Once you enter the center of the manor.

I saw a huge altar, steps, and arena, as if I had suddenly returned to ancient times, and a heavy sense of history came to my face.

"This is the custom of the Hongmen New Year celebration. It worships the heavens, ancestors, and ancestors. Since the establishment of the Hongmen Association of Honolulu, it has been a ceremony for the Hongmen students in the world to unite people's hearts from generation to generation."

Seeing that Wang Chao seemed to be confused, Chen Aiyang explained.

“It’s really spectacular.”

Wang Chao sighed, watching the people coming and going around him, all kinds of clothes, but most of them are extremely noble, and it is not easy to be invited to attend this annual meeting.

"This is the Hongmen venue. At this time of the annual meeting, whether it is the 3KK Party, the Skeleton Party, etc., world-renowned parties, organizations, gangs, etc., will send people to celebrate and give gifts. No one dares to cause trouble at this time. The Hongmen's energy is beyond everyone's imagination. It involves the great energy, historical origin, and even the Freemasons in the United States. Even the oldest families in Europe are unwilling to provoke them."

"Every year, the martial arts competition skills are also expected by all guests. In previous years, there have been many outstanding fighting masters and boxing masters who have been favored by the army and organizations of some countries, and then invited to hire at a sky-high price, such as military coaches, training camp instructors, etc. It can be said that this can not only become famous in the martial arts world, but also show itself and increase its value, so it is sought after by countless people. However, because of this, not really powerful masters are not invited, but even so, with your strength, you are definitely one of the best among the participants. This time, it will definitely be a great opportunity for you to become famous."

Chen Aiyang talked and told him one by one secret.

Wang Chao's eyes lit up when he heard it.

However, he was not proud and complacent. After all, there was heaven beyond heaven and there were others outside of him.

The two of them chatted all the way and soon arrived at the edge of the ring. A high stand was built next to them, filled with tables, chairs, seats, and parasols.

Many equipment and buildings are covered with some product advertising signs, and it is obvious that many internationally renowned sponsors have vigorously taken out insurance.

From time to time, waiters would go to the tables and chairs, filling them with fruits, wine, food, and people would come and go, and the scene became more and more lively.

"Mr. Chen, you are here!"

Suddenly, a warm greeting came from one direction, and the two looked back.

It was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"Brother Xie, it's been a long time since I've been here this time!" Chen Aiyang immediately reacted and responded in a warm voice.

"Where, where!"

The two obviously met each other and shook hands directly.

"By the way, the one next to me is Master Wang Chao, Senior Xue's junior brother! This one is Brother Xue's eldest disciple, Xie Xiaohong, you can get to know each other!"

Seeing that Wang Chao had no expression, Chen Aiyang obviously didn't know the person in front of him, so he quickly introduced him.

"Is this junior uncle?" When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately became somber, took a step back, and bowed his hand to give a big gift.

"Disciple Xie Xiaohong has met his uncle!"

Like Chen Aiyang, he was full of white-collar aristocratic aura. Although he had been in the business world for a long time and had a business career, he still respected his teachers and paid great attention to the etiquette of the martial arts world.

"I'm here to see you, I'm here to see you!" Wang Chao immediately understood after hearing this.

I felt aroused in my heart and remembered the identity of this middle-aged man.

He is Xue Lianxin's great disciple and is also very prestigious in the martial arts world in Taiwan. He is also the director of the Taiwan Pictogram Boxing Museum and has a high reputation. He is one of the two major martial arts masters in Taiwan.

There are two masters in Taiwan who can fight against the land, one is Liu Jiajun, a young boxer known as the "little fairy ape", and the other is him.

They are all as famous as Chen Aiyang, Guangdong and Ma Hongjun, Hong Kong, and have extraordinary strength.

"Please come on with me. You are also a master of boxing. You should communicate more martial arts and make progress with each other. You don't have to give such a big gift!"

He stepped forward and raised his hand. Xie Xiaohong raised his arm gently and helped him up.

"What a big deal!"

Xie Xiaohong was surprised. He was also a master of boxing and his own strength was very clear.

I was originally thinking that the etiquette in the door was undeniable and insisted on bent down to salute, but Wang Chao gently touched him and stood up immediately without control.

"This uncle is very capable, no wonder the master often praises him as a man of a martial arts and is born with a talented man. I don't know... Who will win and who will lose when I fight him?"

Xie Xiaohong thought about it and felt that this was not suitable for this first time meeting, so he suppressed the idea of ​​taking action.

"Uncle Master is polite, you are so kind to the door, don't let it go! Come on, let's go. It's not long before the conference begins. I'll take you to the seat first!" He is also a talented person, and runs many companies and groups, communicates with others, deals with it freely, and is very relaxed and fulfilled.

After a few casual conversations, the relationship between the two became familiar.

Walking and talking, walking through the garden path.

Xie Xiaohong led Wang Chao and the others to the guest seat.

"Mr. Chen, uncle, you can sit down first, and the New Year celebration will officially begin at 8 o'clock in Beijing time."

He is the director of the Taiwan Pictograph National Museum of Art and a core member of the Hongmen. He is also a busy person here. He said hello and continued to receive some VIPs and guests.

"Okay, go and do it."

The two of them didn't care, so they sat down, drank juice, wine, enjoyed delicious food, and waited quietly.

…………………………

When! When! When! When! When!

About ten minutes later, people flew in and out, and the entire open-air venue and the stands were gradually filled with people. There was a bell tower in an open space in the manor not far away, and the sound of bells and drums rang out.

The remnant sound echoes, and the clear sound surrounds the ears.

The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Tak, Tak, Tak.

At this moment, a steady and powerful footsteps sounded on the rostrum.

Shi Ranran, an old man in his fifties wearing a black suit, a red tie and gray hair, stepped onto the stage.

Countless celebrities, celebrities, wealthy martial arts masters, and fighting elites from all over the world stopped their hands and turned their eyes to him.

The guests who could attend were not ordinary people. Thousands of pairs of different eyes looked at him, but the old man was not nervous or timid, but instead chuckled, and looked around with powerful eyes.

"Hello, friends and guests from all over the world!"

His chest was like pulling a bellows, and he sucked and sucked, and suddenly he spoke.

But he didn't hold the microphone. He opened his mouth and his voice was vigorous, loud and full of energy.
Chapter completed!