Fort Augustus, North Worth, Horus Mountains.

After all, Zhao Xiaonan still did not respond to the old president's question.

On the one hand, she really didn't know if Han Jianfei had left anything behind - she remembered Dobby saying that her first priority at the moment was to find the ring called "Ice Iron", but she wasn't sure if it was the old president talking about it or not.

On the other hand, when she knew that Han Jianfei was still alive, it was impossible for her to cooperate with someone who coveted his things, no matter who that person was.

The old president did not embarrass this girl, but let her recuperate in this valley hut far away from right and wrong, with sufficient food, clothing, and shelter, and after her injuries were healed, she cut wood and made a fire to cook every day, and occasionally went to the mountains to catch a wild thing, and actually lived an idyllic and leisurely life in the capital of the alliance.

It's just that every once in a while, the guy named Partridge will come over and bring some news from the outside, and have a meal by the way.

The old president had said that he would keep her safe as long as she stayed in the mountains, or at most out of the town.

Zhao Xiaonan tried to get out of this valley, and even went to the town's "Jasmine and Tin Pot" to drink coffee once.

During the entire process, she was not stopped once and was not followed.

Sometimes she even wonders if the old president has forgotten his existence.

But she was in no hurry to leave, and even if she did, she didn't know where to go.

Now that the villain is still alive, he'll find himself someday, she thought.

But the days of leisure will eventually come to an end, and Zhao Xiaonan stayed in the mountains for two months.

As the northern hemisphere of Fort Augustus entered winter again, she finally saw the old president again.

This time the old president did not come to her cabin, but asked the partridge to take her to his private residence.

When Zhao Xiaonan saw President Feng, the old gentleman was chopping wood in the courtyard of his private residence alone, and the office director, who seemed inseparable before, did not seem to be there.

Seeing the partridge and Zhao Xiaonan, the eighty-year-old man put down the axe in his hand and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to chop wood?" ”

Zhao Xiaonan took the axe and placed a log on the stump.

It was the first time she had used a logging axe, and she hadn't used much effort yet, and the first slash was missed.

To the laughter of the old president, she picked up the larger piece of firewood and chopped it in half.

In a short time, a pile of firewood was piled up in the yard.

"That's it." The old president said, "Help me move in, and I'll give you coffee." ”

The old president's private residence had an empty living room, but the fire in the fireplace was so hot that it didn't feel cold.

A wooden table and a few chairs had already been set up next to the fireplace.

The old president sat them down, went to the fireplace to add a few handfuls of firewood, and hung a kettle on the fire.

When he got back to the table, he had an extra can of coffee beans in his hand.

The old man slowly took out a hand grinder from under the table, poured some coffee beans out of the jar, thought about it, and poured some back.

"It's not much, you have to keep it." The old president had a distressed look on his face, "This can is precious." ”

The partridge took the grinder and shook the handle to help grind the powder.

"You're going to be short of that coffee money?" Zhao Xiaonan said disapprehantly.

"This can is different." The old president said, "It's expensive." ”

Zhao Xiaonan took a closer look at the can of coffee, there was no trademark and no text, it was simply a three-no product.

The partridge carefully pours out the ground coffee, weighs out some, and pours it onto the filter paper in the filter cup.

"You can make coffee?" The old president glanced at the partridge with some surprise.

"Not really." The partridge shook its head.

"Then you get out of the way," the old president said, taking the filter and coffee pot, "don't spoil it, this thing is expensive......"

Zhao Xiaonan pursed his lips, not understanding what the old president was pumping today.

"This can of coffee, it's cat poop coffee sent by Silla Song......"

The old president quickly brewed coffee and poured a cup for each of them.

Zhao Xiaonan's eyes lit up, it was not the first time she had heard the word Xinluosong.

Han Jianfei once said that his foundation is on that planet.

"Taste it, don't put anything on it, just drink it." The old president greeted.

Zhao Xiaonan remembered what Han Jianfei had said, about the source of this coffee, and couldn't help frowning.

"Do you know how expensive this coffee is?" The old man babbled, "You still don't want to drink, this sip, just this sip......"

Zhao Xiaonan took a sip gently, and she felt that there was nothing special except for the mushy smell of roasting and the unique aroma of coffee.

"Just this ......," the old man muttered, "worth a destroyer......

Zhao Xiaonan put down the cup and finally heard the meaning of the old president's words.

A can of coffee, no matter how expensive it is, can never be more expensive than a starship.

But listen to the old president, the coffee she just drank is worth a destroyer!

Even if you buy all the coffee produced by the entire planet in a year, you can't afford the price of a destroyer.

"This can, just this little can," said the old president, putting on his glasses and somewhat nervously, "is it worth a planet?" Is it worth it? Yes? Do you say it's worth it? ”

Zhao Xiaonan finally realized what was going on with this can of coffee sent from Silla Song.

It turned out that the guy was not only alive, but also went to Silla Song a long time ago.

This can of coffee must have been sent by him, and she still remembers the conversation between him and the old president in the café at the foot of the mountain more than half a year ago.

When he looked at this "three-no" coffee can again, Zhao Xiaonan's eyes were a little different.

"Just for this can of coffee, you can give it to the ...... Give it to him? Zhao Xiaonan suddenly felt in a good mood, but he was unconvinced, "I don't believe it." ”

"What can I do?" The old president feigned anger and said, "If I don't give it, he won't be able to get it?" This little bastard, slippery like a loach, the destroyer's main guns can't kill him, who knows what else he can toss out of me if he continues to toss! ”

Zhao Xiaonan was secretly proud in his heart, but he asked: "You are the president of the alliance, just watching him as a warmonger dividing his territory and occupying the throne?" ”

The old president slapped the table: "You think Lao Tzu is willing!" ”

As if afraid that he would be really angry, Zhao Xiaonan lowered his head and took a sip of coffee.

The old president suddenly realized his gaffe, sighed, and put down his raised right hand.

"The alliance is supposed to go its own way," he sighed after taking a sip of coffee, "Even if it doesn't have him, sooner or later, it's a matter of time, and no one in the administrative stars is in charge of anyone, and they have long been separated." ”

After a moment of silence, the old president continued: "Forget it, what's the use of telling you this!" It's to tell you that the little Wang Ba Lamb is still alive, and it is said that he is alive and well. ”

The territory of the alliance is huge, the administrative stars are each factional, and the tail is too big to fall, which has long been a chronic disease.

Novalasong is nominally the administrative star of the Union, but in fact it is located on the edge of the territory, and the administrative apparatus has long since existed in name only.

Of course, the old president could not let Han Jian illegally split the administrative star of the alliance, but it could save him a lot of effort.

For example, dragging on the council for a few months, for example, to get the current governor of Sillasson and the federal administration to cooperate obediently, or for example, to simply give him, or his agent, the title of governor.

As long as everyone can get by and hand over an administrative star that is already difficult to govern, everyone will be happy, so why not?

As for that can of coffee, or a few cans of coffee each year after that, it's just an addition.

The old president, of course, did not make a decision lightly.

More than half a year ago, Han Jianfei came to him, and the two talked around the coffee for a long time, in fact, this business has already had a framework.

If Han Jianfei died, those transactions would naturally be nullified, and the old man would continue to be the president at ease, but he didn't die, but the deposit was sent, which means that this business has to continue to be done.

Losing or earning, he didn't think about it.

Sending Zhao Xiaonan and Partridge away, the old president looked at the can of coffee beans and fell into deep thought.

If it weren't for the illusion recorded from Han Jianfei's brain, and the kind of monster he saw during the operation in Huangyang Town, he could have ignored it completely.

But today's alliance is absolutely unlikely to survive such a crisis.

This means that Han Jianfei or Chen Mingyuan, he must choose a side.

After working hard in politics for most of his life, the old president believes that he has never stood on the side of others.

But when he thought of what these two demon kings were going to do, he still couldn't help but want to scold his mother.

Are you so sure that the path you have chosen for the Alliance, or even for the entire human race in the Star Sector, must be the right one?

Does Lao Tzu have to stand on your side, can't there be a third possibility?

The old president reached into the coffee can and pulled out a note mixed with the aroma of coffee.

On the note was an ugly font like Han Jianfei's dog planing: "Mr. President, I have opened a branch in Sillasong, and the store manager is Mei Weisi, Pan Heyi, and Han Moumou respectfully." ”

"Little bastard, I still want a congratulatory gift, congratulations to you ......"

The old president was just about to throw the note into the fireplace when he suddenly stopped.

To give, or not to give, for 87-year-old Feng Pinghai, this is a question.

From a Conservative magnate to an honorary president for life, moderation seems to be his only option in his political career, and he has never been in the habit of betting all his bets to the side.

After thinking about it for a long time, he seemed to have made a lot of determination before making a decision.

If the alliance is a balance, at this moment, Han Jianfei and Chen Mingyuan are two trays, and he Feng Pinghai is the person who uses the scale, since he wants to put something on the balance on Han Jianfei's side, he must also put a weight on Chen Mingyuan's side, so that this balance can maintain balance.

He knew exactly what the result would be.

But even if the Alliance were to split into two as a result, humanity would still have a chance in the midst of a terrible crisis that could come at any time, as long as each piece did what its planners intended.

As for the stupid silverfish in the council, who only knew what little interests they had in front of them, they were not worth even a single grain of weight from him.

The old president picked up the coffee that had already cooled down and drank it all.

He threw the piece of paper into the fire, and the flames burst into flames.

Since it is going to burn after all, why not add more firewood, let the fire burn a little stronger, and see what this alliance can become!

The door of the president's private residence was suddenly pushed open, and Zhou Rong, the director of the office wearing black glasses, hurriedly walked in: "Mr. President, something is wrong!" ”