As soon as Pei Feng said that, Luo Sanli stood up and roared, "Well said! Beat him to death! "
Du Jiuye was so excited that his mouth trembled. He slammed the seat. "Yes!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Pei!" Yun Moshan took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I'll help you find out more about him!"
Pei Feng smiled and turned to look out of the window. He enunciated each word calmly, "Our country is sacred, and we can't simply insult it. If I find out about anyone who insulted Huaxia, I'll kill him. How that Indian killed the peak Internal Force master from the He family of Jinxi … I'll return it to him a hundredfold. "
"President Yun, immediately investigate after the Annual Tournament. Let me know if there's any news."
"Understood, Mr. Pei!"
…
Hu City was not far from Mingwu Village. Three hours later, the convoy arrived at the village.
Du Jiuye had a property in Mingwu Village. He bought it for the convenience of participating in the Annual Tournament.
Mingwu Village was a relatively primitive village. It had an ancient vibe, and many of the houses were old houses from the 80s and 90s.
Soon, the convoy stopped in front of a courtyard with red bricks and green tiles.
"Nine Masters, Master Luo, Master Yun, you're here?"
A few people were already waiting at the entrance.
"Mr. Pei, this is the secretary of Mingwu Village, Wu Dayong, Secretary Wu."
"Nine Masters … You're flattering me. Don't call me Secretary Wu, just call me Old Wu." Wu Dayong smiled and waved his hand.
Although he was the secretary of Mingwu Village, the Annual Tournament had been held in Mingwu Village for a few years. He knew very well that those who participated in the Annual Tournament were all rich and powerful people. He could not afford to offend them, and he had to curry favor with them.
"Nine Masters, this is …"
Wu Dayong was an expert at reading people's expressions. After exchanging greetings for a while, he could already tell that among the 10 people in Du Jiuye's group, this indifferent, silent, ordinary-looking youth was actually the one with the highest status!
Whether it was Du Jiuye, Luo Sanli, or Yun Moshan, these three big shots were looking at him with respect and caution. This was enough to explain the problem.
"This is Mr. Pei, an honored guest of the Zhou family in Jiangnan, and an old friend of Mr. Zhou."
Du Jiuye whispered in his ear.
He didn't dare to reveal too much about Pei Feng's identity. After all, he hadn't asked for Pei Feng's opinion in advance.
"The Zhou family of Jiangnan? Zhou … Old Zhou's old friend?! "
Wu Dayong was overwhelmed with shock.
Because the Yearly Competition was held in Mingwu Village, he had a better understanding of China's upper class than ordinary village secretaries.
The Zhou family in Jiangnan … was one of the top families in China, with a thunderous reputation!
With Old Zhou's status, it was naturally impossible for him to attend the Yearly Competition. His status was far above the rich and powerful in Jiangnan, Zhejiang, and Shanghai. However, many young people from the Zhou family, including Zhou Wanqiu and Zhou Guangping, had attended the Yearly Competition.
This Mr. Pei looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was an honored guest of the Zhou family in Jiangnan, and an old friend of Mr. Zhou?
You really couldn't judge a book by its cover.
This young man … definitely had a powerful background!
"I'll treat him well." Du Jiuye stared at him and said in a low voice, "Don't make him unhappy."
"Understood, understood. Don't worry, Nine Masters. Leave it to me."
Wu Dayong glanced at Pei Feng, who had his hands in his pockets and was gazing into the distance, and nodded respectfully.
Every year during the Yearly Competition, it was the most important thing to receive these big shots from Jiangnan, Zhejiang, and Shanghai.
Bright Martial Village was a rural village, so of course it couldn't reach the luxurious and high-end reception standards of Shanghai and the imperial capital. However, rural villages also had their own style of reception.
Farm food, home-brewed wine, pure and bashful rural girls without makeup, fishing for shrimp, catching chickens, and picking bamboo shoots — these primitive style of rural tourism … were very popular with the big shots in Jiangnan, Zhejiang, and Shanghai.
They were used to living a luxurious and extravagant life in a big city. Suddenly having a few days of fresh rural life was a different and fresh experience, and the big shots were very receptive.
Every year during the Yearly Competition, Bright Martial Village would spend a lot of money to invite some of the most beautiful young girls from the surrounding villages. Their usefulness was self-evident.
This time was no different. Wu Dayong had already prepared a group of beautiful young girls.
The most outstanding one … he had originally prepared for another big shot from Jiangnan, but now that he knew of the relationship between Pei Feng and the Zhou family in Jiangnan, he changed his mind — the best one would be given to this Mr. Pei!
…
Today was the second day of the Martial Arts Temple Fair, and also the first day of the Yearly Competition.
The Martial Arts Temple Fair lasted for a week, from October 7th to October 13th. The Yearly Competition lasted for three days, from October 8th to October 10th. It was a perfect cover.
The Yearly Competition lasted for three days. Although many people would participate on the first and second days, the real competition was actually on the last day.
October 10th was the final day of the Yearly Competition. On this day, the big shots in Jiangnan, Zhejiang, and Shanghai would enter a white-hot confrontation. Some truly powerful martial artists would also officially appear on this day.
In addition to the big shots' private wild bets that would only be revealed on the last day, the prize pool was also one of the reasons why the battles on the final day were the most intense.
The results of the Yearly Competition's prize pool were only revealed at the last moment. In other words, after three days of competition, the accumulated prize pool … would all belong to the final winner!
Every year, the prize pool of the Yearly Competition would accumulate more than 50 million yuan, and some years it even exceeded 100 million yuan.
Although this amount of money was not small, it was not enough to catch the eyes of the big shots in Jiangnan, Zhejiang, and Shanghai. However, to the martial artists who participated in the challenge arena … this was a huge sum of money, and they had to fight for it!
After giving a brief introduction about the Martial Arts Temple Fair and the Yearly Competition, Wu Dayong invited everyone into Du Jiuye's house.
The food and wine had already been prepared. They were all authentic farmhouse dishes, and the fragrance of the home-brewed rice wine filled the courtyard.
Just as they sat down, and before they could start eating, a group of young ladies suddenly came in from outside the door.
They were typical girls from the countryside. They were not as fashionable as the city girls, and their makeup was exquisite. However, all of them were naturally beautiful, with rosy skin and a good figure.
Especially the one who came in first. She was especially beautiful, and she seemed to be in no way inferior to Zhuang Feiyu and Xu Lu. Even Pei Feng could not help but take a few more glances at her.
Seeing this, Wu Dayong was secretly delighted. "Xiao E, go and sit next to him."
The prettiest girl called Xiao E walked straight to Pei Feng, smiled sweetly at him, and sat next to him. The other girls also smiled and sat next to Du Jiuye and Luo Sanli.
Ten people, ten girls, just right, one accompanied one.
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