In view of the fact that the conspiracy group headed by the old rich man dared to curse himself to an early death, Jia Liu, as the descendant of the fourth generation of traitors, resolutely took action.
Taking action in full public view.
One move of the black tiger takes out the heart and points directly at the old rich man's destiny - Lao Twelve!
This move is not only to regain his own position, but also to make the old rich realize that the sixth son is not a good brother, but an elder brother!
However, when asking Yong Cang to choose the correct seat, Jia Liu still used the word "you".
This is the courtesy that an authentic bannerman should have.
"What?"
Brother Twelve, who was watching the proceedings of the meeting, was confused by the sudden request and could not react for a moment.
The old man heard clearly, and was confused at first. When he realized what he was doing, he stood up angrily. With a "bang" sound, the two bears hit the long table in front of him with their powerful fists, overturning three bears on the spot.
teacup.
The speech in front of Twelve was wet with tea.
The movement was so great that it attracted all the princes and ministers in three rows in front and behind, wondering what was going on.
"Tell me again, where is your seat?"
The old man's expression was gloomy. At the same time, his body was accumulating energy. He hadn't touched it for a long time.
"I said I should sit here and Brother Twelve should sit there."
Jia Liu was not afraid at all. Once he took action, there was no possibility of stopping.
After reacting, the twelfth elder brother also stood up with a "Huo", blushed and looked at Jia Liu angrily, gritting his teeth: "Jia Jiashikai, don't go too far!"
Jia Liu immediately corrected him: "Your Highness, please call me Aixinjue Luo Shikai."
"伱!"
Yongxun was furious, but he had never quarreled with anyone, let alone made a move with anyone, so he really didn't know what to do.
"My dear nephew, the Emperor is coming soon. Today's national meeting is very important. Don't cause trouble."
Uncle Se stood up to be a peacemaker, but he was extremely excited inside.
Because the eldest cousin openly broke up with Fulhun, it was not in vain that he had worked hard to cultivate and support him.
"There are a lot of people here, let's go to the back and chat."
Considering that the old rich man had to work hard without any merit, Jia Liu still left him some room and did not want to fight with him in public. After all, all the officials were there and the influence would not be good.
After saying that, he turned around and headed directly to the apse.
I don’t worry at all that the rich man won’t go.
"Fu Zhongtang, don't pay attention to him!"
Feeling humiliated, Yongxu was furious, but his rich dad pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay. Your Highness, just sit here and I'll talk to him."
After saying that, he went to the back hall with a dark face in front of all the princes and ministers.
Seeing this, Mr. Se smiled slightly and calmly asked the staff to come over and clean it up.
Yongxing had no choice but to sit down and sulk.
Asiha, who was sitting in the second row, secretly poked Enming, the Minister of Works next to him, and said, "I'll bet 10,000 taels on my consort to win if I see a show."
"Um?"
Enming thought for a while and shook his head: "I bet on a draw."
The reason was that they did not think that the foreman, the Minister of Military Affairs and the Governor-General of Zhili, would fight like the gangsters in the Qianqing Palace.
"good."
Asiha nodded in agreement, he had no doubt about the value of his brother-in-law's force.
"There won't be a fight, right?"
The Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, Lerjin, sitting on the left side of the second row, said to the Governor of Shandong, Guotai, who was beside him, somewhat uneasy.
"If we start fighting, we'll start fighting. It's not like we've never fought before."
Cathay said "hehe", didn't Hauge and Dorgon have a big fight at the national meeting over the issue of the throne in the early days of the Republic of China? At that time, people carrying two yellow flags and two white flags fought from inside the palace to outside the palace.
Nothing happened in the end.
Some of the princes and ministers were simply watching the show, while others were worried, including Jia Liu's nobleman He Shen.
The big twists that happened in the past two days made He Shen a lot of surprises, especially when Dongge Xiandi turned out to be King Yu, which made him both surprised and happy.
This is true and a good thing, so he supports the selection of Dongge Xiandi.
After all, the weight of a hat king is sufficient in the court, among the officials, and in the clan.
But he couldn't understand how the National Congress was about to convene and the emperor was about to appear, so how could the wise brother Dongge get into trouble with the rich thief.
This is not a good thing. If this interrupts the rhythm of the meeting of princes and ministers discussing political affairs and prevents the emperor from coming out to meet with the officials, then the wise brother Dongge will be the sinner of the Qing Dynasty.
At the same time, it is not clear why Dongge was quarreling with the rich thief, because it happened so fast that he did not hear it.
When the sullen old man over there arrived at the back hall, the eunuchs and internal affairs staff who had been waiting here had already been dismissed by Jia Liuping.
As soon as he saw no one else around, the old man immediately got angry: "Guiziliu, are you crazy? How dare you make unreasonable troubles!"
Jia Liu turned around slowly, with a fairy-like expression on his face: "First, I am not in a bad mood, it is you who are in a bad mood; second, I am legitimately safeguarding my rights, not making trouble unreasonably."
“What legitimate rights protection!”
The old rich man was furious.
"Did I earn your position in the middle hall, including my uncle Se's position as prince? If that's the case, why can you two sit in the middle while I sit on the edge?"
Jia Liu had good reasons, he just refused to accept this.
In his life, seating arrangement was very important.
"The National Assembly is about to convene. Don't mess around. Go back and sit down."
The old rich man really doesn't want to be fooling around with Guiziliu at this juncture.
"Nonsense?"
Jia Liu angrily threw the evidence in the old rich man's face, "Which bastard crossed out my name?"
Seeing the seat strips rewritten with a cross in his own hand, the rich man couldn't help but blush.
But I really don’t have any bad intentions, it’s just a simple prank.
"Well, the imperial court is currently in financial difficulty. We will save whatever we can. You have to understand."
In order to avoid unnecessary complications, the old rich man could only give a decent official explanation.
Jia Liu was too lazy to talk nonsense and spread his hands: "Don't tell me these useless things. I have to sit in the middle anyway. You can either go over and let Twelve sit on the edge, or give up your seat to me."
"You also want my seat! Damn it!"
The old rich man couldn't stand listening anymore and couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled up his sleeve and turned his right hand into a huge iron fist, which he was about to hit.
"Hit me? Okay, hit me if you can, hit me hard! Come on, come on, hit me!"
What surprised the old rich man was that this time Jia Liu didn't jump back three times. Instead, he jumped in front of him with great excitement and pushed his chest back and forth in front of his fist.
It's like he's going crazy.
The old rich man couldn't do anything anymore, so he thought about unity, so he silently put down his fist and muttered: "I don't think it's necessary anymore, you have already received the punishment you deserve."
Huh?
Jia Liu didn't expect that the old rich man would not take action, so he got anxious and said, "Young Master Q, if you have the guts, just punch me. If you don't, I will raise you!"
"Asshole!"
The old rich man really couldn't stand listening any more, so he swung his iron fist and hit Jia Liu in the chest.
"You asked for it yourself, don't blame me!"
After that, I heard a "bang" sound, and the iron fist made a painful "ouch" sound as if hitting a stone, and I kept shaking my hand.
"Well"
Jia Liu's face turned red from suppressing his emotions.
The reason was that he underestimated Lao Fu's boxing power and the iron plate shook him so much that it hurt.
"Angry, angry!"
The old rich man is going crazy.
"Angry?"
Jia Liu got what he asked for, and slapped his chest, "Hurry up and show me your anger! Don't worry, I will stand here and let you hit me, and I will never fight back! Don't say I bullied you!"
"Damn you, little red guy, I'll knock you into the Huangpu River with one punch!"
The old man raised his fist and then retracted it, with a depressed look on his face.
He finally understood that this kid came prepared.
"No, how did you pass the security check?"
"Give me money."
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The old rich man was speechless.
Seeing that he didn't dare to move, Jia Liu looked proud: "If you don't dare to hit me, then we will go back and let your godson sit next to you. Now we will continue to play you as the boss and me, the perverted uncle, as the second child.
I will be the third child."
"Impossible, stop daydreaming. Twelve will soon become the crown prince. How can you sit in the crown prince's seat?"
The rich man refused this condition which was humiliating and humiliating the country.
Jia Liu was silent after hearing this. After taking a few breaths, he raised his head and said to the old rich man: "You know, I have soldiers."
The old rich man laughed angrily: "I also have soldiers!"
"My soldiers are just outside the city. By the way, I also have cannons, dozens of them. If you don't agree, the cannonballs will come. No one will be able to fire at this moment."
Jia Liu snorted, "You don't support me choosing the hat king anyway."
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from his ear: "I support you."