New Order Plan

Xiao Tao sat there quietly, the pipa in her arms covering half of her face.

The soft light fell on her, making her look pitiful and endearing.

The guests in the room all fell silent.

Qin Dahai's mind was elsewhere. He silently finished his drink, pondering how to test Liu Minzhong.

That old man is not easy to deal with.

He secretly observed Liu Minzhong's lower back out of the corner of his eye, but couldn't see anything unusual; it didn't seem like he was hiding a tail.

Judging from the proportions of the photo, the tail is about the same thickness as a wine glass.

If you wrap it around your waist, it will definitely stand out.

Could it be that the length and thickness can change?

Or is it really just a visual illusion?

In any case, we need to find a way to test the waters.

Based on existing research data, it is currently difficult to identify this type of catastrophe that occurs during awakening.

Even blood tests, these guys can pass without any problems.

Because their gene sequences are almost identical to those of normal humans.

Even the slightest anomaly cannot be directly characterized.

For example, if an ordinary person has undergone a bone marrow transplant or hematopoietic stem cell transplant, then their DNA will exhibit chimerism.

There are even some natural chimeras, which have two completely different sets of DNA in their bodies.

To identify these types of cataclysmic variants, the only way is to force them to reveal their weaknesses.

However, this is somewhat difficult.

The sound of tuning instruments filled the air on stage.

Qin Dahai placed the empty cup on the table and fell into deep thought.

Meng Qiji, who was serving behind him, immediately stepped forward to pour wine.

At that moment, the sound of a pipa began to play.

Meng Qiji was taken aback, then stood up and looked back.

What a strange melody.

But it doesn't sound bad; on the contrary, it has a strange, indescribable feel to it.

Qin Dahai was also drawn in and looked up at the stage.

Xiao Tao gently closed her eyes, her expression slightly saddened.

This is a folk tune from my hometown.

She learned it from an old repairman when she was in school.

The old repairman would always sit alone in his dormitory playing this tune, then take out the bottle of liquor he had secretly hidden and take a small sip.

That bottle of wine wasn't finished when she graduated.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Xiaotao's lips.

It seems to be a nostalgic look back at that time.

offstage.

The guests looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had never heard such an unusual piece of music before.

Of course, they couldn't understand the meaning behind the music either.

However, as members of the elite, they still had to put on an act.

"This piece of music is really good."

"Yes, yes, it has a unique charm."

"The Speaker's taste is indeed refined."

"You mean Niu or Qu?"

"..."

on the main table.

Liu Minzhong looked at Xiao Tao, somewhat surprised.

Xiao Tao had never played this piece for him before.

What is this?

He had never heard a similar melody or style before.

It doesn't sound like a pipa piece.

"Speaker, what is this?"

The vice-chancellor of the National Southwest Associated University cast a humble, inquiring glance my way.

As a learned and cultured man, he also became curious about this unfamiliar piece of music.

For some reason, this piece of music makes me feel a bit restless.

In short, it doesn't sound good.

It's like sawing wood inside your ear.

The chief judge bluntly stated, "She is beautiful, but the music she plays is too rough and lacks elegance."

The news agency president next to him also looked disgusted, revealing a disappointed expression.

The same applies to everyone else.

Apart from Qin Dahai.

He listened very attentively.

Others thought it sounded bad, but he found it exceptionally pleasant.

It was as if some kind of magic had touched his heartstrings.

He felt a strange power bursting forth from his heart, brimming with vitality, seeping into his blood.

Even his spirit seemed to have been baptized and tempered, and he felt a warm sensation in his head.

Before long, he found that the smell of alcohol had dissipated, he was radiant, and full of energy.

magical!

When Liu Minzhong heard the question from the president of the National Southwest Associated University, he pondered how to answer.

Saying you don't know in this situation would be a bit beneath you.

But he truly knew nothing about it.

Just as everyone was waiting for Liu Minzhong to answer their questions, a low murmur suddenly came from beside the table.

"Missola~Siri~Sila shivering~~~"

"Dora do~ Sao shi la~ Dorami ri~~~"

Meng Qiji was momentarily distracted and, holding the wine bottle, couldn't help but sing along.

He used to be a theater actor, so he was quite good at it and it wasn't difficult for him.

Butler Hu Zhong frowned slightly, about to remind Meng Qiji, but was stopped by Liu Minzhong's hand.

Liu Minzhong smiled and said to everyone, "This is a song composed by Xiao Tao herself. Since you are curious, let this young man sing it for you."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Meng Qiji.

Meng Qiji was startled and instinctively wanted to explain, but he quickly realized that this was a golden opportunity.

Although he had no idea what the lyrics were, that didn't matter.

Speaker Liu's sudden statement must be because he himself is unsure.

"It is a great honor for me to sing lyrics written by the Speaker himself!"

Meng Qiji immediately bowed to Liu Minzhong in response.

Liu Minzhong nodded with a smile, his eyes showing encouragement and appreciation.

This young man is good.

interesting.

Without hesitation, Meng Qiji began improvising lyrics as he walked toward the stage.

There was no tension, only excitement.

He walked over to Xiao Tao and quietly explained the situation.

Xiao Tao hesitated for a moment, and then began to play again after Meng Qiji was ready.

"Senior, sit firmly on the South Mountain~~"

Like pine and cypress trees, they withstand frost and snow, their enduring legacy lasting.

Meng Qiji had only sung two lines when people below started clapping and cheering.

Xiao Tao kept her head down, feeling a wave of disgust upon hearing the sycophantic lyrics.

It felt like something you loved had been defiled.

Liu Minzhong laughed heartily at this moment, and a hint of affection appeared in his eyes as he looked at Meng Qiji.

This same child delivered the milk today.

With such skills, being a waiter is a waste of his talents.

If he had grandchildren, they would be around this age now.

As Meng Qiji sang his lyrics, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became more lively.

After several rounds of drinks and a taste of the dishes, everyone was slightly tipsy.

Some people have already been led by waiters to their guest rooms to rest.

At the main table, only Qin Dahai, Liu Minzhong, and Sun Chengdao remained.

On stage, Xiao Tao changed to a different song.

Liu Minzhong, his face flushed, smoked a cigarette. After a moment's thought, he said with a deep look in his eyes, "Brother Sun, if I were you, I wouldn't refuse the transfer order to the Executive Yuan."

"I still have things to finish."

"That's a position many people never reach in their entire lives. How many more years do you and I have left to live?"

"Everyone dies eventually, so how high an official position is considered truly high...?"

Sun Chengdao took a sip of wine, smacked his lips twice, and then uttered a remark, seemingly unintentionally.

Liu Minzhong chuckled dryly upon hearing this.

That old stubborn fool really thinks he's a saint.

He casually clinked glasses, but a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

Just then, Meng Qiji suddenly cried out in surprise beside him.

"Little Peach Girl, get out of the way!"