Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 67: The Power of the Dragon
At 10:30 in the morning, the plane carrying Russell and others finally landed safely at Nanjing Airport.

After confirming the meeting time with Zhao Fangxu with Zhang Chulan at the airport gate, Russell did not delay any further and went straight to the small building where his grandparents were with Feng Shayan.

The moment he saw his grandparents, Russell finally felt relieved.

Feng Zhenghao did more than Russell imagined. In addition to the six-member team of aliens guarding him at all times, Russell also smelled the breath of the ignorant spirit from the amulets carried by his grandparents.

"Dad really took out all the treasures from the bottom of the box." Feng Xingtong couldn't help but sigh.

In today's world, the existence of spirits is extremely rare, not to mention the beast spirits in the old couple, which have at least 120 years of power. In ancient times, such beings could be called immortals and ancestors, and temples and Taoist temples would be built for them and they would be worshipped by the world.

The two of them had lunch with their grandparents, and the old couple praised Miss Feng highly.

Russell said nothing and just washed the dishes.

Russell and Feng Shayan didn't come out of the small building until after lunch and the chat was over.

"My lips are stiff from smiling, please rub them for me." Feng Shayan raised her chin and put her face in front of Russell.

"You have to know that this is the second time I've washed dishes in more than 20 years." Russell rubbed Feng Shayan's royal face like kneading a steamed bun, and made a complaint at the same time.

"When was the first time?" Feng Shayan asked curiously.

(Wind Swallow)

"The motivational lecturer the school invited and the homework assigned by the homeroom teacher when I was in high school." Russell rubbed his forehead, and his memory drifted back to four years ago, when he was in his third year of high school.

"It seems that all high school students have experienced this." Feng Shayan also talked about it happily. They have hired many PUA practitioners like motivational teachers who rely entirely on emotional expression. They often go out to earn extra money.

"Have you experienced this too?"

"I don't have one. I didn't go to high school. I hired a private tutor."

"...You've killed the conversation."

Chatting all the way, Russell finally arrived at the door of Tianxiahui.

Tianxiahui has a market value of over 300 billion yuan, making it a veritable business giant.

Tianxia Group was also very generous and bought three nearby office buildings as the group's office location.

It's funny that when Russell was young, he always thought that there was only one company in an office building. Later he found out that he had thought things too simply.

"Let's go. I've already met my grandparents, and it's time for you to meet my dad." At the elevator door, Feng Shayan pressed the elevator button with one hand and bowed as a gesture of invitation.

Russell also straightened up immediately, loosened the six-figure watch Feng Shayan gave him on his wrist, and stepped into the elevator with great dignity.

"What should I say later? Are there any taboos that cannot be mentioned?" Russell asked cautiously before entering.

"No, as for what I want to say, you may not say a word." Feng Shayan shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Russell was puzzled, but he soon found out. As Feng Shayan opened the door of the chairman's office, what came into their sight was Feng Zhenghao, who was dressed very exquisitely in a suit and tie.

"Dad, I've brought the person here. I won't bother you anymore." Feng Shayan pushed Russell into the door and left without looking back, like a heartless man who turned his back on her after taking advantage of her.

"Shayan is just like that, impetuous and impatient. Don't mind her." Feng Zhenghao led Russell to sit on the sofa in the living room and talked face to face with a sincere heart: "After all these days, I have finally been waiting for you to come."

"President Feng..." Russell was about to speak when Feng Zhenghao corrected him, "Just call me Uncle Feng. We're all family from now on. Calling me President is a bit too distant."

Russell immediately changed his words: "Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng seems to pay special attention to me. The identity of a successor of the Eight Wonders doesn't seem worth it for you to place such a big bet on me." "So direct? I thought you would be more roundabout." Russell's straightforwardness made Feng Zhenghao a little dazed for a moment. He hadn't seen such a direct way of asking in many years.

"Be more direct. It's good for you, me, and Shayan." Russell nodded calmly.

"Well, if that's the case, then I won't hide it from you, Xiao Luo." Feng Zhenghao raised his glasses and said seriously, "Do you believe in fate?"

"Destiny? Uncle also uses the sorcerer trick?" Russell stroked the valuable porcelain cup in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Life, it was that word again, he was tired of hearing it.

Sooner or later, he will find a way to block his fate.

"Warlock? Haha..." Feng Zhenghao shook his head. Even though his expression didn't change, Russell could still sense the disdain in his eyes. "Since you know Shuangquanshou and Qu Tong, you must also know my grandfather."

Russell nodded. He knew Feng Tianyang, one of the thirty-six thieves, who had mastered the art of summoning spirits and sending generals.

Seeing this, Feng Zhenghao continued, "My grandfather was a great shaman from Liangshan, and a witch is the being closest to the Way of Heaven between heaven and earth. If a sorcerer uses Qimen to calculate the laws of the Way of Heaven, then a witch listens directly to the voice of the Way of Heaven."

"Every lineage of witches has a deity passed down from generation to generation. It is both the last resort to protect the tribe and the best medium for the tribe to communicate with the heavens."

"Of course, even though they are called gods, they are actually just magical instruments made with special techniques. They don't have the ability to grow. Otherwise, my grandfather wouldn't have needed to pursue the Eight Great Techniques."

"And the moment your identity was exposed, the Feng family's god, who had been silent for thousands of years, finally delivered his oracle once again."

"Oracle?" Russell straightened up.

"God said, you have the destiny of an emperor and the fortune of an ancestor."

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Russell denied it three times in a row.

Just kidding, New China cannot reverse history.

This Shen Chun has a brain shell. He is harming someone named Luo!
God Beast River Crab, I, Luo, have absolutely no intention of rebelling!
"Don't worry, this matter is known only to God, the earth, you and me." Feng Zhenghao smiled and comforted Russell when he saw his expression change.

"Where is that deity?" Russell asked. If possible, he still had some questions for Him.

A good thing that has been passed down from the Shang and Zhou dynasties is always useful.

"Not long after the oracle was delivered, it could not withstand the backlash and destroyed itself." Feng Zhenghao took out a tortoise shell from his inner pocket. The extremely deep and distant Qi remaining on it proved that what he said was true.

"Uncle Feng, do you really believe in this so-called oracle?" Russell paused and pointed upwards. "My current affairs have caused a lot of uproar in the city. Aren't you afraid of being liquidated along with me?"

"The company isn't a den of bandits, and it's not like it was back then. How can we just liquidate it? Didn't you already make up your mind when you chose to expose Qu Tong and Shuang Quanshou's abilities?

What the company wants now is stability. When you're not causing any real trouble in the alien world, the most important thing they should do is appease you, or in other words, find ways to bring you under their wing. I think you probably mean the same thing."

Russell smiled and did not deny it.

Feng Zhenghao continued:
"Besides, with the current size of our Tianxiahui, even if we are liquidated, it will only mean a warning and more restrictions. But for you, it will be very different."

This is the achievement of following the dragon.

No matter how Russell denied it, no witch would doubt the authenticity of his divination results.

(End of this chapter)