The 52-year-old is a member of the 150-member House of Lords of Taylor, which serves an initial three-year term and a six-year term thereafter.

The parliament has legislative power, supervision power, and budget approval power, which can be said to be the highest authority in Taylor, so a member of parliament is quite valuable.

Gelaye is a Democratic congressman, and he is in his fourth year of being a lawmaker, which is relatively young for his age, and he also has a bright future. His personal hobby is flowers and plants, and in his large estate, he grows a lot of cherished flowers and trees, and hires professionals to manage them.

"Good morning, Mr. Guelayah, what a wonderful morning." A young and handsome young man from the country of Taylor stepped forward from the garden and saluted.

He was Mr. Gueraye's driver, whose name was Vala, and he had some mixed blood, so he was very fair-skinned, and he looked shy and handsome, and was deeply loved by Mr. Gueraye.

"It's been a wonderful morning, Vala, and you see how about the new camellia I bought, which I bought at a high price from the East." Pointing to the camellia flowers in bloom in the garden, Mr. Gueraye proudly said that one of his favorite flowers was the camellia, which he often bought from the East at a high price.

"They are so beautiful, they are a gift from nature," Vala praised, "I have a friend who happens to be an Oriental who is in the flower and tree business, and he told me that there is a kind of excellent camellia called 'Seven Star Camellia' petals that seem to be two but there is only one, different colors, very beautiful, and there is also a kind called 'Colorful Red Dan' that can produce colorful petals, the petals are colorful jets, with colorful spots, and there is a rare variety of 'Phnom Penh Colored Leaf Oriental Bright' color Phnom Penh is ......shining golden in the sun."

Mr. Gaelaya's eyes widened in surprise and said, "Vala, I didn't expect you to have good driving skills and know so much about camellias, what a talent!" ”

"Hehe, Mr. Guelayah, I only heard it from my friend when I was chatting with him," said Vala with a smile, "and my Oriental friend has heard that Mr. Guelaya likes camellias, and has chosen some rare varieties to add a little color to Mr. Gueraye's garden......"

Galaye smiled slightly, he had been in politics for so long, and he knew that his driver must have received a lot of benefits from others, otherwise he would not have recommended him so hard in the early morning.

"I guess your friend must be outside?" Mr. Gueraye said with a smile.

"You are a man of great wisdom...... Vala said with a smile, "and he is indeed waiting outside the door for your summons." ”

"Let your Oriental friends in, I want to see those rare camellias, too." Galaye didn't have much aversion to these little tricks, and today he was in a good mood, and for the sake of the driver's face, he could see the Oriental people who had something to ask for.

Shen Lao, who was in a suit and leather shoes, walked in with a trolley, and the suit he wore this time was tailored overnight, coupled with a neat hairstyle and gold-wire glasses, which made his obscene temperament fade a lot, and he looked more like a successful businessman.

"Mr. Guelaya, it is a great honor for me to meet you." When Shen Lao saw Gailaye, he folded his hands and saluted.

Galaye was indeed fond of flowers and trees, and when he saw the beautifully decorated float pushed forward by the servant behind Shen Lao, he was instantly attracted to his attention.

If the other party's interests and hobbies are not clear, they blindly give gifts, and it is very likely that they will be patted on the horse's legs.

Therefore, the subordinates around the big man are usually the first target of the strategy, and with the relationship between Sarah's classmates, Shen Lao's ability can be exerted to the limit.

With a warm smile, he introduced various rare camellia varieties to Councillor Gelaye, Shen Laoyuan has learned a lot of things, and knows some about astronomy, geography, flowers, plants, insects and birds, and his fanciful explanation also surprised Councillor Gelaye.

Shen Lao greedily saw that the time was almost up, and took out a beautiful camellia pot made of gold from the bottom of the float, which made Congressman Galaye's eyes light up.

Shen Lao Greed originally wanted to make a camellia made of gold, but the time was too tight to come, so he had to buy a golden flower pot, all of which he prepared in one night, in fact, he was still busy preparing until six o'clock this morning.

This is already an incredible speed, but he can't make it too hasty, so too utilitarian will make the councilor's heart uncomfortable, Shen Lao is a good person in this regard.

Sure enough, when Councillor Gelaye saw the golden flower pot, the smile on his face became even more, he glanced at Shen Lao and said, "The camellia in the East is really beautiful, I still have an hour to go to work, why don't you have a morning tea with Mr. Shen and me?" ”

"It's an honor...... "Shen Lao said sincerely with his hands together.

……

In the Warsaw prison, the cold-blooded demon still has a zombie-like expression in the gloomy office, and in front of him sits an iron fist that is obviously a little uneasy.

Iron Fist was secretly taken to the office by the cold-blooded demon early in the morning, there have been many terrifying stories here, and Iron Fist's heart is also full of fear, although he has a lot of power in the prison, but after all, he is a prisoner, and the cold-blooded demon is like the emperor here, with the power of life and death, his own boss is just a joke in his eyes.

"I came to you to do something for me." The Cold-Blooded Demon didn't go around in circles and said it bluntly.

Iron Fist chuckled in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "You let me do something, just give me an order, why bother to let me come over so much......

The Cold-Blooded Demon ignored him, and instead pulled out a drawer, took out a black pistol from it and threw it on the table.

"Kill that Oriental." The cold-blooded demon's voice was cold.

Iron Fist scolded the cold-blooded demon countless times in his heart, if you want to kill yourself, you won't do it, let us prisoners do it, it is obvious that we will carry the black cauldron! This Iron Fist has long seen this, that Mr. Su from the East is definitely not an ordinary person, otherwise he would have disappeared at night when he came in that day.

They don't want to get into trouble, so they leave this matter to themselves and the bison, and they will definitely not hesitate to push themselves out as scapegoats in the future.

Although he understands this, but the iron fist still has no way to resist, stretching out his head and shrinking his head is also a knife, even if he is pushed out to take the blame in the future, it is better than offending the cold-blooded demon now, he knows that if he doesn't say a word, I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of this room, he is not the Oriental, he is a bad life, and the cold-blooded demon will not scruple about anything!

"Got it, don't worry, I'll definitely solve this matter beautifully!" Although Iron Fist had thousands of grass and mud horses running past in his heart, he still had to pick up the gun with a smile on his face.

This is a large black star of the former Soviet Union, with 7 rounds of bullets, great power, short barrel, light weight, easy to carry, and very flexible to use.

Iron Fist gritted his teeth, checked the firearm, filled the magazine, and stuck the big black star in the back of his waist.

The cold-blooded demon nodded and said, "This matter is done, I will take care of you in prison in the future, but if you mess up, you will see what happens to that bison!" ”

Iron Fist's heart twitched again, after the bison was kicked off by Su Xinyuan, the cold-blooded demon threw him directly into a single room, and did not treat him, let him die in pain, even if he saved his life, this pair of arms would be useless in the future, and he would become a wasted person!

The cold-blooded demon really lived up to his nickname, and he didn't have any humanity at all.

The iron-fisted face sank out of the cold-blooded demon's office under the leadership of the prison guard, he had no choice, this Mr. Su from the East must die!

……

At noon, Su Xinyuan was led by Chaozhou Yankee to a remote cell, where a tall foreign man with gray hair lay alone.

The old foreigner curled up on the bed, trembling and letting out a groan of pain.

"Because they were afraid that it was an infectious disease, they threw it in a private room, and I showed someone who knows how to do it and got some medicine for him, but it was said that he was very sick and might need treatment in a big hospital, and if he continued to be here, I am afraid he would not last long." Teochew said.

"I'll go in and have a look." Su Xinyuan said.

Chaozhou Yan motioned to the little brother to open the cage with an electronic card, and Su Xinyuan and Wang Fatzi walked in.

"I fed him painkillers last night and then took some morphine, so he should be more conscious today," Teochew added outside, "but not too long, otherwise it will be difficult for the prison guards to do it." ”

"Got it, thank you." Su Xinyuan said.

The gray-haired foreigner heard someone speak, barely propped up his body and leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Su Xinyuan with some confusion and asked, "Who are you?" I don't know you. ”

"Are you Professor Evans? Linguist? Su Xinyuan asked.

"Oh God, finally someone knows who I am, these bastards just gave me a random name and threw me here, they're not cops at all, they're scarier than the most evil gangsters!" Professor Evans said angrily, and then there was a series of coughs, and he might have a lung problem.

"Who are you? Are you here to save me? Professor Evans asked Su Xinyuan with anticipation as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"I'm also a prisoner, but I really came to Tailuo to find you, did an Oriental contact you before?" Su Xinyuan asked.

"Oh yes, is it Mr. Shen? He seems to say that there are important indigenous texts that he wants me to help unravel, but I can't even save my life now, and I need to be treated! Professor Evans said.

"I'll get you out as soon as possible, you hold out for a while." Su Xinyuan said.

"God bless and thank you!" Professor Evans said excitedly, "You must have been sent by God to save me." ”

"Maybe," Su Xinyuan said, "Your luck is indeed good, someone will bring you medicine, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to go out, I hope you can hold on." ”

Su Xinyuan has confirmed that this foreign old man is indeed the target he is looking for, Professor Evans, because he has not talked about the matter of indigenous writing with Wang Fatzi in prison, so it is impossible for the Teochew Yankee to fake in advance, this guy is really the unlucky Merry Professor Evans.

said that he was unlucky because he went to the black prison for a vacation inexplicably, but fortunately Su Xinyuan found him, if you use an ancient oriental saying to describe it, it is a blessing in misfortune.

This book was first published in Reading Books