"What? Yin Shangyuan is still alive?" Fan Yuanrong heard a piece of news that shocked him early in the morning.
He pushed aside the maid who was trying to put him into a suit and strode out of bed. His feet happened to step on a smooth body. The girl screamed, but she immediately covered her mouth and did not dare to move.
Fortunately, Fan Yuanrong did not fall, otherwise the maid might have died in this bedroom again.
The person who came to deliver the news was a subordinate trained by Ouyang Jingyuan. This young man had bright clothes and a decent identity, but he was still as trepidated in front of Fan Yuanrong as he was when he saw a cat.
"Yes, Mr. Ouyang also sent news that the Eastern Supervisory Committee has obtained a large number of confessions from Yin Shangyuan about the internal agreements of the 'Kuafu' plan, and also obtained a list of names. Now the Eastern Supervisory Committee has closely protected him.
Get up and start investigating based on these confessions and the list." Although the young man was very afraid of Fan Yuanrong, the people taught by Ouyang Jingyuan were all equally neither humble nor overbearing, so they behaved very calmly.
Fu Zicheng, who was in the room instructing the servants to clean the room, had no expression on his face, as if he had never heard these secrets.
Fan Yuanrong deliberately called him here. After hearing the report, he squinted his eyes and looked at Fu Zicheng with evil intentions: "Butler Fu, tell me, what is going on? A man who has been dead for more than 20 years said he was resurrected.
As for resurrection, even if it’s a thriller, it doesn’t have such an unreasonable plot, right?”
Fu Zicheng was concentrating on wiping the cup he picked up from the carpet. When he heard Fan Yuanrong's words, he didn't even look up. He just said lightly: "This is an important matter. Mr. Fan should discuss it directly with the master and the others."
Well, I’m just a careless butler, so I can’t answer your questions, so please forgive me.”
Fan Yuanrong was not angry when he heard this, he just laughed, looked back at the new maid who had just put on her clothes and said: "Cat, go and wake up the master, and tell him that I have something to discuss with him.
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The maid called Maoer is the new personal maid that Fu Zicheng found for Fan Yuanrong recently.
She has a slightly cold face, and her figure is not too shabby, but there is an invisible charm and laziness in her every move. She is really a tormenting little goblin in this world, so Fu Zicheng
After it was delivered, Fan Yuanrong was very satisfied.
The cat is also very obedient. Even if she sleeps with an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, she never complains. She will never think that Fan Yuanrong is asleep and just lie in bed and chat with other servants, so the cat is also by Fan Yuanrong's side.
The closest live maid.
After hearing Fan Yuanrong's instructions, Mao'er nodded slightly and stood up and walked out the door. When he passed by Fan Yuanrong, his perky butt was touched by that rough big hand.
Mao'er just glanced back at Fan Yuanrong and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, making Fan Yuanrong smile.
Although he hated Fu Zicheng, a guy who was not of the same mind as them at all, he was very satisfied with Fu Zicheng's arrangement this time, so his tone of voice when speaking to Zicheng was not as harsh as before.
Mao'er walked out of the door, and Fan Yuanrong sighed softly: "Go down, I will talk to Lao Zheng about this."
Ouyang Jingyuan's men bowed respectfully and walked backwards out of the room.
…
Outside the door, Mao'er didn't go far. She was standing at the corner with a cigarette between her slender fingers.
Seeing the young man coming out, Mao'er smiled charmingly, went up to him and asked, "If you change into this suit, we may never have the chance to meet you again. Why don't you come over tonight and I'll give you the reward I promised you?"
"
Mao'er's cold little hands naturally held the side of the handsome man's face.
The other party smiled slightly, but his heart was hot. He grabbed Mao'er's hand with his backhand and said, "No, it's like I'm going to Dongsheng to die. It's better to wait until I come back to celebrate."
The cat was slightly startled, his eyes were as charming as silk, and he asked again: "Seriously?"
The man lowered his head and kissed the back of Cat's hand gently: "Seriously."
When Mao'er heard this, she gently withdrew her hand, a hint of imperceptible bitterness flashed in her eyes, and then twisted her slender waist, leaving behind a back figure that charmed all living beings.
The young man took one more nostalgic look at that beautiful figure, and then he was no longer worried. He cleared his throat, straightened his collar and went downstairs.
…
"Dong dong dong."
"Come in."
Mao'er entered the house and saw Zheng Beichuan doing Tai Chi in the room. There was a pot of freshly brewed tea on the table beside him.
Seeing that it was Fan Yuanrong's personal maid, Zheng Beichuan closed his eyes again and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cat's hand trembled slightly, but she calmly caught it with her other hand and covered it up.
"Mr. Fan invites you to come over, saying that there is something important to discuss."
Zheng Beichuan was indifferent. He continued to practice Tai Chi as he had done for decades, holding the moon in his arms, pushing and withdrawing. It seemed that his movements were slow and slow, but if someone planned to have a plot against Zheng Beichuan at this time, I was afraid that
He was about to be killed violently by Zheng Beichuan with a punch in the next second.
Mao'er didn't have that intention. She was afraid that Zheng Beichuan would be too late. How dare he have other thoughts? Besides... In this vermillion-lacquered pavilion, Zheng Beichuan was quite polite to the servants, at least when the servants made their own mistakes.
Before, Zheng Beichuan would not make any excessive demands on them, and even treated them with great courtesy.
A personal servant like Mao'er who served Fan Yuanrong while sleeping might not be as good as an ordinary servant in the eyes of other small bosses, and would be even more despicable. However, Zheng Beichuan was very polite to her. Even when she first came, Zheng Beichuan was very polite to her.
Beichuan also gave her a prescription, saying that taking the medicine according to the prescription and putting it in a sachet can remove the inner yin energy that Fan Yuanrong inadvertently picked up when she served Fan Yuanrong every day, and it can also remove the odor. This was not the case before.
The cat has always been grateful for the things personal servants can enjoy.
After a while, the music stopped, and Zheng Beichuan slowly stood up straight. When he opened his eyes again, a sharp cold light flashed through his eyes, which made Mao'er's heart tighten involuntarily, as if he was frightened.
Zheng Beichuan exhaled, walked aside, picked up the warm tea, took a sip, and said, "Go back and tell Lao Fan that I already know about Dong Sheng. Don't worry, I will take care of it."
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Mao'er was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Zheng Beichuan to know that Yin Shangyuan was still alive earlier than Fan Yuanrong.
Yes, but she didn't ask any more questions. When she got the answer, she nodded obediently and said, "Yes."
Zheng Beichuan put down his cup and said: "Also, please ask Butler Fu to make arrangements. I will set up a table of wine and food at noon and invite some old friends to come over and reminisce. Let him take care of it carefully."
"Yes." Cat didn't think much.
"Okay, let's get down."
The cat retreated obediently.
As soon as the cat left, a person came out of the back room, and she was a beautiful woman whose figure and appearance could be said to be unparalleled among all the beauties.
She had long, glossy black hair hanging down around her waist. She was only wearing a crimson blouse on her upper body, and her lower body was completely naked. She just walked up to Fan Yuanrong, pressed her head against his chest and exhaled, "Are you really planning to go to the East?"
Sheng responds?"
Zheng Beichuan was not so passionate about women, and even felt a little disgusted with them.
He took a deep breath and said: "The situation was set up by others and has been managed for more than ten years. If I don't go, I won't be disrespectful to them."
When the woman heard this, a blue ripple appeared on her originally fair and stagnant skin. When the ripple spread out, it looked like snake scales. Then her naked body was wrapped in a bionic structure, and her crimson short shirt disappeared.
, her eyes that also glowed with tranquility slowly dimmed, she looked at Zheng Beichuan and said, "You are throwing yourself into a trap."
But Zheng Beichuan smiled: "You're right, I threw myself into a trap, but I didn't know that their net would trap me, an evil dragon who can turn rivers upside down!"
The woman laughed when she heard this. She stepped back and said, "But the superiors won't let you make your own decisions on everything, so... you have to kill what needs to be killed and do what needs to be done. If you only think about yourself,
There is no way, then starting from today, I don’t need to come to discuss with you anymore.”
Zheng Beichuan looked at the woman and said: "Sangduo Dolma, this woman is indeed very skillful, but this matter can't be solved by killing people. If that were the case, I don't know how many people would have disappeared without explanation over the years.
, so you might as well take my opinion back first and let the people in the court arbitrate. If they support Sanduo Dolma and want to carry out a thorough purge, then I, Zheng Beichuan, will be the vanguard. But if the court does not
Agreed, please also inform Sangduo Dolma and let her act as your husband's agent honestly. Don't always think about making decisions for him, let alone use this status to boss us around. You need to know
, we are all Mr.’s proud disciples.”
The woman's expression remained unchanged after hearing this, but there was murderous intent in her eyes.
However, the woman also knew that Zheng Beichuan was not just a businessman who made his business so rich that he could rival other countries. His hidden secrets also went far beyond money and power, so the woman only had murderous intentions.
She smiled and nodded: "I will truthfully convey your intention to Ms. Dolma, then... take leave."
Zheng Beichuan didn't try to persuade her to stay, and he didn't even send this woman out.
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By noon, Fu Zicheng had prepared the banquet according to Zheng Beichuan's wishes.
The table is not big, and the room is not too spacious, but it is very clean and elegant, the inside and outside are transparent, and the dishes are carefully selected. It is very suitable for small groups of friends to get together to exchange glasses of wine and have a chat.
But when the invited people arrived at the door, Fu Zicheng's eyes revealed something strange.
Because among the people Zheng Beichuan invited, there was actually Jiang Zhengyi, the person in charge of the Tianye No. 19 Shelter of the East Supervisory Committee, and someone who settled here after coming to Tianye No. 19 Shelter many years ago to handle special matters. Now they have
Zhang Fengyu has no special identity and is often invisible.
In addition to these two people, Zheng Beichuan even invited Li Cunfeng, the top administrator who had served in the top management of Tianye 19 Shelter for more than 20 years, who came alone, and the current Special Service Brigade Commander of Tianye 19 Shelter.
Captain Shangguan Yeyue.
When several people met in front of the Zhuqi Pavilion, they were both surprised and somewhat understanding.
Zhang Fengyu is still the same as in the past, wearing more casual and casual clothes. However, these years of living in seclusion in Tianye No. 19 Shelter has gained some more pure and free and easy temperament. But the most impressive thing is his ageless face.
Jiang Zhengyi has not had much contact with Zhang Fengyu, but he has also heard that this man was already in his forties when he came to Tianye No. 19. Why is he still so young after twenty years? Is there really any immortality in this world?
Technique?
But little did J know that Zhang Fengyu was more than sixty years old as he imagined. Zhang Fengyu has lived for almost two centuries now, and death has long been a forgotten word for Zhang Fengyu.
Shangguan Yeyue is similar to Zhang Fengyu. Not only does she have an ageless appearance, but her figure is getting taller and her every move has more charm. But no one would guess whether she also has the ability to live forever, because Shangguan Wan'er doesn't have much in her body.
She is her innate self. By replacing the bionic prosthetic limbs, Shangguan Wan'er will always remain in top condition as long as her brain does not die.
Perhaps the only one who seems relatively normal is Li Cunfeng.
The man who took over as the chief executive of Tianye No. 19 Shelter due to Yin Shangyuan's sudden suicide has long lost his handsome appearance. Although Li Cunfeng is still so clean and decent now, he can't hide his old age.
His hair has long since turned gray, and his eyes reveal an age that can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.
After everyone exchanged greetings, Zheng Beichuan, as the host, came out with a smile and said: "The presence of these distinguished guests really makes my thatched cottage brighter!"
Zhang Fengyu pricked his ears when he heard this, and said without giving Zheng Beichuan any face: "Your red lacquered pavilion is magnificent, if it can also be called a thatched house, the life of the people in that world will be too comfortable.
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Zheng Beichuan was startled when he heard this, but he was not angry. He just laughed and said: "Zhang Xiaoyou's words really make me ashamed. Well, let's not be polite here. Come in quickly. I asked the housekeeper to prepare a table of wine and food."
, let’s chat while eating, haha, chat while eating.”
Unexpectedly, the dignified business king would be as polite as ordinary people in the market. Zhang Fengyu was the first to enter the house.
Shangguan Wan'er followed closely behind, and Jiang Zhengyi was not too polite. Only Li Cunfeng stood outside the door. After the other three entered, he asked Zheng Beichuan softly: "Old Zheng, I know that your purpose of hosting a banquet today is not for communication."
Feelings, so I came alone to show my sincerity, but you have to tell me first, what exactly do you want to do? "
Zheng Beichuan was stunned when he heard this, then smiled slightly and said: "Brother Li, although you are the head of Tianye No. 19, considering your age and seniority, I will call you Brother Li.
,Isn’t this too much?”
Li Cunfeng shook his head, he didn't care about this at all.
"In that case, brother, please listen to me and go inside first. Let's sit down and chat while we eat. Believe me, you will definitely come home satisfied with this drink today." There was a mystery in Zheng Beichuan's words, but this actually made him more satisfied.
Li Cunfeng became even more unpredictable.
Li Cunfeng smiled bitterly and nodded: "Okay then."
Several people entered the room. Zheng Beichuan saw that Fu Zicheng had arranged for a maid to wait on the side, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Butler Fu, the reason why I asked you to arrange the food and drinks in each room is not to show off your extravagance.
The reporter said, what's the world outside? Is this the time to show off my lavishness to show off my capabilities, Zhang Fengyu?"
As soon as these words came out, Fu Zicheng understood. He quickly winked at several maids, and they all quietly retreated very cleverly.
Zheng Beichuan felt much more comfortable now that the "outsider" was gone. He personally poured wine for them, and there was no need to be polite during the dinner.
After three rounds of drinking, Li Cunfeng was the first one who couldn't control his doubts and asked: "Mr. Zheng, if you have something to do, you might as well just tell me. We are all sensible people here. It's really funny to have to pull off those intrigues.
So you just say it’s okay, let’s hear what’s going on first.”
When Zheng Beichuan heard this, he looked at Li Cunfeng and then looked at the other three.
Zhang Fengyu seemed to be only interested in wine and food. Even though everyone here had put down their kuaizi and did not touch the wine glasses, he was still competing with the plate of peanuts alone.
Shangguan Wan'er didn't think much about it, and she wasn't interested in the food and wine on the table, but her eyes were looking at Zhang Fengyu, even with some resentment, which made people curious.
As for Jiang Zhengyi, the person in charge of the East Supervisory Committee who only came to Tianye No. 19 a few years ago, he may be the only person here who is most restless.
Because in terms of rank, everyone here except the unidentified Zhang Fengyu is higher than him, and he has long known what kind of person Zheng Beichuan is. When Jiang Zhengyi came to work at Tianye No. 19 Shelter,
, the leaders within the organization also warned him in advance, telling him to try not to interact with Zheng Beichuan and his people and forces, let alone have conflicts. Therefore, Jiang Zhengyi has tried his best to avoid contact with Zheng Beichuan for so many years.
Of course, what Jiang Zhengyi didn’t expect was that he had just received the news from Dongsheng Dome 1 about the investigation order derived from Witness No. 1, and Zheng Beichuan arranged for someone to send the invitation. ぷ999小@说First
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Jiang Zhengyi was on pins and needles at that time, unable to make up his mind whether to come to the appointment.
After careful consideration for a long time, I finally reported it to the organization and requested a response.
The organization quickly responded that we must go, and we must go alone.
That's why Jiang Zhengyi is sitting here today.
After listening to Li Cunfeng's words, Jiang Zhengyi couldn't help but pay close attention and wait for the next sentence. Zheng Beichuan was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "Before getting down to business, I have a question. I wonder if I can get an answer from someone?
"
Li Cunfeng was surprised. He frowned and said, "It doesn't matter if you say so."
Zheng Beichuan picked up the wine glass, took a sip and said slowly: "Two centuries ago, almost all scientists believed that the end of science was theology. But later, with the development of science and technology and the progress of society, people slowly realized
, the so-called theology is actually a synonym for nihilism. Compared with reality, it is illusory and illusory. It can also easily lead human wisdom to enter the karma zone of desire when extending its exploration, and thus get lost in the entanglement of morality and system survivalism...
...So in the end, science...science fiction...everything about outer space finally returns to a more realistic sociology, that is, this short-lived farce directed and acted by us humans. Therefore, since the 21st century, some people have
The call for moderation and introspection is the primary tone of economic development. In the 22nd century, in an era when humanism has been diluted by dataism, it is still the backbone of supporting human social civilization! Therefore, I can’t help but wonder, what is the ultimate direction of this development?
It’s all inevitable. We can’t escape from the prison we’ve set for ourselves. We’ve even helped each other and become bad guys who think we’re good guys. Then when a group of people appear, they need to reflect on themselves, break with the past, and get lost.
Opposed to these people in the social labyrinth, who temporarily remove the ultimate concepts of morality and human fairness, yearning for a place to walk on the abyss and explore the high future, such a group of people must accept the social nature they have abandoned and add to it.
Is this a trial on their heads? In other words, who should preside over such a trial? Is it presided over by people who are lost on the top of the social cage built by human beings? Or is it presided over by gods who make people look up to and cannot see their background?
Trial? Can you guys...can you give me a relatively clear answer?"
Zheng Beichuan's question is very long.
After Jiang Zhengyi listened, he had no idea what Zheng Beichuan said, what he was asking, and why he had these doubts. It was so long that Zhang Fengyu stopped talking, his eyes had a cold light, and the atmosphere in the whole room was...
It became depressing and mysterious unknowingly. Shangguan Wan'er fell into silence after listening to these questions, and she was a little confused for a while. Li Cunfeng looked impatient, but was horrified in his heart, and his hands were unconscious.
stacked up, but still couldn't hide his trembling expression.
Jiang Zhengyi didn't understand, so he naturally asked.
"Mr. Zheng, what you are talking about... is too profound. Can you give me a brief explanation?"
Zheng Beichuan laughed and said: "Actually, there is nothing profound at all. To put it simply, the crane stands out from the chickens and wants to spread its wings and fly high. However, the chickens hope that the crane can abide by the rules and stay with them obediently.
Living a life of laying eggs in a shed, and then waiting for the value to be lost, to be slaughtered and served on the dining table. My question is, should this crane fly? No, but why should it stay? If it should, then why should it be judged by the chickens?
"
Jiang Zhengyi was startled when he heard this, still a little unclear.
It wasn't that he didn't understand what Zheng Beichuan meant, but the question itself was very strange.
Just when he was about to answer the call, Zhang Fengyu put down his kuaizi and asked: "A crane stands out from the rest? Does this crane really think he is different?"
Hearing this, Zheng Beichuan looked at Zhang Fengyu and replied: "It doesn't involve moral kidnapping, nor does it bother eighteen generations of ancestors. Let's just ask a practical question, how can this chicken think that he is no different from a crane?"
Zhang Fengyu understood what was going on and why Zheng Beichuan wanted to host a banquet for them today, so he put down his tachyon and replied: "Primitive and ridiculous, that's my answer."
Zheng Beichuan was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "But it's realistic and there's nothing you can do about it, isn't it?"