Peerless War God in City

Seeing this, Haotian sneered endlessly.    

He looked at Yang Mu and bluntly said, "Why is it impossible?"    

"Haven't you learned how to ask a hero where he comes from? You seem to be rich, noble and elegant, possessing a lot of wealth. There are also many people whose positions and reputations are unattainable!"    

"However, are all these things that you possess truly yours? Were you the one who fought for them?"    

"You don't have anything to be proud of, but you're still standing on top, recklessly commenting on others. What you don't know is that the trash, trash, and stinky diaosi are thousands of times stronger than you!"    

"There's a saying that I really like. Ten years in the river, ten years in the river, don't look down on the poor!"    

"You are only standing in your current position because of the shade of your ancestors' trees. Perhaps, the poor people you look down upon will one day be even more outstanding than you. They will stand on your head and look down on you!"    

Haotian stood firmly with his hands behind his back.    

Looking at the Yang Tree, he spoke word by word at a leisurely pace.    

He spoke softly, but his words were like knives, stabbing into Yang Mu's heart and torturing his soul.    

"You!"    

"You!"    

Yang Mu's face froze and his eyes were filled with anger. He pointed at Haotian and trembled. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a word to refute. He could only open his eyes wide like an ox.    

As for those bewitching women who had been speaking on his behalf just now, at this moment, they all shut their mouths like a quiet seedling from a small number. They were extremely quiet and appeared to be very obedient.    

They were both white-collar workers, both cultural people, not blind, and not deaf.    

They could all see that Haotian's poem was indeed better than Yang Mu's!    

No!    

The two couldn't be compared at all.    

Comparing a poem like Yang Mu to Haotian was an insult!    

… …    

Behind Yang Mu.    

Ye Qingxuan tilted her head slightly. Her pair of beautiful eyes were clear and full of suspicion as she looked at Haotian. Her eyes were as lively as the stars in the sky while the corner of her mouth had a trace of an exquisite smile.    

Obviously.    

Ye Qingxuan was also shocked by Haotian.    

Ye Qingxuan is not proficient in literature. She graduated from a business school, but she still has the basic ability to appreciate.    

What Haotian had just written could be considered high-grade!    

What's more, the poem even contained the story of the two of them, which made Ye Qingxuan even more touched.    

She suddenly realized that there were too many secrets on this man's body.    

After not seeing him for five years, not only was he able to control Jiangnan Consortium, he was also a great figure in it, and had an unparalleled ability within his body. Now, he was even able to write such a good poem.    

What else was there that this man couldn't do?    

"This poem is very short, but it's very beautiful!"    

"That's right. With just a few words, he was able to conjure up a tortuous love story!"    

"I have to say, this poem's standards are very high!"    

"Indeed, it is very high. Even I suspect that he is a plagiarist!"    

Some of the male staff also began to discuss with each other.    

The speaker didn't mean it. He sounded like he meant it.    

Yang Mu seemed to be enlightened, and instantly woke up from his stupor. He seemed to have grabbed onto something, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.    

Then, he arrogantly looked at Haotian:    

"You scared me to death! I knew it! How could a loser like you write such a poem!"    

"You must have copied it!"    

"Speak, kid, where did you copy this poem?"