"Those are just empty titles."
Ji Xinghuo said with a smile as he shook hands with Zhulige Tu.
Zhulige Tu's name was distinctive, and from his features and physique, it was clear he belonged to an ethnic minority.
In the 23rd century, the Asia-Pacific Community had seen a significant fusion of ethnicities, and it was rare to see someone with such distinct ethnic minority traits. Most preserved their heritage due to family customs or personal preferences and enjoyed no special policies, just like other citizens.
"Hehe..." Zhulige Tu chuckled good-naturedly, "Zhonglin has always said he's your brother, I didn't believe it, but it turns out to be true."
Chi Zhonglin immediately protested, "When have I ever lied to you?"
"You've lied to me six times."
Zhulige Tu began seriously counting on his fingers, "Just now, for example, you only drank 25 cups of liquor but told me you had 29. I was about to settle the score with you when you ran off."
