In the face of such a scene, many people want to see the grumpy Prince Tun lose his temper!

But in fact, Lao Shi is very honest and has no jealousy at all.

Wu Sidao felt that the family didn't need to do anything icing on the cake now, but to press it and set off after precipitation.

And Lao Shi, because of the influence of his mentors and friends, is more calm.

And faintly, the height at which he stands is already a little different from that of his brothers.

This is related to his nature, he is not a person who likes to stick to small sections, and has always seen it more directly and higher than ordinary people.

He did it, and whoever wanted to take the credit for it couldn't be in fact.

After doing it, he stayed behind the people and hid his merit and fame.

This kind of bearing, although it seems to have suffered a loss for a while, but in fact, Kangxi Ye doesn't know anything when he stays in the rear, and a loss is taking advantage, and who loses and who wins is really not the final say at this moment.

The king of Zhijun followed those people for a long time, eating and drinking, slanting his eyes at Lao Shi, and found that Lao Shi was silent until later, and seemed to not care and seemed to be doing something.

The pride of the king of Zhijun gradually turned into extreme embarrassment.

Because, all of us, are aware of one thing.

Money, in front of the old ten.

Lao Shi didn't say anything, and they couldn't get a son if they pulled out the big sky with the king of Zhijun.

The king of Zhijun couldn't suppress Prince Dun, they cooperated with the performance like this, but now they are like a group of fools, drama, which makes people laugh.

At the end, Prince Tushetu Khan finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Prince Dun, what about the disaster relief silver...... What the hell is it said. ”

Lao Shi let out a short laugh in a low voice.

And this laugh was like a whip on the heart of the king of Naojun.

There was a moment of silence.

And the eighth master, who has been acting as a lubricant when the king of Zhijun argues with others, doesn't know what to say at this time, and it seems that he didn't see this embarrassing scene.

Prince Tushetu Khan asked again with a smile.

King Zhijun's face twitched slightly, and his whole body exuded a thick coercion, but this could not affect Lao Shi at all.

The amount of communication between the silent masters is formless and colorless, and there is absolutely no refreshing feeling of openly slapping people's mouths, nor is there the pleasure of taking advantage of the tongue.

But this unique aura in high-pressure battles, without saying a word, can affect everyone.

Lao Shi finally said: "I invite you princes to come here today to discuss the matter of this disaster relief silver." ”

His voice was not loud, but at this time everyone was extremely quiet, quiet as if it was the previous court, and it was related to a lot of money, who could not be nervous.

It seems that the eating, drinking, talking, laughing and laughing just now were all foreplay, and it was not until the old ten opened his mouth that it really began.

The face of the king of Zhijun was black and red, his eyes were cold and violent, he stared at Lao Shi, this younger brother who was called a straw bag by everyone, an inconspicuous garbage-like existence, at this time, even he had to admit that in terms of momentum, Lao Shi would not lose to any brother.

He is not winning in intelligence, not in words, not in change, and even when he comes to this point, no one thinks he is scheming.

He walked almost above board, in front of his brothers, without the slightest means of conspiracy.

King Naojun wouldn't describe it, but he found that he appreciated the success more than his brothers.