Chapter 828: Boss

night.

Regent Hotel.

"I am waiting to welcome the lord."

Go through the lobby and go upstairs. In front of the gate, a group of ancient warriors in black suits and black sunglasses bowed their hands to Xiao Fei and said in unison. Their outfits are a bit like The Matrix, and they look very imposing. Give Xiao Fei a feeling that he is the boss.

Their outfits were specially arranged by Tang Li and others, because they knew that Xiao Fei liked this. In fact, these men in black are still the lower ranks of the ancient martial arts world, and all the big shots are in it.

"Congratulations to the lord."

After walking in, those sect masters inside, casual cultivators with high cultivation bases, stood up to greet them one after another. Xiao Fei glanced at the crowd, and sure enough, he saw Sai Huatuo, Yang Qiaoer and others among the crowd.

"Hehe, hello to all of you, please sit down." Xiao Fei waved to them and said with a smile. Very much like the heads of those troops, who came down by car to meet their subordinates.

"The lord returned home safely this time, which is the great joy of our Chinese ancient martial arts world." Xiao Xinghua and Xiao Qianrou brought Xiao Fei to the middle stage, and Xiao Xinghua waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Dear comrades, I believe everyone already knows. Some time ago, our leader defeated the Japanese masters in Japan, destroyed the shrine, and wiped out the three armies... It dealt a major blow to Japan and greatly boosted China's national prestige."

"Although I led the troops in the past and participated in the War of Resistance Against the United States. But that was only to defend the country. Unlike the leader who took the initiative to attack this time and promote my country's prestige in China, I am not as good as the leader in terms of achievements against China. And I used to fight the American devils, not our biggest enemy, Japan."

"It can be said that the leader is the legend of our Chinese ancient martial arts world. He is our Chinese hero... He is the pride of our martial arts practitioners."

When Xiao Xinghua said this, he stopped. His chest was heaving and his tone was very excited, which showed the excitement in his heart.

"The lord is mighty!"

"The lord is mighty!"

The ancient warriors below heard this, stood up together, and shouted in unison. The eyes looking at Xiao Fei are full of admiration. Even Yang Qiaoer and Hua Tuo are looking up to Xiao Fei. It seems that Xiao Fei is the superior master, and they are the servant girls with lower status.

And seeing this group of ancient warriors, some of them are a few rounds older than themselves. There are big figures in the business and political circles from all over the world, as well as big beauties. They all worshiped him so much, Xiao Fei couldn't help being extremely proud.

"It is a blessing for our generation of ancient warriors to have such an alliance leader in China." After Xiao Xinghua waved his hand and motioned everyone to sit down, he continued: "I, Xiao Xinghua, will make a statement first. I will take my old life, and I will not hesitate."

"I am also willing to go through fire and water for Leader Xiao." The people below heard this and expressed their opinions one after another.

Seeing their attitudes, Xiao Fei nodded slightly in his heart. It seems that they are now completely respecting themselves.

The obedience of these ancient warriors was not coerced by Xiao Fei with evil means. It's his behavior and character that make these people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts. Such a little brother will never rebel in the future.

In the past, the Chinese ancient martial arts world was a mess, but now because of Xiao Fei's appearance, they have condensed into an iron fist. And the one who can use this iron fist is the young leader Xiao Fei.

"Now, please raise your glasses!" Xiao Xinghua said. After speaking, he raised the wine glass on the plate in front of him.

After hearing this, the ancient warriors in the seats below also stood up. He raised his wine glass with a serious expression on his face.

"Now, on behalf of the people in China's ancient martial arts world, all the martial arts practitioners, we would like to toast the leader." Xiao Xinghua turned to Xiao Fei, raised his tone, and said in a calm voice, "Leader, please!"

"Master, please!"

More than a hundred representatives of the ancient martial arts world below, with strong cultivation bases, also said loudly. They are all ancient warriors, and their voices are full of energy. Shouting together is like a tsunami.

Fortunately, they have already booked this restaurant, ordered the waiters not to come up on the first floor, and did not disclose the news.

At this time, Xiao Qianrou, the granddaughter of the old man Xiao, walked up to Xiao Fei gracefully. As the role of master of ceremonies, she held a wine glass in one hand and a bottle of Moutai in the other, filled Xiao Fei's wine and handed it to him.

Xiao Fei's heart skipped a beat when he saw Xiao Qianrou's white hand stretched out. I couldn't help pinching it quietly, and took the opportunity to eat her tofu.

"I'm dizzy, at such a serious moment, you still want to eat tofu?" Xiao Qianrou was dizzy in her heart. But he didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

And this scene was also seen by other ancient warriors. Everyone was waiting to toast him, and they all looked at him whether they wanted to see it or not. But they all looked serious, as if they didn't see it.

It wasn't the first day they knew the leader's character.

"I said, old man Xiao, you want to toast me. Why do you all drink good wine, but give me a bad one?" Xiao Fei asked with a frown, without picking up his glass. It turned out that the Moutai bottle Xiao Qianrou poured for him looked very old. And the wine in front of those ancient warriors was Dream Blue worth thousands of dollars a bottle.

"Uh, leader, you misunderstood. The wine that Xiao Rou poured for you is the best, you'll know when you drink it." Xiao Xinghua said with an embarrassed expression after hearing this.

Under normal circumstances, if you want to toast a person, the person being toasted will never say whether the wine is good or bad. But Xiao Fei didn't have the concept of etiquette at all in his heart, he said whatever he thought.

And does an old bottle mean the wine is bad? That's completely wrong. The bottle of Moutai they gave Xiao Fei was from the 1950s. At that time, it was relying on this batch of Maotai to maintain international relations. All will be exported, and only five bottles remain in the country.

If it weren't for the old man Xiao being in the military, he wouldn't be able to get it at all. Some time ago, a bottle of Handi Moutai was auctioned internationally, and the price was 9 million. And this bottle of Moutai is dozens of times more precious than Handi Moutai.

The real Huaxia wine can be said to be priceless. Some xenophobic people always say that foreign Lafite in 1982 is a good wine, but they don't know that compared with Moutai, the price is not even a fraction.

But Xiao Fei didn't understand the market.

"Alright then." Xiao Fei said, and picked up the wine glass after speaking. Those ancient warriors who raised their glasses breathed a sigh of relief, and under Xiao Xinghua's leadership, they drank it down in one gulp.

And Xiao Fei also drank it, moved his lips after drinking it, and said: "It really is a good wine."

"Wine that is more expensive than nine million is of course a good wine." Everyone couldn't help but say in their hearts. Although they are all powerful ancient warriors, they still can't drink this kind of wine.