"Brother Siming, long time no see! I think about you every waking moment!"
Boss Cao's howl made him start crying himself.
Jiang Siming felt a chill listening to him. Anyone who didn't know better would think this fellow's wife had remarried. What a fake cry.
"Mengde, if you really miss me, come down and reminisce with me. What kind of friend hides on top of the city wall?"
Jiang Siming finished eating the orange, clapped his hands, and called up toward the city tower.
How could Boss Cao be tricked into opening the gates so easily? He sobbed:
"It's not that I refuse to open the gates, brother. I simply can't communicate with these foreign subordinates. I haven't learned how to say 'open the door' in their language yet."
"Bah!"
Zhao Yun and the others cursed inwardly.
When it came to shamelessness, Boss Cao was still the best.
Jiang Siming had long since grown used to it. Not only was he not angry, he even chuckled. "I really didn't expect this. After so many years apart, Old Cao, you've actually become the king of Rome in a foreign land."
"That still can't compare to your Great Ming Dynasty, brother."
Boss Cao gave a faint, cold smile, and a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.
Only recently had he learned that Jiang Siming had already unified the Han realm, overthrown the Han Dynasty, and established the Great Ming Dynasty.
Under Jiang Siming's leadership, the Great Ming Dynasty had changed with every passing day. The country was wealthy and its armies powerful, and it had even dealt with all the troublesome foreign tribes—the Rong Di, Wuhuan, and Xianbei.
It had reclaimed all the lands and grasslands north of Yanmen Pass.
Not only that, but even the Kushan Empire and Parthian