Chapter 129: Releasing Military Power with a Cup of Wine?

Although he did not know what the matter was, Ye Cang still immediately put down what he was doing and hurried over according to the address the old man had given him.

At this time, it was only noon.

In just a moment, Ye Cang arrived at the address the old man had given.

That was the address where the old man's office was located.

The journey there was smooth and unobstructed; it was clear the old man had already given notice in advance.

He knocked lightly on the office door.

The next second, the old man's voice came from inside the office.

"Is that Little Cang? You came quite quickly, come in!"

After receiving permission, Ye Cang pushed open the office door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he saw the old man wearing reading glasses, sitting at a desk handling official business.

Ye Cang did not speak, but instead sat silently on a small stool by the door and began to wait patiently.

The old man also did not speak, just continuing to handle his official business like that.

In the blink of an eye, the time arrived at evening, but even so, the old man still did not stop.

After being busy for about another hour, he finally put down the fountain pen in his hand and stood up.

"Sigh, I'm old now," the old man said, pounding his waist with a look of deep emotion.

"Back in the day, when I was young, I could sit for a whole day without any issues, but now if I sit for a whole day, my back aches and my waist hurts."

Ye Cang did not speak, but walked over quickly and began to pound the old man's waist with appropriate force.

After pounding for a good while, Ye Cang stopped.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, let's go," the old man said, picking up his coat and walking slowly toward the outside.

As he walked, he said, "Little Cang, aren't you curious why I called you over today, and why I made you wait for me all afternoon?"

Ye Cang shook his head.

"I'm not curious. You have your reasons; if you want to tell me, you naturally will. If you don't want to say, it would be useless even if I pestered you with questions."

This answer from Ye Cang made the old man laugh.

"Hahaha, you kid, you're quite shrewd."

"Let's go, you've waited all afternoon, you must be starving. I promised to treat you to a meal tonight; this old man is cooking personally today, you're in for a treat."

Ye Cang did not speak, but followed silently behind the old man.

Soon the two of them got into a car, and the driver drove them back to the old man's residence.

The old man's residence was not very far from his office; it was a small house of only about 60 square meters, and the location was very quiet.

The driver parked the car and then left.

At this moment, only the old man and Ye Cang remained here.

Walking into the room, the old man changed his clothes, then washed his hands thoroughly, turned, and went into the kitchen to start cooking.

Watching the busy old man, Ye Cang rolled up his sleeves, intending to go up and help out.

But he was refused by the old man.

"Little Cang, just sit there. I promised I would cook personally; what would it be if you helped?"

"Go on, go on, go sit in the room."

"If you really want to help, go brew the tea on my desk. Remember not to put in too much, just a tiny bit is enough."

The old man's tone allowed for no questioning, and Ye Cang could not say anything more, so he could only follow the old man's instructions and return to the room to prepare the tea.

The old man's room was very simple and plain.

Aside from just a bed, a desk, a dining table, and two stools, there was nothing else.

Following the old man's instructions, Ye Cang found the tea leaves, brewed a pot of tea, and then came to the kitchen, silently watching the old man.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

The meal was ready.

This meal was not sumptuous; there were only two dishes.

One was braised pork, one was stir-fried pea shoots, and there was also a small dish of chili sauce.

The old man took the initiative to serve Ye Cang a bowl of rice, and then the two sat down to eat.

The old man's appetite was not large; he only ate half a bowl of rice before stopping.

The rest of the time, the old man just watched Ye Cang eat with a smile.

Not until Ye Cang had finished all the food on the table by himself did the old man speak.

The old man then spoke.

"Are you full?"

Ye Cang nodded.

"I'm full."

In fact, as a Third Generation God Body, Ye Cang did not need to eat at all now.

Eating, for him, was more like a formality.

Hearing Ye Cang say he was full, the old man continued, "Little Cang, I believe you are very curious right now."

"Why I suddenly had you come over and cooked for you."

"It's like this: this old man received a file about you two days ago. The file says that you are using your troops to weight your own importance."

"Everything you do is entirely for your own sake. It says that if you are left to your own devices like this, sooner or later your ambition will bring endless war to Huaxia."

"Do you understand the meaning of my words?"

Ye Cang blinked his eyes after hearing this.

No wonder the old man personally cooked for him today; it turned out to be because of this matter.

He was accused of holding troops to weight his own importance, interesting.

Setting aside who slandered him for a moment, just looking at the old man's intent.

He was afraid the old man wanted to learn from Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin and pull a "releasing military power with a cup of wine" move!

If that were the case...

Watching the silent Ye Cang, the old man said again, "Why has little Cang stopped talking?"

"At the very least, you should explain this matter of holding troops to weight your own importance; silence is not your habit, kid."

After a moment of silence, Ye Cang said straightforwardly, "If you believe in your heart that I am holding troops to weight my own importance, then I have nothing to say."

"Since you already think so, no matter how I explain it, it would be useless, and it would likely only make this matter seem even more true."

"Everything I, Ye Cang, have done is with a clear conscience, entirely for the sake of Huaxia; you also know about the matter of the Five Great Legions."

"If you want the management rights of the Five Great Legions now, I will give them to you immediately, and I will never say another word."

"But I hope you don't learn from Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin and play some game of 'releasing military power with a cup of wine,' okay? I was promoted by you personally; there is no need for 'releasing military power with a cup of wine' at all."

After Ye Cang finished speaking, the old man's face turned red with anger.

The next second, the old man stood up and "smacked" Ye Cang on the head.

"You brat, 'releasing military power with a cup of wine' indeed!" the old man said with an angry face.

"I'm releasing a fart of military power; if you don't give me the management rights of the Five Great Legions, do you think I can't control them?"

"What I meant by saying that just now was for you to think about who is slandering you."

"And you, you went and escalated the severity of the matter to a whole new level."

"If there had been a third person here today, neither of us would have been able to back down!"

After hearing this, Ye Cang reached out and touched the spot where he had been hit.

Well, he had guessed wrong.

However, he did not feel embarrassed.

But the old man said to guess who slandered him; did he even need to think about that?

It seemed that apart from Du Kaao, there was no one else, right?

Oh, there was also Huang Lao.

However, the probability of Huang Lao slandering him was almost zero!