"sit down."
Mr. Meng glanced at Jiang Bai over Zhao Wuji, a little surprised, and then said with a smile, looking very easy-going, pointing to the sofa for Zhao Wuji and the others to sit down.
"good."
Zhao Wuji was also casual, and it was obvious that he had a good relationship with Mr. Meng.
No... It can even be said to be quite good.
After hearing what Mr. Meng said, he laughed and leaned directly on the sofa, raising his legs quite casually.
On the other hand, Director Sun, who was chatting and laughing just now, although still smiling, is sitting as upright as Wang Bao at the moment, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Compared with Zhao Wuji, he is far different.
Jiang Bai didn't hesitate and sat down.
There were four or five people sitting on the large sofa, which didn't seem crowded at all. Jiang Bai just sat there casually.
The nervousness of their first acquaintance has passed, but Jiang Bai is the most relaxed among the people, except for Zhao Wuji, and his sitting posture is not so formal.
As soon as a few people sat down, two little nannies brought tea. The aroma was pleasant. It was obviously an excellent special variety that ordinary people could not buy in the market.
"You kid, you haven't come to see me for a few years, right? This time you look good and can actually walk? I thought you were going to walk ahead of me, this old guy, but now it seems you don't have to worry, otherwise I'm an old guy going to see you off, but I don't know if I can survive it."
Mr. Meng also came over after several people sat down, and sat down on the single sofa to the left of Jiang Bai and the others. Then he glanced at Zhao Wuji, who had his legs crossed, and said with a smile.
"I'm lucky to be alive. I don't know how long I can survive, but there will be no problems for at least a year. I should be able to be like a normal person within a year."
Zhao Wuji stopped his smile, glanced at Mr. Meng, and then whispered.
This surprised Jiang Bai.
Logically speaking, Zhao Wuji should not have spoken out about this matter, no matter how close the relationship was.
"Your father left early, and you have to leave too? Is there no way?"
Elder Meng looked a little sad, glanced at Zhao Wuji, and asked.
"Listen to fate and do your best! I am actually very satisfied that I can be healthy and healthy for a year. This is all due to Jiang Bai."
Zhao Wuji laughed, then patted Jiang Bai beside him and said nonchalantly.
Meng Lao glanced at Jiang Bai in surprise, and then fell into silence. He stretched out his hand as if he was looking for something. Director Sun here quickly took out a cigarette and lit it for him before returning to his seat.
After taking a few puffs, Mr. Meng glanced at Zhao Wuji: "How about... I give Xu Changsheng a call. I think he will give it to me because of my old guy's face..."
"no!"
With one sentence, Zhao Wuji, who had been chatting and laughing just now, suddenly changed his face and immediately refused seriously.
He was extremely resistant to Mr. Meng's proposal, which could be seen from his performance.
You know, Zhao Wuji has always shown his emotions and anger, and Jiang Bai has never seen him face something so seriously.
This made Jiang Bai even more curious about Xu Changsheng.
What kind of person could make Zhao Wuji have such a big reaction? And from the looks of it, Zhao Wuji's injury is inseparable from Xu Changsheng.
What makes Jiang Bai even more curious is that Mr. Meng used the word "should" when he mentioned Xu Changsheng just now. This means that even if Mr. Meng calls Xu Changsheng, he is not sure that the other party will listen. This makes Jiang Bai confused. For surprise.
You know, with Mr. Meng's identity, even if he calls the top figures in Xiyuan, the other party will not refuse his request, but if he calls Xu Changsheng, the other party may refuse
What is this concept...
Jiang Bai no longer dared to think about it.
"My old man has two sons. One is biological and useless, and the other is adopted and treated as his own.
When I adopted your father, I have always kept him by my side. He is the one who loves me the most. Among the grandchildren, you are also the most important to me. He has left, so you are left alone. For you, what does it matter if I give up my old face for once? of! "
Elder Meng's angry face also appeared, and he seemed quite dissatisfied with Zhao Wuji's rejection.
At the same time, this sentence also gave Jiang Bai a preliminary understanding of the relationship between Meng Lao and Zhao Wuji.
No wonder he seemed so casual when he came here. With this kind of relationship, they are a family.
"That man has a weird personality. Even if you beg him, it may not work. He said back then that it is useless no matter who comes to him. He will not give anyone my face, so why should you go and do it for me? Face? I have lived for more than ninety years, when have I asked for help
Besides... As long as Xiaobai is here, I may not be in trouble. You see, it's all thanks to Xiaobai that I am alive and well now. I may not be able to live again in the future, so why should I ask him now? "
Zhao Wuji's tone softened a lot, he sighed, and said this, which pushed Jiang Bai to the front desk.
Jiang Bai was even more speechless.
How could he have the ability to save Zhao Wuji? Isn’t this guy talking nonsense
Even if he could...he doesn't have that much prestige.
"Oh? This is the kid you said you wanted to bring to see me?"
Without getting entangled with Zhao Wuji on this issue, Mr. Meng changed quickly, and then looked at Jiang Bai, with kindness in his eyes, and looked at Jiang Bai up and down with interest, as if what happened before had never happened.
If the word "kid" is said from other people's mouth, Jiang Bai will immediately get angry, but when it is said from Meng Lao's mouth, there is no sense of violation. Jiang Bai himself feels that it is natural and even a little cordial.
"Yes, I plan to leave my posthumous affairs to Xiaobai.
Let me put it bluntly, you don’t have many days left. My life is precarious. I don’t count on my brother-in-law. With you, I am as stable as a mountain. If you don’t, you will fall apart immediately. I shouldn’t say it. Just one Li Qing Even the Emperor may not be able to fight him.
As for my generation... Haha, let's not mention it. Once I walk in front of you, I want to entrust things to Xiaobai. He is trustworthy, so I brought him to see you. "Zhao Wuji was also unambiguous and said with a smile.
But when he said these words, Director Sun felt a little uncomfortable. On the contrary, Mr. Meng didn't take it seriously and fell into deep thought after hearing these words.
After a while, he nodded, and then glanced at Jiang Bai: "Young man, I know your situation. Frankly speaking, you are amazingly talented, especially since you recently entered Tiandu University and became a professor, which Fang Tianru was full of praise for. , I think some of your views are very good. They have given us some warnings and can be incorporated into future policy formulation. Wuji entrusting you with his posthumous affairs is a good choice, but... there is one thing I want to ask. Ask you, you have to answer honestly."
"You say."
"Is there any way to save Wuji?"
Meng Lao looked straight at Jiang Bai in front of him and asked.
"Yes, but I don't have much hope, I'm not sure.
Now that I'm here, I won't hide it anymore. I only have a superficial knowledge of medical skills, and my master is not good at it either. This time, I can rely on the elixir passed down by the ancestors of the sect, but there is only one pill. Life extension for one year.
If I want to save him, I have to find a way to find my uncle. He is proficient in medical skills, and the sect’s medical heritage is in his body. As long as he is here, there should be hope, but... where he is, my master and I don’t know, even I've never met him, so the chances are slim. "
Jiang Bai thought for a while, gave such an answer, and then lied.
Whether he can save Zhao Wuji will depend on the opportunity. If Jiang Bai can have enough prestige, he won't mind saving Zhao Wuji.
But he doesn't have it yet. 120,000 prestige points are too many.