A few hundred meters away from the center of the battlefield, Kuroki stood by the roadside and walked forward slowly. He thought about pushing out the guy in the dark, and felt that the situation should not be further expanded at this moment. The guy's opponent was Cheng Xiaoyu. Kuroki knew that Daewoo also had this plan. This time, it was terminated by Zhou Yuanjia. Most importantly, Cheng Xiaoyu was sure to be safe and sound, and it was also here.

Parallel to Kuroki, on the other end of the cornfield, on a country road, a quiet man with glasses and a delicate and delicate man Mo Tianci, with headphones on his ears listening to the songs, walking slowly, he did not dare to show up easily. Rather than saying that Kuroki was restricting him, restraining each other, making the other party afraid of attacks and unable to take action, ensuring the final scope of the battle situation.

Mo Tianci knew very well that with the assistance of the army around him, the Fengtian Military Region seemed to stand on Pei Yuejin's side without reservation in this matter. The power of some of the little guys inside could not be ruled out. Cheng Xiaoyu had already accomplished in the Northeast. The power of the two provinces and the vast radiation of the grasslands, Cheng Xiaoyu's status in the Northeast field was unshakable. The title of the little prince had been called out. Many forces in the Black Province had begun to move towards Fengtian. There were young masters, and more were agents in the gray area.

"Be strong enough, you are qualified to be my opponent. Maybe you will say I am arrogant. Yes, I just like opponents that are so powerful that everyone fears to become enemies. That way, you will have motivation and enjoy yourself." Mo Tianci rode a mountain off-road motorcycle, and the roaring engine sound and crazy speed disappeared into his eyes in a blink of an eye.

Kuroki turned his head, raised his head suddenly to look into the distance, smiled with a smile on his lips, took out a joke book from his arms, waved to the distance, a car drove over, got into the car, continued reading through the lights in the car, and laughed twice from time to time, calming back from the tense state of muscles all over his body.

When the masked man fell, the tiger wolf and the child poison were as if they had entered a no-man state. When the other party wanted to fight desperately, the Vulcan cannon with Da'ao's hands burst out with a terrifying fire snake, shooting for half a minute.

If the professional soldiers in Daewoo Security have guns in their hands, it is like entering a no-man's land, and shooting is like snipers. Mercenary killers can only become stepping stones for them to rejuvenate again. They still cannot do it if they want to snipe the Chinese people so cruelly. But when they hear the identities of these people, they are all ready to fight, and a small number of them are injured and retired during the battle with these people. Now that they have the opportunity, they will naturally retaliate without mercy. What's more, this action is not only the internal organization of Daewoo Security. Seeing that there is an army participating in helping maintain order and keeping confidentiality, their last hesitation disappeared.

There was no movement outside in the car that Zhou Yuanjia was working on. The fluctuations of the Symphony of Destiny made the whole car tremble slightly, and his arms kept swaying, making the space full of this surging factor.

The car door was opened, and tiger wolf and Tong Du were stained with blood from others, watching Zhou Yuanjia regardless of his image, as if the commander was directing the symphony orchestra, holding his arms and watching Zhou Yuanjia's final performance. For him, this was the final performance.

The music stopped, and Zhou Yuanjia was intoxicated. He opened his eyes and looked at the tiger wolf and Tong Du, with a faint smile on his lips: "I think, Cheng Xiaoyu hopes that I will live?"

The tiger and wolf wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You won't let yourself live, are you?"

Zhou Yuanjia smiled, without a long speech to put an end to his life: "It seems that the ancients did not deceive me, and the people who know you the best are often your enemies."

Tong Du curled his lips and smiled: "Seeing you, those of you who think that the world is under control, I really want to reach out and slap you hard."

Zhou Yuanjia turned his head and looked at Tong Du, very disdainful: "Then do you want to beat Cheng Xiaoyu?"

Tong Du snorted: "Hmph! So what if you suck him?"

Zhou Yuanjia smiled: "Then I'm at ease. I'll convey a word for me. I haven't lost yet." As he said that, he collapsed on the seat, and black blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth. He hadn't prepared the poison for blood-sealing throat by himself. Failure does not necessarily mean losing, and losing does not necessarily mean failure.

Kuroki's car arrived, rolled open the window, looked at Zhou Yuanjia who was dead, and sighed. The flames of war had burned from Cheng Xiaoyu to Pei Yuejin. The chaos in J Province was not determined to be for the purpose of conducting an experiment and Fengtian was about to have a strong wind. It seems that there are so many troubles in unjust things. Doing something requires the price of doing things.

Trucks drove into the battlefield, carried the corpse away, and then bought all the corn fields, giving farmers enough economic compensation. A fire was used to remove the traces of blood and bullet shells as much as possible. After the fire was extinguished, collecting the unmelted bullet shells.

It is easy to do things, and it is not difficult for someone to support the traces of annihilation. The independence of the army also completely blocked the people from the Provincial Public Security Department and Municipal Bureau that followed. Zhou Weiguo has been in Fengtian for many years and has a group of loyal people under his command. It is not impossible to get into a strife.

Cheng Xiaoyu came out this time and brought a few letters, a few letters with only a few words. Kuroki drove to the capital and handed all these letters to Mr. Suo, a man. In order for his grandson to no longer have a reputation for relying entirely on his father-in-law in the future, he also removed his pride that had lasted for nearly a century in his twilight years. After saying a few words, Mr. Suo's eyes were wet and he smiled and scolded: "Old monster, old monster, don't go so fast, otherwise I won't do this for you."

Kuroki pointed to the back of the letter, and there was a line of words, which made Mr. Suo laugh and tears intertwined.

"I will live a good life and watch you guys who owe me my life back then and repay the debt."

It is rare to be selfish, and it is rare to use power for personal gain for personal gain for his own selfish desires. When Zhou Yuanjia committed suicide in the car, Kuroki drove into Beijing at night.

The lights in Pei Yuejin's study were not gone overnight, and the phone on the desk was connected for more than six hours; Zhou Weiguo's study was not gone overnight, and the phone on the desk was not opened for more than six hours.

In Fengtian Province, many people did not sleep all night, analyzing the next situation and possible side problems.

At Vice Governor Zhang Mu's home, Zhang Mu, who was already very thoughtful, smoked one by one. His wife did not dare to frown. Zhang Qianqian, who was dressed in a non-mainstream dress, no longer had the smoky makeup and decadence of the past. He had not knocked on his father's study for many years. In his father's incredible eyes, he calmly stepped into the study, stood at the door, and said: "Dad, I don't understand politics, but during this period I understand a truth: friends and political allies are the same concept, and freedom will always be excluded from the core. Can Cheng Xiaoyu be a friend, will Secretary Pei be a leader who is not worthy of lifelong follow?"

Zhang Mu did not sleep all night. In the early morning, he called several old subordinates and stepped out of the study in a spirited manner, his face filled with the glory that had not been seen for many years.

At the Fengtian Military Region and Political Commissar Xu's family meeting, all the family members were present. Xu Lele, the maverick widow, Xu Danxin and Xu Junbo, were here respectively. The center of the topic was naturally about this incident. It is impossible to remain detached. Now it is a question of standing left and right, and it is a question of what attitude to stand on the stand.

The people of the Xu family obviously disagreed with the choices of Xu Lele, Xu Danxin, Xu Junbo and others, and even felt a little resentful. The interactions between the younger generations suddenly increased, and Cheng Xiaoyu was too troublesome.

Everyone knows this very well that if this level is not implicated too much, Cheng Xiaoyu's title of the little prince in Northeast China will be confirmed. After that, no one will underestimate this grassroots phoenix man who has made his fortune in less than four years will no longer label the Pei family before his name. The Ming Road that Pei Yuejin gave Cheng Xiaoyu was Qifeng. As an intermediary, Qifeng also allowed Cheng Xiaoyu to see his strength and power.

Cheng Xiaoyu knew very well that Pei Yuejin had not moved, and even restrained his confidant, to avoid being verbally disgusted. Qi Feng officially took advantage of this opportunity to fully interpret the meaning of the middleman for Cheng Xiaoyu.

If you do not fall into hell, you will not be a king of prison. If you do not step into the realm of gods and Buddhas, you will be able to suppress the gods and Buddhas in the heavens; if you do not enter the mortal world, you will be able to be proud and respected.

Develop a certain amount of political capital to invest more than ten years ago, and capture some easy-to-get-a-get-a-get-a-kind-the-right but very effective methods. You can enter the court as an official, and you can also enter the mountains as a bandit. The officials dare not arrest them, and the bandits dare not resist.

The middleman, ultimately, explained that Bai must use my existence to limit black, black must use my existence to negotiate white, and gray must use my existence to find living space. What is the middleman? It is a few individuals that must exist under a social system. It is not a great wisdom, a big background, or a person selected by big people cannot do it.

Qi Feng failed, but he believed that once Cheng Xiaoyu was trained, Cheng Xiaoyu would definitely be the most suitable intermediary and could represent the three systems as an agent.

The Northern Prince, the Central Demon King, the Southern Taizu, and the Southwest Poison are all in one aspect, and they have also thought about pursuing one aspect. Qi Feng did the best, but he is still not as unique as Cheng Xiaoyu. To put it bluntly, the combination with Pei Pei makes this uniqueness more natural.

Having a tabletop, and having a background that is not on the tabletop but can affect the background of the tabletop. Who is Mr. Cheng? Without his existence, Qi Feng dared not be so sure that Cheng Xiaoyu can succeed. The incense of incense is the capital for many red families to maintain success. Now an old man who can match the big family maintains all the incense of incense on one person, and that person will be strange if he is not favored.

That night, Cheng Xiaoyu sat alone on the rooftop, looking at the bright starry sky, drunk for a while, completely drunk without reservation, and in the end, he burst into tears. The man's tears were heavier than the daughter of a daughter.

Thinking about the Cheng family who is still working at home or striving for how much they can earn in a month, can Cheng Xiaoyu not feel lucky? Can he not give back more money to the village? As the secret spread of those who are interested, people have begun to raise questions at home. The old brothers of his father's generation have begun to ask the old man in an infiltration, asking some rumors that they can't believe. The old man actually acted as a guard for a great man?

The old man admitted it without any hesitation at that time and said bluntly: "I was the filial child of Dayu back then, and I left all my things to him. Do you envy me? I blame you for not being filial enough at the time. I don't mind giving you some opportunities, but that was accumulated by Dayu for more than ten years. I treat you equally and don't ask you for more than ten years. Whoever has truly achieved the word filial piety? I will give him a chance."

When he heard this, Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to cry even more. What kind of virtue is that? Even if he has been to his grandfather's grandson for thousands of years, it is not enough to repay this gift. At this time, the old man still resisted everything on his shoulders and told himself in this way that these relatives in the family are greedy and not polite. It is okay to have a character. In the future, you take care of this family on behalf of your grandfather and don't let them suffer any more. He is stubborn and let his descendants not enjoy wealth and prosperity, and he still has a little conscience. Otherwise, Cheng Xiaoyu has been constantly investing money in the village in recent years to give everyone the opportunity to get something for work and get something for nothing, and he has already stopped him.

Looking at Cheng Xiaoyu crying and laughing, yelling, Tong Du and Hulang standing in the distance each had their own ideas. Hulang felt that although he had not been with Brother Yu for too long, the feeling of being loyal to each other since the first meeting was extremely strong. Now he understood that no matter when this man reached, he always had a grateful heart in his heart. With this gratitude, he would choose the most right path at the most difficult time.

This kid is pretty good.

This is the best evaluation that Tong Du can give. She knew that Qifeng's thoughts were old and everything in his hand began to make the country think of it. In the special 1980s and 1990s, some people needed to balance unstable things. In the 21st century, the country that had really gathered hardships began to focus on these people who were in charge of too many resources. Thinking about the beginning of the new century, there were only these people in China. In the past ten years, how many people fell, how many people died, and the dog was cooked. Qifeng, who was almost sixty, wisely chose to choose his heirs. This is also the only advice that Pei Yuejin could give him as a friend of God. If he did not follow, I'm sorry, the country needs a loyalty. Obviously, Qifeng, who has been in troubled times, did not have it.

Cheng Xiaoyu satisfied Qi Feng and allowed him to spend a few years of comfortable life with peace of mind, transfer little by little at the end of desire, enjoy the power he deserves, gain a good reputation when he should retreat, and have a grateful heart for his heirs.

"This grateful heart will make him willing to give everything to you. I really don't want to become an enemy with you in the future. A terrible little grassroots." Tong Du looked at the tiger wolf carrying the drunk Cheng Xiaoyu back to the room, turned around and walked downstairs, and saw Pei Pei downstairs, and smiled at each other and passed by. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian() to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)
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