Yes, Madam Prime Minister

A few years later, Madam Zhao became the top official in Changchun.

The higher-ups took the initiative to talk to her, asking if she had any thoughts. Madam Zhao said that was enough and that they shouldn't promote her any further.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious, Xiao Ying." Ronan couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing Madam Zhao's story.

Mrs. Zhao pursed her lips and said, "You probably won't believe it, but I think being mayor is really not that difficult."

Ronan suppressed his laughter. "Of course, that's not difficult at all. All the officials in Changchun know that you have tremendous connections, and you yourself were at least influenced by me. You may not be very familiar with the power struggles, but you are very capable of developing a new city."

The first difficulty in being an official is how to handle relationships with superiors and subordinates, but this problem simply doesn't exist for Madam Zhao.

The higher-ups treated her with an attitude that everything was negotiable, after all, a top official had given her special instructions, and the locals understood.

As for those below, they also held her in the highest esteem, not because Madam Zhao understood the ways of officialdom, but on the contrary, her working methods were very simple and brutal, which made people have no choice but to respect her.

In terms of handling government affairs...

If you give her a place with a long history and good development, she might be overwhelmed.

But this emerging city has been able to formulate a series of very useful policies based on things she has learned over the years.

"It's a pity, it's about time to say goodbye to this place." Madam Zhao sighed, then quickly smiled again. "However, there's nothing to regret. They have everything they need, and they'll have to rely on themselves from now on."

Ronan couldn't help but reminisce, "Being an official must be very interesting."

The pure joy of being an official and improving a place or a group of people is something those who chase fame and fortune can never experience.

The greatest spiritual pleasure for intelligent beings is to transform the world and others.

Those who interpret this pleasure as a desire for domination are undoubtedly those who neither understand nor can access this pleasure.

"Yes," Madam Zhao replied.

Although it was only a short period of a dozen years, although nothing major happened during those years, and although the final result was only some unremarkable changes to this city in the northeast of Seris, it was a period of time that she would remember for a long time to come.

The reason is not only that she gained simple happiness, but more importantly, over the past ten years, she has gradually come to understand Ronan, her son, Garcia who killed her son, and even Ahriman who orchestrated all the tragedies.

She truly and completely emerged from the tragedy.

"Let's go, it's getting dark, let's get something warm to eat," Ronan said. Actually, it was still early, but there was no other way; it got dark early in Northeast China at this time of year, and if they didn't go eat soon, all the restaurants would be closing.

“You’ve come at the perfect time. Someone told me yesterday that some good stuff had arrived, and it’s probably ready by now,” Mrs. Zhao said, as she went to get her bearskin coat.

“What is it?” Ronan asked.

As Mrs. Zhao put on her coat and boots, she answered, "Bear paws, and some other wild game."

“Oh, you’re in for a treat,” Ronan said.

The two left together, and Mrs. Zhao led the way to a local upscale restaurant.

Next came a feast full of Northeastern specialties.

Chapter 1324

inside the house.

Having just taken off her bearskin coat and set it aside, Madam Zhao sat on a low stool and began taking off her deerskin boots. She was initially slow and deliberate, but after glancing at Ronan, she immediately quickened her pace.

At this point, Ronan had stripped naked and was sitting cross-legged on the pit.

He drank a lot of ginseng chicken soup at dinner the night before, and he also drank most of the jar of deer blood wine.

He feels very hot all over now.

His thick, long penis stood erect between his legs like a pillar, pressed tightly against his well-defined abdominal muscles. The enormous, purplish-red glans was the size of an egg, with bulging veins coiled around it. The massive member seemed to radiate heat, and its intoxicating masculine scent could be smelled from several meters away. As Madam Zhao undressed, her eyes remained fixed on Ronan.

Soon, Mrs. Zhao, who had already stripped down to only her underwear and socks, climbed onto the pit.

She wore a simple, conservative bra and panties with no embellishments, paired with slightly thick, sheer white pantyhose and a pair of beige, openwork wool-knit over-the-knee socks.

Without saying a word, Madam Zhao, with a seductive and lewd expression, grasped the glans penis with one hand and began licking it from the testicles to the base, to the coronal sulcus, and all the way to the tip. After licking it repeatedly, she began to suck and swallow it with a look of ecstasy.

"Sizzle... sizzle..." The sizzling sucking sound could be heard secretly.

Every now and then, Mrs. Zhao would thrust out the penis, quickly sweeping her wet tongue back and forth along the glans and urethral opening. "Mmm...uh...Ronan...your big cock is so thick...so hard...so hot...mmm...I like it so much...I want it so badly..." After a few strokes, she would suddenly swallow deeply, and as she spat it out, she would say, "It's so delicious...it's incredibly delicious..."

Madam Zhao kept switching between oral sex techniques, interspersing her speech with lewd and obscene words that were in stark contrast to her gentle and quiet temperament.

Ronan felt a burning sensation pricking every pore of his body, a tingling pleasure spreading throughout his entire being. "Xiao Ying, how come you're so lewd right from the start?"

Madam Zhao sometimes does this, especially when she's about to climax, she likes to say things like this, but this is the first time Ronan has seen her say this right from the start. "I missed you so much." As she said this, Madam Zhao spat out his penis and licked and stroked his abs, reaching Ronan's pectoral muscles. She then gently bit his nipple, making a gurgling sound, before raising her head and asking for a kiss with seductive eyes.

As soon as Ronan kissed her, Madam Zhao stuck out her tongue, while simultaneously tearing open the crotch of her white stockings. She then lifted her buttocks and sat down, inserting her enormous penis into her already soaking wet vagina. She then thrust into her several times in quick succession, as if she wanted to drive her penis straight into her depraved womb.

Sensing Madam Zhao's surging desire, Ronan, who was already extremely excited, instantly became intoxicated.

He suddenly leaned down and pressed down on Madam Zhao, gripping her calves tightly wrapped in white silk, and began to thrust wildly, soon ejaculating white semen. Half an hour later...

Ronan held Madam Zhao tightly as they stood on the pit, thrusting upwards repeatedly. The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other were incessant. With each impact, Madam Zhao's limp, white-silk-clad legs would dangle violently in mid-air from the shockwave.

Just ten minutes ago, those plump, white-stockinged feet were tightly gripping Ronan's waist.

"Ahhhhh, no, don't insert it..." Mrs. Zhao almost cried and begged for mercy, "Ronan, put me down, put me down, oh oh oh oh oh."

Ronan continued fucking her, saying, "Xiao Ying, at least wait until I ejaculate before we talk."

"Well, umm... ahhhhhh." Madam Zhao wanted to speak, but also wanted to scream. She gritted her teeth and held back for a moment, her big toe almost tearing the white stockings. She still couldn't help but scream out loud, then weakly scratched Ronan's back with her fingers, "Then hurry up and shoot, I really can't take it anymore."

"I just can't ejaculate. I'm not holding back at all, I just can't," Ronan said, looking very troubled.

"Let me go, stop it, ahh." Madam Zhao hummed softly, "Put me down, use my feet to make it come out, ahhh, I really can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore."

Ronan, in top form, had drunk too much ginseng chicken soup and deer blood wine, and became serious again, which Mrs. Zhao still couldn't handle.

Ronan smiled, put Madam Zhao down, and let her lie on the bed.

He didn't grab her legs and bring them together to form a stockinged foot hole for him to fuck; he just let her lie down, stroking her with one hand and slowly stroking his penis with the other. After five or six minutes, Mrs. Zhao's breathing became even and smooth. Ronan opened the window a little, then lay down on his side and inserted himself again, slowly wriggling.

After wriggling for a moment, Ronan whispered in Madam Zhao's ear, "Does it feel good?"

"Mm," Madam Zhao replied.

After a while, Ronan finally started to feel it. "I've been thinking about it, and this ginseng and deer blood are probably products of demonic transformation, otherwise they wouldn't have any effect on me."

"That's how it is," Madam Zhao replied, but then immediately asked, "But, is that all?"

"Uh." Ronan gave an awkward smile.

Madam Zhao immediately understood and nudged Ronan with her elbow, saying, "I knew it, you were deliberately messing with me."

Ronan chuckled twice, gently kneading Madam Zhao's round, firm breasts. "You're really too engrossed in it, um, Xiao Ying, I'm going to speed things up." With that, Ronan began to increase his speed.

After a few thrusts, Ronan ejaculated, then thrust a few more times with great force, causing Madam Zhao's white-stockinged thighs to tremble. Ronan had a satisfying ejaculation, and felt refreshed and clear-headed.

As the penis was pulled out, a huge amount of thick, viscous semen quickly flowed out, soaking the inside of the white silk-clad thighs, one side of the buttocks, and the cleft of the buttocks.

Ronan went down into the pit and got a cup of hot tea, adding lots of sugar.

After drinking the hot sweet tea, I was completely sobered up and felt much better.

Madam Zhao stared intently at Ronan. "Ronan?"

"What?" Ronan asked.

"I'll go change my socks, then we'll come back," Mrs. Zhao said.

Ronan chuckled, "You're good again?"

"I just haven't done it in a long time, and I've always used a small vibrator. Giving you such a rough treatment was a bit much for me, but I'm used to it now," Mrs. Zhao said. "Next, I'll drain you dry." "Xiao Ying, when did you become as stubborn as Ying Qi?" Ronan teased.

Madam Zhao couldn't help but chuckle, "We were originally one..."

people.

“Indeed.” Ronan nodded.

"By the way, what kind of stockings do you want? Open crotch, suspenders, calf stockings, bodysuits, lace, striped, black, white, I have them all here," Mrs. Zhao said, rattling off a list.

"Why are there so many? And what about those that they don't usually wear?" Ronan asked curiously.

“Sometimes I’ll dress up in something a little sexy, look in the mirror, and fantasize that it’s you fucking me while I masturbate.” Mrs. Zhao said with some emotion, “You really are the best. When you masturbate, you have large vibrators inserted in your front and back, clips on your breasts, and your mouth stuffed full, but it still doesn’t feel right.”

Ronan smiled meaningfully, "Xiao Ying, you just said you only use the small one for masturbation."

Mrs. Zhao immediately realized she had let something slip, and in her embarrassment and anger, she punched Ronan several times.

Chapter 1325

At the end of December, as the Gregorian calendar approaches the new year, it is winter fishing season in Seris and Jiaozhou. The weather has warmed up slightly recently, and fishermen are going out to sea every day. Once it gets colder, they will basically have to stop fishing.

As evening fell, fishing boats began to return one after another.

Lu Jianling's ship was among the first to return. There was no other reason for returning so early; she simply loved the feeling of having the calm sea beneath her feet, the golden fishing port in the distance, and the adorable yet annoying seagulls overhead.

Upon reaching the shore, Lu Jianling stood on the pier, accepting the fish that were of poor quality or already dead from the crew, and tossed them into the air to the seagulls that had flown from distant Siberia to Jiaozhou to spend the winter.

A dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Sigh, after more than ten years, I still don't understand why you like feeding these things, boss." He continued, "If I feed them until they're half full, they won't think about stealing or robbing other fishermen. And other fishermen, out of respect for me, won't kill them." Lu Jianling answered while continuing to feed the birds.

The middle-aged man still couldn't understand, "I don't know when these birds started, our family has been fishing here for generations, and we've never heard of killing these birds."

“In the past, no matter how much seafood there was, it couldn’t be transported far. It could only reach the local fishermen, so there was no conflict with them. Now, the boats are faster, there is ice, the roads are better, more and more people are eating seafood, and more and more people are making a living by fishing.” Lu Jianbeng said with some emotion, “Let’s give these birds a way to survive.”

"Hey, actually, you could have just said something, boss," the middle-aged man said.

The middle-aged man is a big shot in the fishing industry in Jiaozhou. Since his grandfather's generation, no one has fished personally. Lu Jianling, a woman who came here more than ten years ago, mainly writes novels and fishes only for fun, is the leader of this group of big shots.

It was all a coincidence. Back then, Lu Jianling had gotten her own boat to fish, and a bunch of people wanted to teach her the local customs.

Later, Lu Jianling overthrew the person who set the rules and then became the person who set the rules himself.

Lu Jianling smiled and said, "Old Fang, when you become the boss in the future, remember, don't just ask people to do things casually. A boss who gives orders casually will be looked down upon by his subordinates."

"I'll be the boss of birds." As soon as the words left his mouth, the dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man called Lao Fang suddenly paused, realizing something was wrong, and looked at Lu Jianling with suspicion mixed with expectation, "Boss Lu?"

“Ha, you’re still sharp. Yes, I have some things to take care of and I’m planning to retire,” Lu Jianling said. “But don’t get too excited. To be honest, I’ve said the same thing to a few other people.”

Ah, this, Lao Fang, who had initially felt that he had been handpicked, was a little disappointed, but his face didn't show much emotion. He even asked Lu Jianling with a smile, "Boss Lu, if there's anything you need, we may not be able to help, but we can still get information."

"You're overthinking it. It's just that my man is here, and I have to go with him."

Lu Jianling said.

"Huh? Huh?" Old Fang was stunned.

He had just thought he was going to take over the position, and then learned that he was only one of the candidates. He didn't react much to such a rollercoaster of emotions, but this time he was dumbfounded.

Lu Jianling asked, "Is there something strange?"

"No, no," Lao Fang replied.

"I'm going home. Don't come looking for me these next few days unless it's important. After the winter fishing season ends, we'll have a meeting to elect a new chairman." With that, Lu Jianling picked through the seafood, filled a bag with it, and left the pier without looking back. He walked away and eventually disappeared from Lao Fang's sight.

At this moment, Lao Fang immediately called over a few of his men and asked them to contact some of his most capable subordinates and tell them that something important was going to happen at 8 p.m. at the Bai Family Old Tavern.

He still wants to fight for the position of chairman of the fisheries association. He's not fighting for the money, but for pride, isn't he?

Meanwhile, not long after, Lu Jianling returned home, took a shower to wash away the fishy smell of seafood.

After taking a shower, wrapped in a thick, belted bathrobe, Lu Jianling was about to prepare dinner when Ronan surprised her with his simple meal.

“You’ve really gone silent now,” Lu Jianling said.

“Just a little special ability,” Ronan replied. “I’ll cook dinner. If you cook, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist watching.” Lu Jianyu lowered his head slightly. “You can’t resist even though I’m wrapped in such a thick bathrobe?”

“Your ass is as big as two millstones put together, no amount of clothing can cover it,” Ronan said. “Just looking at it makes me want to shove it in and fuck it hard.”

"Stop talking, or I won't be able to eat," Lu Jianling complained, then immediately turned and went back into the house. "You cook, I'm going to change my clothes." After a while, Lu Jianling came out, still wearing the same bathrobe, but she had changed her clothes underneath. She was wearing thick, slightly shiny black stockings, so only her feet and calves were visible, and it was impossible to tell the details.

While Ronan was cooking, Lu Jianling took the opportunity to talk about her experiences over the years.

Jiaozhou is where she was born and raised. She came back to visit. Writing novels is her greatest hobby, and as for fishing, that was a hobby she developed when she lived in Bincheng with Guo Hanlu. However, times have changed, and fishing is no longer allowed freely in Jiaozhou.

Originally, Lu Jianling intended to follow the rules; she wasn't someone who liked to get into conflicts. However, the fishermen here were being exploited so cruelly that she couldn't stand it and took action.

As a former governor-general who controlled a region's military and political affairs, Lu Jianling's military talent was only above average, and her governance skills were just so-so. However, her ability to fight against others was first-rate. This group of people who were half-gangsters and half-businessmen simply couldn't outmaneuver her. The former boss, who couldn't outmaneuver her, could only overturn the table. Then, this boss was taken over and his fishing business was taken over by Lu.

After finishing the story, Lu Jianlin leaned back slightly in his chair. "Honestly," Ronan said, "young people these days are too eager for quick success and instant benefits, leaving no room for maneuver. Times have changed. It's a fast-paced society now, not in terms of life, but in terms of capital." He continued, "This guy in front of you, after generations of hard work, finally became an artificial superhuman. He's quite capable, and he's found a powerful backer. Naturally, he's eager to accumulate enough capital to make his way in the world."

"Looks like things are about to get chaotic again," Lu Jianling said.

"There's no way around it, no matter how big the cake is, there can only be so many people to cut it," Ronan said casually. "Besides, the bigger the cake, the bigger people's appetites."

As the two chatted, the dishes were served one after another.

Time was tight, so there weren't any fancy dishes or soups; we just made something simple.

Home-style boiled baby octopus and prawns, braised baby sea bass.