The old man's back was to Yang Bo. His white hair was slightly yellowed. He was leaning on a cane in his hand. Looking from behind, he had a fat waist and the fat on his arms was hanging down.

It wasn't until the housekeeper spoke that the old man turned around and looked over.

When he actually faced Branson, his face looked older, with deep wrinkles on his face, enlarged eye bags, and many age spots on his body. According to the information, Mr. Branson is already ninety-five years old this year.

Yang Bo said: "Branson says it first!"

Branson stared at Yang Bo, with a dull look on his face and a hoarse voice, "Hello, Mr. Yang! Please sit down!"

Yang Bo smiled, nodded and sat down.

The butler quickly brought tea and placed it beside everyone.

Branson picked up the tea and looked up at Yang Bo, "Mr. Yang, I heard that you brought me something good?"

Yang Bo looked at the other party with a smile, "Yes, I brought you good things!"

Branson stared at Yang Bo, then at Fan Changhua, and he said to the housekeeper: "Tom, take this gentleman to sit next door and give us warm hospitality!"

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and extended his hand to ask Fan Changhua to follow him.

Fan Changhua was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but look at Yang Bo. He knew the history of the Branson family very well, but Yang Bo seemed to have some private deal with the other party, and he didn't want him to hear it. This was a shameful deal.

?

If it was really a serious deal, Yang Bo should ask him to stay now!

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Changhua, follow the housekeeper and sit next door. I want to have a private chat with Mr. Branson!"

Fan Changhua stared at Yang Bo, trying to find out something from Yang Bo's expression, but he was disappointed. Yang Bo's expression was gentle and there was no change at all.

Fan Changhua had no choice but to stand up and follow the housekeeper out.

After a moment, the living room became really quiet. Branson stared at Yang Bo, his eyes changing slightly, "Mr. Yang, I heard that you brought drugs that can prolong life?"

Because Branson is too old, his voice is low and slow, and he even has some unclear enunciation. Fortunately, Yang Bo's English is pretty good, and he can understand it if he pays more attention.

Yang Bo nodded, "Mr. Branson, I think no matter what I say, it will be useless."

Branson didn't quite understand what Yang Bo meant. Then he saw that Yang Bo had stood up and took out a palm-sized blue and white porcelain vase from his arms. He looked at him with some surprise. He didn't know what Yang Bo meant.

Yang Bo opened the lid of the wine bottle, and the room was immediately filled with a strong aroma of wine. He walked to Branson, tipped the jug, poured a drop of medicinal wine into his teacup, and then put away the jug.

Under Branson's surprised gaze, Yang Bo stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Branson stared at the tea cup next to him and looked at Yang Bo in surprise, "Just drink this?"

Yang Bo smiled and said, "You can give it a try. I think after giving it a try, we still have room for negotiation. After all, no matter how much I say, if it doesn't work, it's useless!"

Branson hesitated a little. He put his hand on the handle of the tea cup and did not move.

Yang Bo smiled and said: "Mr. Branson, do you suspect that I poisoned you? This is your manor castle, and the butler is outside. If I really poisoned you, can I escape? Besides, how old are you and how old am I?

Do I deserve to be poisoned?"

Branson stared at Yang Bo without saying much. He picked up the tea cup and his eyes became slightly firmer. The older he got, the less courageous he became and the more afraid he was of death. If he were young, I'm afraid he would

Pick it up without hesitation!

The aroma of the tea contained a hint of wine. Branson's taste organs had greatly deteriorated and he could only feel a faint taste as the tea flowed down his throat.

Branson felt a hot stream of heat rolling down his chest and entering his stomach. This hot feeling instantly spread to his whole body. It seemed that his whole body was warm, like the feeling of soaking in a hot spring.

Same!

Then, Branson threw away the crutches, and he gently raised his hand. He felt that his already weak arms suddenly felt a sense of strength. This long-lost feeling made him instantly shaken!

Branson stared at Yang Bo with a look of horror on his face. What is this and why does it have such an effect?

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Mr. Branson, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

After drinking this cup of medicinal wine dilution, Branson's voice became much louder and his speech became clearer, "Mr. Yang, what kind of medicine is this? Does it have any side effects?"

Yang Bo smiled and said: "I contacted Mr. Branson through the Li family of the Hong Kong government. I think Mr. Branson already knows something about these issues. This is a medicinal wine. As for whether it has any side effects, I will explain.

It’s better that time will prove it.”

While speaking, Yang Bo stood up and said, "Mr. Branson, that's it for today. You can come back to me in two days!"

Branson stood up and said, "Mr. Yang, please walk slowly."

Yang Bo didn't hesitate, turned around and left. He just needed to give Branson some time, and he would definitely understand the power of medicinal wine!

After walking out of the living room, Fan Changhua was sitting in the side hall. Yang Bo glanced at him and said, "Let's go back first!"

Fan Changhua was trying to trick the butler, trying to get information about the Branson family's treasure trove through the butler, but the butler was too strict, so he didn't get any information at all.

When Fan Changhua heard Yang Bo's voice, he was stunned. After a while, he couldn't even finish a cup of tea, so he left?

Fan Changhua stood up almost instinctively. He took out a business card and handed it to the butler, "Mr. Tom, if you need anything, you can contact me."

After that, he stood up in a hurry and followed Yang Bo away.

While walking on the road, Fan Changhua suddenly became happy. No matter how loudly Yang Bo blew his words, he still failed!

Back at the hotel, Yang Bo didn't talk much about the matter. Mei Chaoning chatted with him for a few words. Seeing that Yang Bo didn't talk much, she didn't ask any more questions.

However, within the small team, news soon spread that Yang Bo's negotiation level was too low. After all, their visit that day was too short. If they couldn't have in-depth communication, how could they possibly do well with Mr. Branson?

relation?

In everyone's eyes, this trip to England was a complete failure. After all, even Branson couldn't handle it, so how could we continue the negotiation?

Everyone also started to pack up, waiting for Mei Chaoning to report. Once the country receives a reply, everyone can return to the country.

Two days passed by quickly. Everyone was sitting in the restaurant on the first floor waiting for news early in the morning. The team translator looked at Fan Changhua and couldn't help but ask: "Changhua, has Professor Mei's report been submitted? When will it be approved!"
Chapter completed!