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Chapter 439 Princess Yongning is Omnipotent [1 update]

Farouk clenched his hands suddenly. He stared at Valentino and said through his teeth: "I'll give the Wan Guo Group—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Don't be silly, my brother. They first came to the Valentin family and then found you." Valentino shook his head with pity. "The relationship between you and them is just that of a customer and a salesperson. It's impossible for them to offend the entire Valentin family for you. You'd better agree to my plan."

Although he was the next patriarch appointed by the Valentin family, it had to be admitted that in terms of forging talent, he was indeed not as good as Farouk.

But who can blame him for being born into a noble family and being born to succeed the position of patriarch?

Even a genius like Farouk was destined to be nothing more than a worker for him.

But now, Valentino is no longer satisfied with this.

He wanted to obtain Farouk's reputation as a genius, so he required Farouk to no longer use his own name in future castings, but to cast under his name.

"Farouq, I'm not discussing this with you, I'm informing you." Seeing that Farouk hadn't responded, Valentino knocked on the table impatiently. "Since you were born into the Valentin family, you have to make corresponding contributions to the family. Do you think that your reputation as a genius can be maintained by you alone? Don't dream!"

Farouk was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Even if you are the young patriarch, you are not qualified to snatch my things!"

Being deprived of the right to name is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for a foundry worker.

If all the weapons he forged were taken away by Valentino and shown off in the future, then what would be the meaning of his existence?
"I'll give you three more days." Valentino snorted and laughed, "You are not qualified to make a choice. After three days, either you agree or your hands will be chopped off and used as casting material."

If he had not seen that Farouk indeed possessed an unparalleled talent for casting, he would have killed Farouk when he had disobeyed him time and again.

"Someone come here." Valentino clapped his hands and said coldly, "He must not leave his foundry base for three days until he agrees."

Soon a guard came forward: "Mr. Farouk, please."

Farouk clenched his fists and then lowered them, looking somewhat dejected.

Valentino was right. His last name was Valentin, and since he was in the city of Valentin, he would be under the control of his family.

After returning to the foundry, Farouk locked himself in the room. He did not communicate with anyone and just kept swinging the hammer in silence to continue the second round of forging.

**
It was soon late at night, and the explosion at the auction venue had no impact on the daily lives of the residents of Valentin.

At this time, it was still brightly lit outside.

Ye Wanlan came back from outside and saw Ye Xingli playing chess with Yan Tingfeng.

Because there were no chess pieces, the two of them used pens to draw circles on paper instead.

"We've been chatting for a whole day. What are we talking about?" Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows. "Heizi has taken the wrong path."

"Ah?" Ye Xingli touched his nose and gave up. "It doesn't matter if I took the wrong path. I only learned a little bit. I don't know how to do it at all."

Yan Tingfeng blinked gently: "Brother Ye has talent, as long as he practices a little, he can learn it."

"These leisure and entertainment activities can only wait until I retire." Ye Xingli sighed, "But I don't know if I can live to retirement age."

After all, his work intensity has always been very high, and he is exposed to a lot of radioactive elements.

Many researchers lived their entire lives in anonymity and died in experiments before they could enjoy a peaceful retirement.

"It's time." Ye Wanlan glanced at the time. "I've prepared a helicopter for you. Your assistant is awake and ready to go back to the Global Center. Is there anyone there to pick you up?"

"Yes." Ye Xingli was a little surprised, "Leaving now?"

"Yes, leave now." Ye Wanlan said, "There are still people looking for you in the city, and there are also people waiting in the major airports. You can leave now, but you can't take the normal route."

From Beilu to the Global Center, one must first pass through the airspace above Shenzhou and enter the Nanling Sea area before reaching the destination.

The helicopter arranged by Ye Wanlan will go the opposite way. It will continue northward from the North Land and after passing the Far North, it will reach the Global Center.

"Okay." Ye Xingli said seriously, "When Sister Lan and Director Yan come to the Global Center in the future, I will definitely entertain them well."

Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly: "Yes."

This helicopter uses "stealth" technology, utilizing the principles of light reflection, which allows the entire aircraft to hide its shape and remain undetected during flight.

Ye Xingli boarded the helicopter with his assistant, waved to Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng, and left Beilu.

During the whole journey, Ye Xingli did not dare to close his eyes. It was not until six hours later, when the plane landed in a safe place, that he finally relaxed a little.

He had his own safe house. After changing his equipment in the safe house, he successfully returned to the International Strategic Institute.

It was eight o'clock in the evening at the Global Center. Some researchers had already gone home after get off work, but most of the buildings were still brightly lit.

Ye Xingli did not stop and went straight to the dean's office building. The current dean was nearly eighty years old and would retire from this position by the end of the year at the latest.

"Xingli." After seeing Ye Xingli, the old dean breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes moistened. He patted Ye Xingli's shoulder vigorously and murmured, "It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."

As the youngest S-level researcher at the Institute of International Strategic Studies, too many people are eyeing Ye Xingli.

A genius without power can easily become a victim of the struggle between various forces.

He can protect Ye Xingli for one more year at most. What will happen to Ye Xingli after one year?
"Teacher, I'm sorry to have made you worried." Ye Xingli felt a little guilty, "I'm back, and I brought what we need."

He carefully took out the stone he had won at the auction.

After listening to Ye Xingli's narration, the old dean pushed his glasses and said solemnly: "For your safety, you must not reveal it to a third person. Also, if you find any danger in the middle of studying this stone, stop the research immediately."

"I understand." Ye Xingli nodded. "Teacher, don't worry, I will get enough merits and medals within this year to compete for the position of dean."

The old dean patted his shoulder again, looking kind and saying, "Go."

Ye Xingli returned to his research building, leaned back in his chair and took out his cell phone.

[Crazy Scientist]: Brothers and sisters, I'm back. Sister YN is still reliable. Next I need to worry about what will happen after the old dean retires.

[Brother Fighting Ghosts]: What are you afraid of? Just let Sister Youqian buy out your unit and make you the dean.

[Mad Scientist]: Shut up!

Although the group members often joke like this, they all know one thing in their hearts -

Whether it is the International Institute for Strategic Studies, the World Bank or the G20, although they are all major forces at the center of the world, they are actually checking and balancing each other.

Unless someone can really unite these major forces into a solid block.

Ye Xingli rested for a while, then couldn't wait to pick up the stone and start studying it.

**
Meanwhile, in Hokuriku.

At three o'clock in the morning, Farouk came out of the foundry and was surprised to find Ye Wanlan still sitting in the hall.

"Miss Ye?" He walked forward, "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

"You were in a bad mood after you came back." Ye Wanlan looked at him, "What happened?"

"I..." Farouk was stunned for a moment, his voice tired, "It's an internal family matter."

Finally, he briefly recounted what happened when Valentino came to see him.

"I don't want to be his puppet. Even if I die, I can't tolerate my things being named after other people." As he said this, Farouk couldn't help but shed tears.

Ye Turning's eyelashes lowered.

that power.

This is something that will make everyone obsessed and pursue it madly.

She had tasted the feeling of holding power, and after tasting power, no one wants to give it up.

Because only when power belongs to oneself, then the corresponding money, status... and so on will follow.

But Ye Wanlan also knew clearly that having power did not mean that one had to demonstrate the dignity of power through exploitation and bullying the weak.

On the contrary, those who have power should help these people.

What she wanted was just four words——

The world is unified.

It is never wrong to be greedy for power. Such a vast country is so beautiful, who would not be reluctant to leave?
But how to use power and how to not be blinded by greed after having power is a very difficult thing.

"Miss Ye, don't worry. I promised you that I would repair the Shenwei Gun." Farouk wiped away his tears and whispered, "This is the last thing I can do for you."

From now on, Farouk’s name will no longer be seen in the foundry industry.

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and tapped the table lightly: "Mr. Farouk, are you interested in returning to Shenzhou with me and doing something big?"

She was in need of people to complete what was recorded in the "Book of Revelation".

Good morning~~