Son of Heaven

"Go ahead. If he is not dead, let him come here sometime. Even if the calligraphy is poor, I will give it to him." Old General Qiu nodded.

"Yes!" Yang Zhongyong replied.

"If he is really dead, you should continue to pay close attention to the affairs of Jiangcheng. The national strategy must be implemented in Jiangcheng. This time, we must deal a firm blow to those outsiders. Therefore, this strategy must be firm. Move it to another place and carry it out." Old General Qiu said with his hands behind his back.

"Okay, Bingdao will do it with all his strength. However, Xu Jiuan's attitude is still vacillating. Whether he will fully cooperate is also one of the keys. There are rumors that the Ma family seems to have had secret contact with him." Yang Zhongyong Said.

"Let's go around and see. Under the grand ceremony of the prosperous age, there will always be some clowns who jump around for various purposes. It doesn't matter. As long as it is beneficial to the country and the people, it doesn't matter to tolerate them. As long as it is correct National strategy, they can do whatever they like. After all, this is not a political issue, but the fate of the national economy and the people's livelihood. Presumably, they will not be so indifferent. But if they harm the country and the people, then they will not have any existence necessary." Old General Qiu narrowed his eyes and said with a soft snort.However, this sentence is full of a strong taste of killing, which makes people feel a little shuddering. [

"The general is sad, the people are lucky." Yang Zhongyong was excited, raised his head and said, this is not flattery, but the bottom of his heart.

"I want to be merciful, and I just want to see if the luck can help me. I hope that God will give me a few more days to finish what I want to do." Mr. Qiu looked up at the night sky outside. A dark cloud covered the scene.

He coughed lightly, and his straight back actually began to bend a little.

"General, your body..." Yang Zhongyong's eyes were full of worry, and he stepped up to support General Qiu.

"It's okay, I can't die now, and I can last for a while. I hope that I can really finish this thing that is beneficial to the country and the people. In this way, even if I go down, I will have the face to face the past His comrades-in-arms are gone." Old Master Qiu sighed, his face seemed to have aged suddenly, he sat down slowly with Yang Zhongyong's support, put his hands on the mahogany armrests, and sighed to the sky.

It is still Huajing.

In a large courtyard outside the Fifth Ring Road, that idiot Xibei guy Zhao Peining was huddling in fear in a corner, holding his head, his body trembling.His face and body were covered with bruises, and blood was still bubbling out along the many wounds, making him look particularly miserable.Huddled against the wall, still muttering in fear, "Mom, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

A middle-aged woman was sitting in the yard, looking straight at him, with flames of mad hatred and tears of despair and heartbreak in her eyes.

"Dead? Are you really dead? How can you die? I haven't really made a move yet, why did you die like this?" She murmured, staring at the stack of documents on the table, biting her teeth It rattled.

"You're lucky if you're dead. However, this matter is far from over. I want all the people around you who were related to you to go down to accompany you. In this way, you won't be so lonely Is it right? Haha, haha, hahahaha..." She laughed wildly and nervously, and the laughter sounded like the cry of a demon owl in the silent night.