Hearing that he was planning to call Han Jiulin by his first name, Changqing came back to his senses, trembled with fright, interrupted Zhu Yuanliang, and shouted: "It's Commander Han!"
The next moment, the people around him came to their senses, and they all shouted in surprise and joy.
"Commander Han!"
"It's Han Shuai!"
"No wonder he is so powerful, it turns out to be Han Shuai!"
After all, except for Zhu Yuanliang, Mo Yancong, and Changqing, most of the people present did not have any conflicts with Han Jiulin.
When I saw Han Jiulin at this time, I was naturally more surprised than afraid.
Han Jiulin nodded slightly to everyone around him.
Immediately, his cold eyes looked at Mo Yancong again.
Mo Yancong recalled what he had done and said to Han Jiulin before, and his heart almost stopped with fear.
Seeing Han Jiulin looking at him at this time, he could no longer control the fear in his heart, his whole body went limp, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
"Han Shuai, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, forgive me!"
At this moment, Mo Yancong was crying very sincerely.
He was really scared.
Han Jiulin looked indifferent and said: "I have given you more than one chance, but you don't know how to cherish it at all.
Go home and tidy up today. Early tomorrow morning, I will send someone to take you to the northern war zone to report.
If you can behead ten enemies with your own hands within three years, I will let you back, otherwise, you will stay in the northern war zone for the rest of your life."
Everyone present felt chills all over when they heard Han Jiulin's punishment.
Mo Yancong even kowtowed and begged Han Jiulin to take back his life.
If a dandy like him, who is not diligent in his limbs and does not know the difference between grain and grain, is allowed to go to a war zone to fight, wouldn't it mean that he is deliberately going to die?
"There is absolutely no reason why I should take back my golden words."
Han Jiulin said coldly, turned to look at Wang Deyong, and said: "You are responsible for conveying my words to Mo Long intact.
If the son fails to teach, it is the father's fault.
I will send someone to Mo Mansion on time tomorrow to take Mo Yancong away. If Mo Yancong is not here, Mo Long must bear full responsibility, do you understand?"
Wang Deyong looked respectful, bowed and replied: "I understand, I understand!"
Han Jiulin is undoubtedly the number one person in China today. What he says is better than the seven old men in the court.
Let alone Wang Deyong, even if Mo Long was standing here, he could only obey orders.
Who dares to disobey?
Han Jiulin said no more, put on the mask again, looked at Xiao Yuyan: "Let's go."
"Commander Han, walk slowly."
"Han Shuai, when you are free in the future, please come to my teahouse to drink tea more often!"
The rest of the people crowded around and sent Han Jiulin to the first floor.
Han Jiulin turned around and waved his hand: "You all go back, I don't want more people to recognize my identity."
"I understand."
"Okay, I'll stop here and let Han Shuai walk slowly."
Everyone stopped, smiled and waved, and watched Han Jiulin leave the teahouse.
On the second floor, Mo Yancong's face was already pale. He tremblingly took out his mobile phone and called his father Mo Long.
After the phone call was made, Mo Yancong told Mo Long everything in detail, not daring to hide anything.
He knew that the only one who could save him now was Mo Long.
After hearing this, Mo Long was silent for a long time and gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard, I have told you more than once, don't be too arrogant and domineering outside. One day you will meet someone you can't afford to offend, but you
You just don't listen to advice, always thinking that I can protect you. You have stabbed the sky this time, what should I do?
With Han Jiulin's temper, he has given me a lot of face by not beating you to a disability today, otherwise, how would you still have the ability to call me now?"
Mo Yancong burst into tears: "Dad, you have to help me, otherwise what should I do? I can't really go to serve in the Northern War Zone, right?
If I die on the battlefield, who will take care of you until the end of your life?"
Mo Long was silent for a moment and said: "You go home now. Stay at home today and don't go anywhere. Tomorrow morning, if Han Jiulin really sends someone to take you to the northern war zone, then just obey him.
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Although most of the current high-level officials in the Northern War Zone were promoted by Han Jiulin, the previous War Lord in the Northern War Zone had a good relationship with me. I still have some respect in the war department, so I asked someone to look after you in the Northern War Zone.
It’s not difficult, I’ll think of a way to get you to retire as soon as possible afterward.”
Mo Yancong's face fell and he did not dare to say anything more. Since Mo Long said so, this is the only way.
Now, facing Han Jiulin's punishment, he couldn't hate it at all, but felt very regretful.
Depressed, I tried to memorize it, but I was so desperate that I met Han Jiulin.
Otherwise, given his status, under normal circumstances, even if he were ten times more arrogant and domineering, he would never end up like this.
Everyone looked at Mo Yancong's devastated look and felt a little emotional.
Ever since Han Jiulin took office as the commander-in-chief of the four realms, the structure of China's upper echelons has changed unknowingly. The situation in the past when dandies could run amok in the capital is expected to become much more restrained in the future.
Mo Yancong's fate is nothing less than a lesson to those young people from wealthy families.
No matter how arrogant the second generation is, in front of Han Jiulin, he has to put his tail between his legs and behave obediently.
In the past, most powerful people like Han Jiulin were middle-aged in their fifties and sixties, and these second-generation children were far from being in conflict with them.
But now, Han Jiulin is a young man. No one can recognize him when he wears a mask. If these second-generation children dare to be as arrogant and domineering as before, once they are kicked by Han Jiulin, it is very likely that they will follow the example of Mo Yancong.
’s footsteps.
After Han Jiulin and Xiao Yuyan left the teahouse, they made a phone call and asked the driver to pick them up and take them back to the palace.
Back at the palace, Han Jiulin asked Hu She to arrange a room for Xiao Yuyan and go back to rest first.
As for himself, he returned to his dormitory, took the purple gold gourd in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
"I always feel that this gourd has a similar aura to Qi Mingyu's."
Han Jiulin murmured to himself while looking at the purple gold gourd.
Just like the wooden fish and Buddhist beads are somewhat contaminated with the aura of Buddhist monks, this is the aura of a practitioner.
To be more precise, it should be very similar to the quaint little sword Qi Mingyu used that day that can transform into any shape.
"Could it be that this gourd is a magical weapon used by their 'cultivators'?"
There was no one around at this time, so Han Jiulin could let go of his courage and test this purple gold gourd.
He released a trace of true energy and tried to inject it into the gourd.