiled reluctantly, looking at He Fuqiang's appearance, he could guess that he definitely didn't know that there was such a special existence, and it was in vain to ask if he asked. Besides, the more you know, the faster you die. Yang Yi didn't want to die young.

He Fuqiang took Yang Yi to a small courtyard that looked ordinary, and there was a man in his thirties with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes waiting at the door, and when he saw the two coming, he just nodded slightly as a greeting, and then introduced the two into the room and retreated on his own.

The room is not very big, the furnishings inside are all ancient things, the table is the ancient carved rosewood table, and the chair is also the ancient Taishi chair. Inside, against the wall, there is a large bookcase, on which a dazzling array of books, both ancient and modern, are displayed. There is a large screen diagonally by the window, Yang Yi doesn't know anything about antiques, so he doesn't know what age it is. But it should be worth a lot of money to be able to put it here.

Next to the big round table sat a middle-aged man with a quiet smile, quietly holding a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", looking at it very seriously, and writing and drawing on it with a pen from time to time. Like an old pedant who is doing learning. Dressed in a black suit and a red and white tie, exactly like what appeared on TV. The hair is black and shiny, the standard Chinese character face, and the eyes are not big, but they are very divine. It's like with a kind of magic, which makes it easy for people to fall into it, and Yang Yi doesn't even dare to look directly into a man's eyes.

As soon as Yang Yi followed He Fuqiang into the room, a strong message from the superior came to his face, and Yang Yi was almost out of breath. This is different from the coercion that I encountered at the gate outside the courtyard just now, that kind of coercion is just scary, but this breath seems to come from the bottom of my heart. Frightened, Yang Yi had to look at the man again. Maybe he was too engrossed in reading, and the man didn't seem to notice anyone coming in, and he still buried his head and read his book by himself, without even blinking his eyelids.

"Is this the man standing at the top of the pyramid? It doesn't look like anything special, it's all one nose and two eyes. Yang Yi looked at the man who was still silent in the book and muttered.