The battle did not come, but the third party mediator was waiting for it.

Ji Yufan is an international star and a powerful idol that is acceptable to both Eastern and Western audiences. Some people praise him as the new generation of emperor superstar after Michael Jackson. He is Chinese and grew up in the United States. He is compatible with the strengths of the East and West, acts low-key and humble, and has a good relationship with the official. He is called the Chinese-US civil peace ambassador.

This young man holding the passport of the United Nations Outstanding Youth is the mediator of the Knights Templar. To this day, no one has to hide it. For the Eastern faction, this is a family civil strife. For the Western faction, this is just a business. The essence of the business is to communicate with each other. There are things that each other needs, and this business can be completed.

The meeting was held in the palace. The host and the guest sat down and greeted him first. Ji Yufan said that your mansion really opened my eyes. There were carvings and decorations of bats everywhere. If my understanding was correct, this should be the homonym of Chinese blessing.

"Young man knows a lot." Wang Haikun smiled, thinking that the shape of bats was everywhere in Prince Gong's mansion. It is said that there were 9,999 of them all, which were all traces left by the past and the past.

"Your chair must have been five hundred years old. It looks simple, like it is from the Ming Dynasty." Ji Yufan stroked the armrest of the chair and said, "Golden nanmu is scarce."

"Do you like it? I'll send it to you. Go back and give me the address and send it to you." Wang Haikun was generous like a hospitality Saudi prince. The guest showed his praise for something, and gave it to him as a gift.

"Actually, I like your house more." Ji Yufan jokingly, seeing how Wang Haikun takes action.

Kunlun is a guest today, serving as the responsibility of setting up the atmosphere and making jokes. He smiled and said, "It's a pity that you don't have a Beijing household registration. Even if you want to give it to you, it won't work. It's a purchase restriction, and it can't get a real estate certificate."

The host and guest laughed, the atmosphere became lively, and they got to the point.

Ji Yuqian took out his tablet to show a video.

In the video, Chris, lying on the hospital bed, stretched out his right hand and gave his middle finger. His head was blown out. Now he has a titanium alloy head, his face covered with gauze, and an eyeball is about to be transplanted. His face is strange, but he is alive.

Wang Haikun made a surprise statement: "Your friend, I'm afraid you were hit by a train, it's so serious."

Ji Yufan said: "It's not a train, but someone used a pistol with a caliber 44 and threw it into the sea. But he still survived. Isn't this a miracle?"

Kunlun said: "I guess the person who attacked must hate him very much."

Ji Yufan said: "No matter how great the hatred is, it should be resolved. I have been killed twice, right?"

Wang Haikun said: "According to me, the bad guys should use a crusher to break it and make bricks in fly ash, and suppress it under the Leifeng Tower forever, that is the only way to be comfortable."

Ji Yufan said: "The key point is not here. Are you not interested? Why is this person so tenacious?"

Kunlun said: "He belongs to Xiaoqiang."

Wang Haikun said: "At the best."

Ji Yufan immigrated to the United States since he was a child. The context was different from Liu Kunlun. He could not understand what Xiaoqiang meant for a while, but he could hear that the two of them sang and talked like crosstalk. Judging from the degree of tacit understanding and intimacy, what Wang Huayun said was true, and it was indeed a different person.

"Okay, since you are not interested in him, I'll change someone else." Ji Yufan clicked on another video, which was a virtual image of Wang Haikun, and he talked about Alexander, but this person was definitely not him, but an escaped old fairy.

From Wang Haikun's expression, Ji Yufan saw that he had finally taken it seriously.

"You have violated my portrait rights." Wang Haikun said.

"He is not you, the one you expelled. Now this person has been strictly protected by us." Ji Yufan said halfway and kicked the ball over.

"What do you want me to exchange for? Is this house enough? If not, I don't want to kill everyone. If you think it's useful, just keep it." Wang Haikun looked unyielding and unconcerned, but Ji Yufan understood that the more this happens, the more it means that it can be talked about. If you are kind and polite, then it is worth being wary of.

"Those are not all we can provide," said Ji Yufan. "I think you have some misunderstandings about our strength. Whether it is the Knights Templar, the Shura Society, the Science Society, or any organization you know, they are one, and energy comes from your imagination and understanding."

"Give me an example, let me see your so-called energy." Wang Haikun smiled faintly, his contempt was beyond words, but Ji Yufan was not surprised. Many people had this expression at first, but when they knew the truth, they were more pious than the other.

"For example, isn't it enough to explain some problems if you can pass the ICA's investigation safely?" Ji Yufan said, "ICA has 1,300 people. These clean government elites are the cornerstone of Hong Kong's stability, the guarantee of the rule of law and integrity, and are the pride of Hong Kong. This is what you often see in Hong Kong films. The investigative directors are all handsome men and beautiful women, wearing suits and wearing famous brands, and walking into the building with dignified weapons to catch people. But the other side of you ICA is an independent unit that even the Te can't control. The real control of this institution is a place on the banks of the Thames in London. With Wang Haikun's past history, I think you can find any black accounts. I think you are better than me. ICA is good at denying a person's present with a little crime many years ago. You are enemies of the powerful and powerful in Hong Kong, but you are protected by the ICA. Do you really think your protagonist is a halo to protect your body, brother!"

"You are doing something behind your back." Wang Haikun's expression became solemn. IAC found that he did not find any problems. He felt that it was incredible. As we all know, there were a large number of middle and senior executives of the ICAC who had been in Hong Kong's political department before returning to the United States. They were seriously mixed with sand. They would enforce the law impartially for general corruption, but when it comes to politics, they would enforce the law selectively. It is unreasonable for the ICAC to let the dark horses in the political arena. Perhaps what Ji Yufan said is true. The Knights Templar and the power behind them are really so great.

"Yes, we are protecting you." Ji Yufan was extremely proud when he mentioned the word "we", just as the underground party for 1948 was showing his true identity to patriotic intellectuals who had just escaped from the national government. He then introduced in more detail what kind of organization the so-called "we" is.

In Ji Yufan's description, this world is different from what ordinary people imagine. In conventional thinking, the governments, parliaments, parties, and chaebols of various countries are controlled by the governments, parliaments, parties, and chaebols of various countries, but in fact this is just a superficial phenomenon. In fact, wealth and regimes are in the hands of "we". "we" is not a group, but a ethnic group.

This group has half of the world's wealth, 60% of the national regime, can manipulate the United Nations, start wars, formulate international rules, and destroy a country if they want.

Ji Yufan was so passionate about his speech, Kunlun said coldly: "You can also mobilize the latest US stealth bomber."

The endless talk immediately came to an abrupt end. The inexplicable air strike of Xueye Lake has always been a mystery. Now, with Ji Yufan's self-destruction, in order to destroy the ancient Xiangxiong civilization heritage, they did not hesitate to dispatch fighter planes and bombard the two countries at the risk of conflict. This not only shows that they are arrogant and conceited, but also shows that they are extremely afraid of things in the underwater cave.

Ji Yufan was speechless and was silent for a moment, saying that as a friend, I am very sorry, and as an opponent, I just performed my duties conscientiously.

Wang Haikun asked him: "You have said so much, but you still use your power to suppress others. Can you give me a reason to be noble?"

"Of course, for the peace of the world and for the future of mankind." Ji Yufan's face shone brightly when he said these words, which shows that he really believed in this matter.

"Since the birth of mankind, war has been with us. The history of any country and nation has been opened. More than half of it is war. Human history is the history of war. Even new technologies to promote human development are also from the development of weapons of war, such as nuclear weapons and the Internet. In the foreseeable future, war will continue. For three thousand years, there have been as many as 10 billion people who died in war, and the wealth destroyed in war is countless. If a group that transcends countries, nations, and religions leads the world, then war is likely to be avoided. We are this group, join us for world peace."

"I'm moved by you, what can I get?" Wang Haikun asked again.

"You will be the special one as you wish."

"Why didn't the old fairy agree to such a good thing?" Wang Haikun didn't believe his nonsense at all. If this clan really had such great strength, he would have swallowed up the old fairy and his wealth long ago. How could he sit down to negotiate? Over the years, the old fairy had neither surrendered nor destroyed, which means that Ji Yufan was talking big.

"Because we are peaceful." Ji Yufan gave an answer that he didn't believe even himself.

"Do you know Wang Haicong?" Kunlun suddenly asked.

"I am Wang Haicong." Ji Yufan said, "That is the name of my previous life. If it weren't for them, I would no longer exist. I know what you want to ask. The memories of the previous life are gone. I am Ji Yufan now, an independent person, no longer a person's spares warehouse, no longer a person's substitute body. This is also our humanity. Following the laws of reincarnation, we do not use clones, because even clones have independent personalities and the right to be born as humans."

The words were so heart-wrenching that it was impossible to refute. He was just a pawn, and Liu Kunlun could not argue, so he comforted him with kind words. After the fight, he closed the door and then discussed countermeasures.

Just after seeing Ji Yufan off, another distinguished guest came to the door again. This was also Ji Yuqian's first visit to the royal palace. He had to accompany him to visit again. Ji Yuqian laughed and said, "Old Wang, your mansion is so overwhelming. It's even more luxurious than the sea. It's worthy of being a harmonious one, hahaha."

Kunlun said: "What does Mr. Ji know?"

Ji Yugan said: "It's not that I'm right. Ding Jiajun told me that the old fairy is very likely to be reincarnated. I'm more sure when I see your mansion. This aesthetic, tsk, is in line with the taste of the Hall. By the way, we are our own people, so why do you have something to hide from me? Who is the two of you? Don't tell me to control two by one."

Nothing can be hidden from Ji Yugan. In fact, Ding Jiajun did not report to him in everything. Kunlun visited Prince Gong's Mansion and was released by the facial recognition system and uploaded to the server of Future Technology. Ji Yugan reviewed the on-site surveillance and couldn't help but feel suspicious. Kunlun would not suddenly want to visit Prince Gong's Mansion, nor would he specially invite an expert from the Qing History Research Institute to accompany him. What kind of suspense is there?

In the future, the popularity of mobile phones will be very high, and almost everyone will use them. When everyone uses mobile phones, whether it is voice input or keyboard input, no matter whether it is using any social software, the content will be automatically uploaded to the server and saved forever. Personal ** cannot be above public safety, but only relevant departments can retrieve it with the authorization letter issued by the procuratorate. Ji Yugan has a backdoor in the system. Only he knows this big secret, so he retrieved the chat records of Professor Yang and others, and it is found that this story is related to it.

The story of He is well-known. Everyone knows that this young favorite minister won the trust of the emperor because of the cinnabar mole on his eyebrows. He was the reincarnation of his father's concubine. There are also folk stories that he was reincarnated into Empress Dowager Cixi, who destroyed the Qing Dynasty. When He was alive, he was the person who had the most opportunity to come into contact with secret scriptures and Western mysterious cultures from Tibet except the emperor.

Back in the living room, the guest and the host sat down, Ji Yugan continued to speak freely and talk to himself.

"What is your dream?" Ji Yugan suddenly asked a question that was unrelated. This was a question. Before others could answer, he said: "Jobs' dream is to make a difference in the world. He did it, and my dream was a little close to him. I have wanted to change human beings since I was a child. We humans are greedy and cruel, squander everything that Mother Earth has given us, but they pollute her, ravage her, cut down, garbage everywhere, over-mine, spread viruses, and wars break out from time to time and kill each other. This world is not perfect. I want to change her and make her perfect."

After a pause, he said: "Changing human beings requires us to work together. Are you willing to realize your dreams with me?"
Chapter completed!