Jia Liu had no intention of exploring the psychological activities of the Minister of Industry and the Minister of the Interior. He just turned the small gun around casually in his hand.
This gun doesn't have a trigger, so you don't have to worry about it going off and blowing yourself up.
He would not go to dangerous places or play with dangerous things. For example, Jia Liu never took the sharp Bilong sword with him.
Because, he felt that if even he needed to draw his sword, it would be better to just give up and surrender.
Kuibutang, whose thoughts were highly consistent with those of his brother-in-law, immediately nodded and bowed: "Returning to my brother-in-law is the most obvious thing!"
"Yep."
After all, people who have studied in the Ministry of Rites are more knowledgeable than ordinary people.
Chang Baozhu will definitely ask a question here: "What do you mean?"
It seems that he is only following the orders of the president, but in fact he knows nothing and simply does not understand.
After blowing on the muzzle of the gun, which had no smoke at all, Jia Liu looked straight at one of the special agents who was shivering and the other in a daze, and his tone was still friendly: "Do you think you two adults are good enough?"
A simple sentence, but it embodies the high wisdom of political struggle.
Simplifying the problem is a thinking concept that is as foolish as wise.
Most people, with just a few decades of effort, cannot do this.
"If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it. We Banner people can't be as boring as the Han people, making every problem extremely complicated and boring."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Queenie, who was listening attentively, "You'd better prepare a small notebook when I speak from now on. You can't just listen with your ears, you have to write it down, otherwise you won't be able to fully remember what I said when you look back."
"Yes, yes, I am confused!"
Queenie hurriedly looked for a small book, but Jia Liu waved his hand to stop him, "Forget it this time, don't be formalistic."
"Yes Yes."
Queenie couldn't help but nod, and continued to maintain a slightly bent posture at the waist. At the same time, she placed her left hand on her chest with the palm of her left hand facing inward. The index finger of her right hand stood upright. When her forehead concubine said something, he circled his left palm with his fingers a few times.
Occasionally, if I made a typo, I would rub it with my finger and rewrite it.
Jia Liu glanced at it a few times from the corner of his eye, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.
Lao Kui, like Lao A, is a rare talent in Manchuria. In terms of it, he is much better than his father-in-law, Bo Qingquan.
Lao Bo, relying on his elder brother Lao Taishan, whether he was drinking and bragging, or plotting to harm others, he would always act like an elder unconsciously, which made Jia Liu, who was both brother and son-in-law, unable to
So cool.
For example, in the matter at hand, what can be compared to the sentence "Do you want a white knife to enter, or a red knife to ask questions?"
If you are willing to do it with me, then do it together.
If you don’t want to fuck me, I’ll fuck you guys.
Isn't it pretty good?
Just like those who write novels or make TV shows, they come up with some high-end script lines. You say one sentence and I say the other. In the end, when good ministers meet a wise king, they smile happily and express their loyalty to each other. Why bother?
Even though Jia Jiashikai has grown up, he is not good at writing.
"What do you mean by not talking? Could it be that you two don't want to talk to me?"
Jia Liu was definitely not happy when he couldn't wait for a clear reply from the minister and the minister. As soon as the small gun was turned on the table, the black muzzle was pointed at the two of them.
Another row of burly men with swords walked in outside the door, and they closed the door, which immediately heightened the atmosphere.
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Seeing this, Jin Jian swallowed his throat and regretted that he should not have come.
Enming's mind was probably completely blank at this moment, and the former Anhui police inspector in charge of the province's security work was more than a little confused.
"Different road non-phase plan!"
Jia Liu turned against him faster than he could pee, and with a bang on the table, he was about to bury these two stubborn court officials.
The worst case scenario is that there was an accident at the construction site, the minister asked the underground palace to drown him, and the minister asked the Holy Ancestor to strangle him to death.
What can the old rich do to him?
Soon enough, the Minister of Internal Affairs knelt down on the ground with a plop, and bowed his head without saying a word. When he raised his head again, his eyes filled with tears: "The golden slip has been floating around for half my life, only regretting that I have never met the Ming Dynasty."
If you don’t give it up, I will spend the rest of my life working for my son-in-law in front of and behind the saddle, doing the work of dogs and horses!”
"you"
Jia Liu, who was extremely moved, stood up excitedly, walked to Jin Jian and helped him up: "You are not using your Ming master properly. I am a member of the Eight Banners, how can I regain my Ming?"
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No one knows what kind of blow Jin Jian suffered in his heart. Anyway, the Minister of the Interior felt quite unnatural when he stood up.
"you,"
As soon as Jia Liu's eyes moved to Enming, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, he was already kneeling on the ground, and "dong dong" was three times: "Enming is gone. Enming has heard about Gong Jia's name for a long time, and he will not give up now. Enming is willing to serve."
The Duke’s right-hand man!”
"Oh? Okay, okay, okay! I'm very relieved and happy that you two were able to pull back from the brink and return. From now on, you two and Jia will be on the same pirate ship. Although there is danger, I can
No matter how great the danger is, it is better than going all the way with Fulhun."
After receiving two tiger generals at once, and they were two tiger generals who had the right to vote in the meeting of princes and ministers, Jia Liu's mood was naturally extremely turbulent.
Queenie, who didn't want to think about what was happening behind her, murmured in her heart: Enming, the right-hand man, is inappropriate. If you become the right-hand man, wouldn't it mean that Lao A and I have lost our sacred hearts?
First suppress your unhappiness and quickly "patch" it.
"Since you two are willing to help my husband achieve great things, please work harder!"
What Queenie meant was to ask the Minister of Works and the Minister of the Interior to each copy a letter advising the emperor to join the imperial family, and then both sign and stamp it with their own seals.
Like this, written in black and white, the two of you cannot go back.
If something happens to my brother-in-law, the two double-faced people like you will be the first to be killed by the court.
Jia Liu didn't expect Queenie to be so thoughtful, so he couldn't help but think more highly of him. In the future, if he seized the power of Niao Qing, he would have to give Queenie the title of "Boss of Honesty".
Even though they had written letters to persuade the pirates to disembark, the pirate ship could not disembark. There was no other way. Enming and Jin Jian could only represent the court and sign documents related to the mortgage loan of the Old Summer Palace with the Zhili legal representative.
Very formal, in triplicate.
Jia Liu, a direct legal person, holds one copy, Enming and Jin Jian jointly hold one copy, and the other copy should be submitted to the Military Aircraft Department for archiving according to procedures.
However, considering that the rich man could not accept it for the time being, it was temporarily kept by Quini, the Minister of Rites of the Qing Dynasty.
Once the time is right, the Zhili legal representative will be able to legally own the large garden built by three generations of ancestors and grandchildren at a cost of more than 20 million taels.
And he only needs to pay half of all the Jingling assets in his name.
Just half of it, and I won’t give even one more Wen Jia Liu.
Looking at the mortgage documents that were still stained with ink, Jia Liu nodded with satisfaction and looked tenderly at the two newly dug corners: "After the Holy Ancestor's underground palace is opened, you two will each choose ten items, and I will give you two more in the garden.
Each person builds a small building, and I will double whatever Fulehun gives you."