socalfunplaces Chapter 1115
Chapter 1115
A few minutes later, the group was led into an antique room by the housekeeper.
After entering, Ye Xiao found that the decorations here were completely better than the office of the mayor of Jincheng.
Although he was not familiar with the antiques of Cotton Country, he could smell a unique smell of hundreds or thousands of years of antiques on these items.
It seems that the family of the Minister of the Interior is not just prominent in Cotton Country!
When Ye Xiao's eyes turned to the innermost part of the study, he saw an old man wearing light yellow clothes embroidered with gold edges, walking towards the few people.
Ye Xiao secretly looked at this Minister of the Interior, Mossen. His cheekbones were protruding, his nose was straight, his ears were wide, his mouth was big, and his hair and beard were meticulously groomed.
When he was in Hong Kong City, Ye Xiao had learned some qi-reading skills from Lao Cui. This thing is very mysterious. It is probably not accurate for ordinary people, but it is more accurate for dignitaries of extraordinary status, or powerful warriors, and monks and Taoists who practice Taoism.
At this moment, Ye Xiao observed Mo Sen's face and concluded that this person was a resolute, domineering, and skillful hero, but there was a hint of depression in his expression, probably because he was suffering from illness.
"Hello, Consul Tu!" Mo Sen smiled and stretched out his hand to Consul Tu.
"Hello, Mr. Mo Sen!" Consul Tu also stretched out his hand with a smile and shook hands with Mo Sen.
"This must be Elder Ye of the Wu Ji Association!"
Without waiting for Consul Tu to introduce Ye Xiao, Mo Sen turned his head with a faint smile and looked at Ye Xiao. His attitude was much warmer than that of the mayor of Jincheng a few days ago.
"Hello, Mr. Mo Sen, I am Ye Xiao!" Ye Xiao responded neither servile nor arrogant.
Ye Xiao did not find it strange that Mo Sen could guess his identity as an elder of the Wu Ji Association. Even if Consul Tu did not tell him that he had visited the mayor of Jincheng a few days ago, Mo Sen could easily find out.
"Yes, yes, Elder Ye, you are indeed a promising young man!"
"When I was your age, I was still studying! But you, Elder Ye, have already made such remarkable achievements."
Mosen greeted Ye Xiao with a smile, staring at Ye Xiao with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the mind of the young man in front of him.
Although Mosen was in a high position and had extraordinary experience, Ye Xiao was not someone he could easily see through.
In other words, he knew that Mosen had no hostility towards him and did not pose any threat to him. If he encountered a martial arts opponent staring at him like this, Ye Xiao would have to use the Taoist Spirit Eye to let Mosen feel the shock from a martial artist who had seen a god.
Just like Ozawa Noriko before.
"Mr. Mosen, you are too kind. I have just arrived in Cotton Country and I still need Mr. Mosen's care." Ye Xiao's reply was as calm as water, with a faint smile on his face.
This surprised Mossen. There were only a handful of young people who could respond so calmly when he was staring at them. Even the young monarch of the Cotton Country could not do this. This young man of the Dragon Country was not simple!
"Stop talking. Consul Tu, Elder Ye, let's sit down and talk!" As he spoke, Mossen led the three people to a place where they sat down in front of a coffee table made of a whole piece of ebony.
After the butler placed the brewed tea in front of the few people, Consul Tu said, "Mr. Mossen, Mr. Ye's Cotton Country Wu Ji Association is interested in participating in this Nanyang Martial Arts Conference."
"It's just that we are in a little trouble now. I wonder if Mr. Mossen can provide some assistance to the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association." Consul Tu's tone to the Minister of the Interior was more respectful than the Mayor of Jincheng.
Mossen has great power in Cotton Country. He is different from ordinary interior ministers because the current monarch of Cotton Country was supported by him. He is a regent of Cotton Country. His status is naturally not comparable to that of a city chief.
Mossen pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "In fact, I am very willing to see the martial arts of Cotton Country flourish and contend with a hundred schools of thought. It's just that Consul Tu and Elder Ye, you are late!"
"A few days ago, the Ministry of the Interior has already determined the number of participants in this martial arts conference and handed it over to the king for review. It is estimated that the edict will be issued in the next two days."
Hearing Mossen's words, Consul Tu and Ye Xiao both froze.
On the side of the mayor of Jin City, the other party still had to play Tai Chi with them, but Mossen directly closed the door.
However, Ye Xiao had no way to refute the other party's words. He came to Cotton Country a month before the conference started, which was relatively late. The other party said that the quota had been reserved, which sounded reasonable.
What should I do now?
Is all the previous efforts in vain? I can only wait for the secondYear?
Just when Ye Xiao was frowning, Consul Tu spoke again, "Mr. Mossen, the registration for the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association is indeed late, but I guarantee that the strength of the Cotton Country Wu Ji Association is definitely above other martial arts halls in Cotton Country."
"Now the king has not officially issued an edict, I hope Mr. Mossen can reconsider it."
Ye Xiao didn't know much about the administrative procedures of the Cotton Country government, but Consul Tu knew very well that as long as the king's edict had not been issued, they still had a chance.
Of course, it all depends on whether Mossen is willing to help.
After Consul Tu finished speaking, Ye Xiao raised his eyes and stared at Mossen closely, waiting for the latter's reply.
He knew that whether he could get the qualification to attend the meeting this time depended on Mossen's words.
However, Mossen did not respond in time at this time. He only saw his face tighten and his brows frowned, as if he suddenly suffered pain.
Seeing this, the butler on the side immediately walked over quickly, stretched out his hand on Mossen's temple, and gently pressed it.
"Consul Tu, Elder Ye, I'm sorry, the master has always had a headache. Recently, he has been busy with affairs and has not had a good rest, so the illness has relapsed." The housekeeper explained for Mossen.
Hearing what the housekeeper said, a gloom flashed across Consul Tu's eyes. He instinctively felt that this was Mossen's reason to avoid answering.
Headache?
How could it be so coincidental?
However, Ye Xiao knew that Mossen really had a headache at this time. From the moment he entered the door, he could see that the latter did have such a problem.
It seems that Mossen was also in a dilemma just now!
Come to think of it, on the one hand, the quota for the meeting has been submitted to the king, but now the Consul of Longguo has come to the door again and wants to overturn the quota. According to the administrative process, he can completely refuse Consul Tu.
It's just that Longguo is too powerful, and he doesn't want to offend Consul Tu.
"Old man, stop and let me do it! I can cure Mr. Mossen's headache."
At this time, Ye Xiao said suddenly.