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Chapter 267

The day after the Iron Legion was destroyed, various forces paying attention to the trends in the Northeast knew about it. For a while, it secretly caused a lot of fluctuations. (br

In the Xicheng District of Beijing, on the west side of the Forbidden City, there is a majestic and beautiful Ming Dynasty building. It is the center of power in China and the Government Affairs Office of the State Council, a place beyond the reach of ordinary people.

A quaintly decorated office is filled with neatly arranged registration documents. An old man in his fifties is sitting at a quaint and thick desk reviewing documents...

This is an old man who is familiar to at least one billion people in the country. His black hair is neatly combed, and there are fine fish scale lines on the corners of his mouth and eyelids. His spirit looks quite strong, and his pupils are bright and black under his thick eyebrows.

It's bottomless, and it's heart-wrenching to look at.

"Prime Minister, Team Leader Shangguan is here." A middle-aged secretary came over and said.

"Ask him to come in." The Prime Minister said, putting down the pen in his hand, walked out of the desk, and walked into another antique-decorated leisure room.

The lounge is relatively spacious, but does not have too many furnishings. The decoration is simple and generous, dignified and steady. There are four simple and elegant wooden chairs with backrests, and a hand-carved coffee table. The warm and simple wooden coffee table is calm and steady, and its solemnity shows extraordinary magnanimity. On the coffee table

There is a tea tray with a simple style. The wood is hard and the wood grain is flexible. It is carefully carved with the unique ingenuity of the carver. The shape is unique. The carved Laughing Buddha gives people a lifelike feeling. There is a handful of purple sand on the tea tray.

There are eight small teacups placed next to the teapot. Each teacup has a traditional Chinese character with dragons and phoenixes dancing in it, which together form a sentence: "The best kindness is like water, and kindness carries everything."

The decoration of the entire leisure room complements each other, does not appear to be obtrusive at all, and looks pleasing to the eye.

Shangguan walked in and looked at the Prime Minister who was sitting on a wooden chair having tea and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, if you summon me so urgently early in the morning, it won't cause any major national events." Shangguan seemed to be familiar with Premier Xiao in private, and when he spoke

It seemed less bureaucratic, and after finishing speaking, he sat on the wooden chair opposite Premier Xiao.

Good tea. I poured a cup for Shangguan and I also poured a cup. Then I raised my head and smiled slightly and said, "What's the use of calling you here when something important happens in the country?"

"I have taken all the trouble to give you a bottle of peerless wine, why can't you give me some face?" Shangguan glared at Premier Xiao with dissatisfaction, then stood up and took a sip. (Please remember to read p; "The wine is good."

Wine, but I always feel like it’s not a good drink.” Mr. Xiao said with a smile.

"If you don't understand the beauty of this wine, you will taste it slowly if you taste it slowly." Shangguan also said with a smile.

"Wine is a double-edged sword. A small drink can refresh you, but drinking too much may damage your body and bones." Premier Xiao glanced at Shangguan, then slowly picked up the teacup and blew on it, and took a tepid sip of tea.

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"Then what kind of wine is it? If it's unfamiliar low-quality wine, that's the case. But what's the harm in drinking too much good wine that can prolong life?" Shangguan said with a smile.

"Do you really believe that this wine is a good wine that prolongs life? Are you afraid that the sequelae of this wine are accumulating? I'm afraid it will be too late for treatment by then." Premier Xiao said, picking up the purple clay pot and pouring a glass for Shangguan.

"You can drink it with confidence. After my long-term understanding and analysis of this wine, there is currently no possibility of this wine harming the body, unless it deteriorates in the future, so I am supervising to prevent it from deteriorating. If there are any problems, I will deal with them as soon as possible.

." Shangguan suddenly became very serious.

Prime Minister Xiao stopped talking in circles and said directly: "You should know what happened in the Northeast. In just a few months, the Southeast and Northeast have come under his control. A thousand-mile embankment has been destroyed by an ant nest. I hope you will not relax your supervision. At present,

Its momentum is too aggressive, and once it forms a climate, it will become very difficult to harm society."

"I understand. I will ring the bell for him from time to time. What do you think about him and the Liu family?" Shangguan asked.

"Just wait and see what happens."

"This time, Old Man Liu may not just sit back and watch him grow stronger. He may take action to kill this threat."

"For now, his power is not enough to pose a threat to him, and he is very self-sufficient. He should not make the first move and be criticized. At least he will not use the power in his hands."

Shangguan sneered and said: "If Old Man Liu looks at him with ordinary eyes, I look forward to the good show in the future."

"Are you very optimistic about him?" Premier Xiao asked with a flash of his eyes.

Shangguan shook his head and said: "I only know that this Southeast man is not a good person."

"I hope this will not shake the foundation of the country."



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In a quaint room at Liu's house in Beijing, a ruddy-faced and vigorous-spirited old man was splashing ink on the nanmu table, with Liu Suifeng standing behind him.

Although the old man is nearly 70 years old, he has a strong waist, a deep and penetrating voice, a cold pressure exuding in his bright hazel eyes, and unparalleled majesty in his every move. It is obvious that this old man was once powerful.

"Grandpa, this person's power has grown too fast. If he continues to shake up my Liu family's industry with his exhibitions, what should I do now?" Liu Suifeng said.

After Liu Suifeng finished speaking, an ink painting of the old man was also completed. It seemed that his mood was not affected by Liu Suifeng's words.

"Suifeng, let's see what you think?" The old man put the wolf-hair pen in his hand on the inkstone, pointed at the painting on the table, then picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands and looked at Liu Suifeng and said.

Liu Suifeng looked at it thoughtfully, and saw a giant dragon roaring into the sky painted on the snow-white rice paper. It looked majestic and showed its teeth and claws. It looked like this giant dragon was roaring to the sky...

Not only did he lose ten billion US dollars to him, but he also provoked my Liu family in public. Could it be that grandpa is already angry and ready to take action?

Liu Suifeng thought to himself, and when he was about to speak, he saw the old man sitting on the table with a cup of hot tea and said: "Take a closer look."

Isn't it?

Liu Suifeng could only focus on the painting again. After carefully scanning it back and forth, he finally saw the clues. He saw that the scales outlined in ink under the dragon's neck were in the wrong order and were a bit messy, as if they had been affected by something.

As if he had been attacked, Liu Suifeng initially thought it was caused by his grandfather accidentally writing, but now it seems that is not the case.

There is no doubt that this is the key, but what does this mean?

Liu Suifeng thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. It was Ni Lin. Yes, this place was the dragon's Ni Lin.

Just as he was about to say more, he saw a flash of appreciation in the old man's eyes, and said with a smile: "Now do you understand what it means?"

"The artistic conception is so profound that my grandson still barely understands it," Liu Suifeng said with a smile.

"Tell me what you know."

"As far as I know, there is a palm-sized white scale under the dragon's neck, which is in the shape of a crescent. From an anatomical point of view, this white scale is the fatal part of the dragon. The blood flows from the main blood vessel of the dragon's heart.

It gushes out from the white scales and spreads to various blood vessels, so once the dragon with the best temperament is touched by this white reverse scale, it will immediately emit infinite dragon power like a volcanic explosion..."

"What do you want to understand?" the old man said, holding the cup lid in his right hand and gently plucking the tea leaves in the cup, then he blew lightly and took a sip.

Liu Suifeng nodded and said: "I understand, grandpa means that it is not appropriate to touch him now. As long as he offends the real interests of our Liu family, it is not too late to take action. That's it, grandpa."

"Everyone is looking at our Liu family now. It is obviously not the time to make a big move, and it also seems that our Liu family does not have the capacity to accommodate others."

"Are we just going to watch him run around like this?" Liu Suifeng obviously wanted to do something.

"You have a good talent, but unfortunately your mentality still needs to be tempered. You are still too young to say it. Maybe this is an opportunity to temper yourself. You can consider it yourself. Remember the principle of boiling a frog in cold water and guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Go."

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At the same time, the core figures of each family in the capital were talking about the Northeast. Some talked briefly and then calmed down, seeming not to take it to heart. Some talked for a relatively long time, and even started to talk.

For example, Ding Bukuang's Ding family was arguing with his old man with a red neck and a rough voice. They seemed to have different opinions. The same was true for Wang Ziping's Wang family, but the dispute was not as intense as that of the Ding family. In the final analysis, Wang Ziping still had too much dispute.

Pussy, if it weren’t for being the only son of the Wang family, it’s still unknown whether he dared to bet three billion US dollars last time.dd


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