In addition to the Anluoer Gate, there is another palace in Yunnan that has aroused the curiosity and speculation of many people, and that is the Temple of Solomon of the West. It is the 18th-century British palace built by the world's most famous architect, Ans Liehua, outside the suburbs of Yunnan.
A large-scale place was established.
Its architecture may not be as majestic as the Forbidden City, but it is definitely more suitable for people to live in than the Forbidden City in Beijing. The scenery is pleasant and full of magnificent and unknown flowers. Of course, there are sweet-looking and sexy maids.
.It is simply a man’s dream paradise.
It was already late at night, but the Temple of Solomon outside the suburbs of Yunnan was brightly lit, as if there was some grand festival going on.
Those who can be invited by Birendra, the owner of Solomon's Temple, are naturally famous celebrities in Yunnan.
Bilandran is a tall and burly middle-aged man with light gray hair, brown skin, some pockmarks on his face, and a pair of black eyes that seem to contain a kind of greed and wantonness.
There are only two guests today, Lei Pili and Luo Ximan, the second heir of an ancient British family. He looks very manly, with a scar on his rough face, between the right side of his face and his ear.
Birendra sat around a marble round table filled with rich delicacies, which was used to entertain Lei Pili. Unfortunately, Lei Pili was a little cold about Western food, so he just drank a little red wine. He spent most of his time with Birendra and Luo Pili.
He-Man is talking nonsense.
Bilandran coughed and glanced at the two people behind them, as if they were in some kind of predicament.
Lei Pili looked unmoved and drank.
This old guy just said what he wanted and did this. Luo Ximan sneered in his heart, with a look of concern on his face: "Delan, what's wrong with you?"
Bilandran also sighed: "You two are really not satisfied with each other. I have been in poor health recently and often get angry. I came here today to ask for your advice."
He was so strong that he could kill a cow with one punch. Luo Ximan smiled with an innocent smile and said, "Tiandao has a method for getting angry." He spoke Chinese extremely fluently. Lei Pili smiled lightly,
With a very relaxed expression, "When it gets angry, get rid of it. What do you think of this suggestion?"
Birendran laughed, his eyes showing admiration. Lei Pili was indeed a courageous young man. Thinking of his son who only knew how to live happily and happily, he felt emotional. It would be great if he could be half as good as Lei Pili. He thought the latter would be the same.
Think about it, you don’t want to go straight to the topic as soon as you get started, with energy and momentum. It’s very much like your younger self.
Luo Ximan smiled. Lei Pili's Jinghua Society could survive the attack from the Dragon Gang and the Hongmen and develop so fast. Apart from the family power, it was one thing. I had no real information and I couldn't help Adou. I had no choice but to
As a second-generation ancestor, he was confident that he could always judge people accurately. The person in front of him had wolfish ambitions.
"This is a good suggestion. I am old and my hands and feet are inconvenient. I wonder if you can act as a fire extinguisher."
Bilandran's gray eyes sparkled with the playfulness of an old fox. In his eyes, an opponent who could be called an opponent must have huge ambitions, be decisive in dealing with things, and have a calm temperament. Otherwise, he would be an inferior trash. If he lives like this
There are not many old foxes with seniority. Yunnan has never been its own country. It is just a place of refuge. When your economy and politics are closely integrated, politics can put a gorgeous coat on you so that you can perform better.
A gentle and benevolent executioner under the sun. Birendran - the 55th troubled prince of the Nepalese royal family.
Lei Pili smiled indifferently, and gently played with the wine glass in his hand with his slender fingers: "Bilan, you have been in China for so many years. I thought you were used to living in China. Are you homesick? Do you want to kill your uncle?"
He seemed to be talking about a very common thing. The tragedy in Nepal shocked the world. No one thought that such a member of the royal family would live in Beijing for so many years.
A helpless and self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of Bilandan's mouth. It was not that he wanted to kill, but that he had a headache every night. How could he stay in Yunnan, the hatred of his country and his family, waiting to die of old age before returning to his roots? He looked at the delicious wine in the wine glass.
Wine: "Although my vision is not very far-sighted and I am not very courageous, I can still do something." There was a certain noble pride on his face.
Luo Ximan smiled, snapped his fingers, showed a businessman's unique smile, and said slowly: "Win-win and mutual benefit are our common goals. The prince and I are very happy to have you as a partner."
Lei Pili stood up. His tall body exuded an arrogant aura under the dark yellow light. He contained a terrifying ambition. This was Luo Ximan's evaluation of him. He is an adventurous person.
As a businessman, only exciting games can arouse his interest. Everyone knows the rules of the game. The important thing is the utilization brought by the game itself. The premise is to be a winner.
"If I enter this game with my own capital, what percentage will my share be?" Lei Pili came to a half-naked female elephant, pointing his fingers ### as if sleeping Beauty. His eyes were full of tenderness.
"Fifteen percent." Bilandan's eyes were blazing, "Maybe more, but it's very dangerous, and people will die if it doesn't happen."
"A little more than I expected." Lei Pili smiled, "Loshiman, what do you think?"
"What am I?" Luo Ximan touched a girl's buttocks as she walked by.
"Fifteen percent."
"Ping." He smiled lightly and glanced at Lei Pili, "Prince, please make up your mind."
Lei Pili smiled, like a jackal that saw its prey, with a sinister smile: "Things become more perfect because of some fatal shortcomings, such as Venus. Killing a person is very simple, but the person you kill must appear because of his appearance.
Wouldn't it be more interesting to have some kind of unexpected change that was caused by itself?"
His words were very cryptic, but Birendran knew it. He was a prince, but he was not necessarily the one who wore the crown.
There is only one step between genius and madman. They both have a perverted desire to win. Luo Ximan seems to be happy to be an invisible man, but the serious look on his face tells others that he is contemplating a major event that affects the survival of his family.
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"Thirty percent." Lei Pili's eyes had a burning light, and his hidden desires and ambitions burst out in an instant.
Not to mention Rohiman was surprised, even Birendra, who had always remained calm, was moved. What is the concept of 13%? Even if the reset is successful, Birendra will pay a heavy price. If Rohiman joins
, isn’t it to jointly control the country?
Lei Biliote continued: "Good wine requires a skilled bartender to make it so that people can have a taste that becomes more and more noticeable as they drink, instead of being bland and tasteless at the beginning."
"That's what you mean." Now Bilandelan felt a sense of admiration. It wasn't that Thunderbolt didn't give him this feeling before, but that he had hidden himself too deeply. The one who laughs last is usually the one who appears late in the planning game.
The person behind the scenes. Lei Pili is suitable for this kind of person. Lei Pili smiled lightly and met Bilandran's deep and majestic eyes. The latter showed an unspoken smile. Lei Pili continued, his eyes seemed to contain arrogance:
"You have no choice. Your time is running out."
His smile was full of confidence, and his eyes were so bright that he revealed a strange aura. Only a man who is used to controlling other people's lives should have the aura and demeanor of a king.
Birendra suddenly had the feeling of inviting a wolf into his house.
"I've sharpened all the killing knives." Lei Pili smiled brightly, a sunny boy.
"It seems that the prince really cares about me. That knife must be very sharp, so I will leave this matter to the prince and Heman." Bilandran closed his eyes and said slowly, seeming to be tired, "We were just talking just now
Some commonplace words, now is it time to have a glass of wine."
"I have forgotten the content of the conversation just now." Luo Ximan drank the wine in one gulp, and then stood up with an unfinished expression. "This is truly an unforgettable gathering. I will definitely bring some gifts to celebrate next time." Lei Pili said.
Showing a rather satisfied smile: "I believe the next party will come soon. Well, it's not too late."
"I'll send you two." Bilandran stood up.
Watching the two people leave, Bilandran suddenly flashed a mysterious smile.
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Lei Pili and Luo Ximan were sitting in the car. Luo Ximan looked at Lei Pili with an indifferent expression: "We are playing with fire, but I am a little curious as to why you are so confident."
"Someone once said to me that when someone asks you something you don't want to answer, the smartest thing to do is to keep your mouth shut."
Luo Ximan gave a helpless smile. Now he, the Thunderbolt Clan, is an ant on a line, and any small surprise or mistake will be a fatal fuse.
Your price is very high, I’m not afraid Bilan won’t be able to swallow it.”
"You have to swallow it if you can't." Lei Pili said with a conspiratorial smile. There is no free lunch, and there are no loan sharks that don't charge interest. "He has stayed in Yunnan for so many years and has some money. The manpower is a bit short."
, if I lend generously, I will naturally get high interest back."
"I have also heard some rumors about their royal family. Is it worth so much?" Rohiman played with the emerald ring on his thumb, taking it off from time to time and looking at it, as if the emerald ring held secrets. "Just a Nepali royal family,
mysterious."
"value."
"I'm afraid that if I go in with all my belongings, I won't be able to return to the Luo Rui family in this life." Luo Ximan's blue eyes had a hint of melancholy. Chinese people never like to do risky things, but Lei Pili treated him very well.
The taste is great. It’s just that the risk is too great, so it’s inevitable to have many worries.
"Things need to be done neatly and neatly. His uncle is not sick. I heard he killed a fortune teller a few days ago. He also wants to live forever. He must have read too many novels."
He is telling the truth, money can be of great use in many cases, but he is not stupid enough to deal with the country's army.
Luo Ximan joked in a unique tone: "Poor people want to become rich, rich people want to live forever, and those who live forever don't care if this day ends."
Lei Pili smiled with deep understanding: "That's the truth, you have to act according to your ability."
Luo Ximan said: "You have said so, I have no way out." He put all his wealth on Lei Pili.
Lei Pili said with a bit of cruelty: "You have no way out, unless you go back and live as an illegitimate child for the rest of your life. You don't want to be ridiculed by your tribe, do you? Don't you want to prove something? In this world, men have to earn money and work.
You also have to do a good job. According to us Chinese, men, men live their lives."
Luo Ximan showed a self-deprecating smile. What Lei Pili said was the truth. He had endured enough of his shameful status. The pain was unimaginable. Ever since he was sensible, he had seen the warmth and coldness of the world.
, he looked at himself in the mirror over and over again every day and night, always telling him what he was, no one to pity, and if he wanted to make a big business, he could only find investors, and Lei Pili
He is the best candidate, and more importantly, Lei Pili's grandfather once saved his mother. He believed that Lei Pili would bring him glory and glory, because Lei Pili also had a wolfish ambition hidden in his eyes.
"Although Bilandran's uncle is not dead, he is still alive and there is always some trouble. However," Lei Pili showed a wicked smile, "when he may not remember anything late one night, we may save a lot of trouble.
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Rohiman didn't know much about the people of the Nepalese royal family, just a little bit. He was not interested in that small country, but he was more curious about why Thunderbolt wanted to help Bilandran. Friend? Talk to God.
Go ahead, profit is the most important thing, why should Lei Pili help?
"You know a little more inside information than I thought."
"My calculations are not done in a day or two. Isn't Bilenlan just waiting for his uncle to get sick? I also took advantage of the situation. They are all on the same path and have a clear foundation." Lei Pili squinted his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Pass.
"If a tiger that is king in the forest does not have keen intuition, it is destined to die in the trap set by the hunter. When to kill and when to give up are the laws of survival, and humans are no exception." Luo Ximan suddenly said for Bi.
Landlan was sad, no matter what his purpose was, Lei Pili would eventually plot against him. He would never believe that Lei Pili was just for 30% of the "shares". He must have other motives.
"Searching for the skin of a tiger is undoubtedly an exciting and adventurous thing. I just raise more domestic animals to do things in the future." Lei Pili's voice could not hide the excitement, "I am looking forward to the result of the performance. The process is not important, how many rubbish will die."
It doesn’t matter, this is just an obstacle to eliminate on my journey.”
Luo Ximan was shocked in his heart. Lei Pili's ambition seemed to exceed his expectations. His eyes had an animalistic and sinister light but were mixed with the unsatisfied desires of humans. He was a contradictory "wolf" man.
This was another high praise given to him by Rohiman afterwards.
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Watching the two thin young figures leave, Bilandelan suddenly felt like am I getting old? What can he do if he doesn't accept old age? He fights against the sky and fate, trying to escape from its gentle and cruel control.
I wonder who in the world can do this? Being full of fighting spirit can only increase anger and dissatisfaction? Pointing the country, looking down on all living beings, how high-spirited and happy life is, but youth is no longer young, but is ruthlessly trampled by fate, yours
The passionate fighting spirit has long been wiped out and is worthless. Apart from the melancholy and faint memories, you can only have so much. This is his last fight. There is only one crown in Nepal and only one can wear it, and that is himself