The news of Zhang Biao breaking into Fragrance Hall alone to save Gao Xiaohu spread throughout the capital in just one night.
In the history of the capital, only the head of the Azure Dragon Hall, Du Yong, had such glory.
Back then, Du Yong had also barged into the First Heaven Hall to save his kowtowing brother. He had left half of his little finger to the First Heaven Hall's Hall Master, Xiao Tianming. Later, Xiao Tianming and Tianyi Hall were destroyed by Du Yong. After people heard about Zhang Biao's incident, someone made a high-profile claim: In less than ten years, Zhang Biao would be the next Du Yong, and the Jixiang Hall and its leader, Fatty Cheng, would be the next Tianyi Hall and Xiao Tianming.
After learning about Zhang Biao's incident, the first and only leader of the Azure Dragon Hall, Du Yong, who was now nearly seventy years old, personally ordered someone to invite Zhang Biao to his residence, the Du Residence.
The Du Residence was built in the center of the capital. Beside it was the capital.
Zhang Biao also liked to come here for a stroll. Of course, he couldn't enter the Du Residence before, but he had already shared a novel with a few people. He felt happy just by looking at the Du Residence. He had also said that he would build his own Zhang Residence in the future. His Zhang Residence was built on the other side of the capital. Now, there was a department store on the other side of the capital. Of course, it was a very big department store!
"Little brother, the younger generation is indeed formidable!" Although Du Yong was almost seventy years old, in Zhang Biao's eyes, his body was as strong as a young man. No wonder he married another wife before the New Year. With such a body, let alone one wife, he could completely withstand three or five!
"Boss Du, you flatter me!" Some of Zhang Biao's peers chased after movie stars, while others chased after celebrities. The only person Zhang Biao was fascinated by was the leader of the Azure Dragon Hall, Du Yong. He, Zhang Biao, could almost recite a book that Du Yong had written when he was sixty. His sister, Zhang Xiaomin, said," If her brother had such a memory when he was studying, how could he have become like this? Zhang Xiaomin hated Zhang Biao coming to the gang. Being a gangster in the gang was not a glorious and noble profession.
"Ha ha-young man, sit wherever you like-don't be so restrained!”Du Yong handed a glass of wine to Zhang Biao.
Zhang Biao took it and drank it in one gulp, as if he was drinking white wine."Boss Du, white wine is more refreshing!”
"Alright!" Du Yong leaned back on the sofa and clapped his hands."This old man's temperament is right!" Then, he also drank the wine in his hand like Zhang Biao, but a violent cough came out of his throat. The wife beside Du Yong was so flustered that she massaged his back and chest. After a long time, Du Yong's coughing gradually calmed down."Looks like I can't refuse to be old!" Du Yong took the wet towel from his wife and wiped his mouth. He said calmly,""Which hall is this young man from?”
"Zhang Biao is useless. He works in Brother Da's Rising Dragon Hall!”Zhang Biao replied in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
"Have you entered the hall to offer incense?" Du Yong asked. This was the rule at the entrance of each hall. Only the disciples who entered the hall and offered incense were considered to be members of the Zhenzhen Hall. If one did not enter the hall to offer incense and did not worship the founder of the hall, they could only be considered a nominal disciple. A nominal disciple could transfer to another hall without having to bear the crime of betraying the hall.
"Not yet!" Brother Da had said that if Zhang Biao performed well this year, he would hold an incense ceremony for him at the end of the year.
"Do you have any intention of joining my Azure Dragon Hall?”Du Yong had written in his recollections that the Azure Dragon Hall had only achieved what it had today because of two things. The first was the hard work of his brothers who were loyal to him. The second was the result of relying on Du Yong's network talent and putting talent in an important position. He defined himself as Du Yong's life was a life of loving talent!
"Brother Da saved Zhang Biao's life!" It was the dream of many Daoists to be able to impress Du Yong, the leader of the Azure Dragon Hall! But Zhang Biao didn't hesitate for even a second before saying the words he had just said---Why? Brother Da had saved his life, and he had to repay his debt of gratitude. This was the least he could do as a rascal. Without this, a rascal could no longer be called a rascal. This was what Zhang Biao had always thought.
"Oh-I see!" A hint of disappointment flashed through Du Yong's deep and sharp eyes."Then how about the old man and the young man become brothers with different surnames?”Du Yong always felt that Zhang Biao's future was limitless. In this life, Du Yong's senses and vision had always been very accurate.
"What?" Zhang Biao was really excited this time. He sat up from the sofa and said,"Boss Du, Zhang Biao didn't hear wrongly, did he?”
"You didn't hear wrongly!" Du Yong also stood up." As long as Little Brother agrees, I will immediately open the incense hall and prepare for the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony!"”
It seemed that this was true. Zhang Biao secretly pinched his thigh. It hurt, it hurt! It was so painful that he almost cried out. This was not an illusory dream. Every scene and every conversation just now could not be more real.
Zhang Biao and Du Yong kowtowed and bled in front of the golden statue of Grand Master Guan. Du Yong had made a total of twelve brothers with different surnames in his life, and this time, including Zhang Biao, there were thirteen. And because of this arrangement, Zhang Biao was called the Thirteenth Master by the disciples of Azure Dragon Hall---because Zhang Biao was not a member of Azure Dragon Hall, he could only get this title. However, this title of Thirteenth Master was quite a famous name in the capital.
Du Yong also said that if Zhang Biao could switch to Azure Dragon Hall, Du Yong would give him one-fifth of Juedai Entertainment's shares. Juedai Entertainment was not only a top company in the capital, Hualong Country, but also in Asia and the entire world. After the incident, Little Zhuge Mochao did a simple calculation for Zhang Biao. The one-fifth of Juedai Entertainment's shares combined into cash was five billion yuan. If Zhang Biao were to count these five billion yuan one by one, he might have to count for a lifetime. If they were all pressed on Zhang Biao's back, he would immediately let this 5 billion be pressed into a photo.
Mo Chao stopped calculating as he calculated. Not only did he stop calculating, he even hugged the calculator and cried. As she cried, she muttered,"Damn it, if only our Mo Chao could be crushed to death by money!"”
"What are you crying for!" Zhang Biao kicked the stool that Mo Chao was sitting on, and the leg of the stool broke.
Mo Chao, who was sitting on the stool, immediately stopped wailing and jumped away like a cat. Then, he turned around and looked at the stool lying on the ground. He wailed again,"Boss, I just bought this. Do you know it's very expensive? I, Mo Chao, ate less instant noodles for a few days before I bought this stool!”
"Continue!" Zhang Biao smiled evilly as he rubbed his fists. Mo Chao's wailing stopped abruptly.
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