Chapter 489 This Is Not Enough

Today Junci will see Zhixiangyin and Sadhuafan.

Photos of these two great men have been posted almost all over the Internet.

So Jun Ci can tell who the person is at a glance.

Her company is upstairs. Although the game was restarted last night, it has not spread widely on the Internet, so Jun Ci will go up to deal with it later.

She was holding coffee and chose a private room in order to attract unnecessary attention.

Her own appearance has now been published on the Internet, although the matter on the Internet has been suppressed by the incident of the Immortal Life and Death Record.

But her photo itself is so popular that there is no guarantee that no one will recognize her wearing a mask.

To avoid trouble.

Soon, Gulu notified the Sad Painting Fan and the Zhixiang Seal.

She looked out the door and saw the waiter from the cafe leading two grown men over.

One was slightly fat and looked like a big man, with a bit of a rough and arrogant temperament, but he looked very kind-faced.

The other one is thin and tall, with a gentle and elegant appearance, and wears a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses.

Both of them have ordinary looks, and there is nothing particularly surprising about them.

When you go out, it's hard for others to recognize them. These are two internet writers who dominate the Internet.

Entering the private room filled with light incense, both Zhixiangyin and Sadhuafan were slightly surprised.

Although they had heard beforehand that the emperor was a young man, being so young was beyond their expectations.

Mainly because he really looks like a teenager.

However, the aura of the other party cannot be underestimated.

The way he sat there and twirled his coffee cup slightly looked like those mysterious big shots on TV.

He has the aura of a high-ranking person.

Overall, he is a very contradictory young man.

"You two, sit down."

When the young man saw them coming, he spoke lazily and asked the two of them to sit down.

Zhi Xiangyin was naturally a rough and arrogant man. He sat down and shouted unexpectedly: "Emperor?"

The emperor is so young!

From the looks of it, he's extremely handsome.

Zhixiangyin made the man feel jealous and sigh for the first time.

It’s good to be young.

"Yes."

Jun Ci nodded and looked at the gentle-looking young man with a calm smile: "Is this the Sad Painting Fan? These two great gods have been admired for a long time."

"It doesn't matter if other people say this. Emperor, it's funny if you say this."

Zhi Xiangyin spoke very cheerfully, with an informal look. After he finished speaking, he seemed to laugh and said: "Can I ask you what your real name is? The pen name sounds weird. My real name is Song Wei. Sadly The painted fan is called Cang Shuo."

The surname of Sad Painting Fan is relatively rare.

"Jun Ci."

As soon as she announced her name, Zhi Xiangyin immediately changed her words: "Little brother Jun."

The people there are naturally generous, and in just a few words, the brothers were called.

The sad painting fan next to him, that is, Cang Shuo, looked at Jun Ci calmly with a faint smile.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "I have heard about the emperor's reputation a long time ago. When we meet today, he is indeed extraordinary. He is the best among people at such a young age. Today's young people are really getting better and better with each generation."

He seemed to be sighing something leisurely.

Through the high-spirited emperor, he seemed to vaguely see a bit of his original shadow.

He is also so promising and confident.

Now, he has money, status, and fame, but he still feels that it is not enough.