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Bukharin did not come with him, and got off the bus halfway and went to the gym. In his words, he was afraid that someone in the Prime Minister's Office would recognize him and cut off his head to receive the reward. Aros said that he was wandering around like a ghost to be easily cut off for eating, but the black bang leader didn't take the veteran's words to heart.

The security guard made a phone call inside, then took a closer look at the crowd and opened the closed door.

The solemn expression on Zhao Jiali's face subsided slightly, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, and then he fell at the end of the team and walked into this elegant courtyard wrapped in begonia flowers.

The faint fragrance washed away the lingering market smell on his body, but Tang Fang waved his hand a little annoyingly.

What he hates is not the fragrance of flowers, but this pretended elegant gesture.

A middle-aged man with glasses was waiting at the gate of the courtyard, and when he saw Tang Fang and the others hurrying to greet him, he shook hands with him and said politely: "Mr. Prime Minister knows that Captain Tang is coming, so he came here to wait as soon as the meeting was dismissed last night." ”

After the man finished speaking, he glanced around, and his gaze finally fixed on Zhao Jiali's face, revealing a smile that he thought was kind.

"If you are polite, you will be exempt, take me to see Prime Minister Han." He didn't even ask the man's name, which was a bit rude.

The middle-aged man laughed dryly, said, "This way, please", and led Tang Fang to a meeting room with a strong ancient style in the deep garden on the left.

There is a guqin under the north wall facing the roller blind, on which hangs a calligraphy------ good as water, virtuous, and a square table in the center of the room, in front of which is an incense burner that has been extinguished, and you can smell some aftertaste of soothing incense.

Tang Fang felt a little uncomfortable, and sneezed when he shook hands with Han Jingyun, staining Mr. Prime Minister's dressing gown.

It was an old man in his 70s, with a relatively open forehead, dazzling eyes, and dyed black hair, which made him look energetic, not at all like the old people he met on the railcar when he came.

After the middle-aged man who received them into the hospital wiped off the snort from Tang Fang with a clean tissue, Han Jingyun said "Sit", let Tang Fang, Claire, and Aros to the opposite side of the square table, and then looked at Zhao Jiali, who was shrunk at the back with an unnatural expression.

"Outside...... Grandpa ......" The girl glanced at him secretly and stammered, a bit like a child who did something wrong and didn't dare to see his parents, but she was a little resistant in fear.

"Didn't you say you'd never come back?" Han Jingyun looked at her with a very stern gaze: "In the end, it is not dependent on my help to get out of the den of thieves. ”

"No...... It's not ......" The girl glanced at Tang Fang and swallowed back the words behind, but she was no longer as timid as she was just now, and looked at her grandfather with an unconvinced gaze.

Although her life on the Red Beret was not pleasant, it was definitely not as unbearable as most people imagined. And compared to Premier Han using state power to rescue hostages like her, she is obviously more willing to accept the argument that Tang Fang took her to escape from the golden silk cage.

In any case, she couldn't accept Han Jingyun's point of view, just because it was his grandfather, and from the perspective of humanity and filial piety, she shouldn't contradict him.

Tang Fang interrupted the conversation between the old and the young, and chose to go straight to the point: "In addition to sending Miss Zhao home this time, I actually have another purpose. ”

The anger on Han Jingyun's face that hated iron and steel disappeared, and it was no surprise that Tang Fang would say this, took the tea handed by the middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the matter of La Prado......

"It's not enough to raise your hands." He twisted the simple teacup around and said straight to the point: "The World Stone System of Sky City...... I guess Ipsisaurus ruins. ”

Han Jingyun thought that he would be more reserved, but now he was a little surprised to hear this. I thought that Tang Fang was using the rescue of Sky City and Zhao Jiali in exchange for the support of rare resources, but I didn't expect that the kid in front of him took a fancy to the World Stone System.

As the prime minister of the Republic of Date, he has his own channels of information, knowing that Hirohiko Iga is accusing Reis? The Eddinand incident caused the rare minerals promised by the Star Alliance government to supply Morningstar minting not to be successfully delivered, which will undoubtedly have a negative impact on the next production tasks, judging from what Johnny, Christian and others did in the Jakarta Boer star system and the Babylon star system, Tang Fang has a strong will for some rare minerals.

He thought that he could use the resources in his hands to negotiate a deal with Tang Fang, but he didn't expect that the other party's above sentence made him have more bargaining chips.

"World Stone System......" He looked at Tang Fang and smiled slightly: "Since Captain Tang is quick to talk, then I will do it better...... The World Stone system can be handed over to you, but one thing must be done for me. ”

Tang Fang scraped the tender leaves floating on the water with the lid of the cup and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's simple...... Whether it's a trick or a force, help me get rid of Pliden? Almaty. Then, how about I not only hand over the World Stone system to you, but also send someone to deliver a sufficient amount of rare minerals? ”

Sure enough, on the way here, he was worried that there would be a scene in front of him, just like what happened to him in the United Kingdom of Turanks, and he would be drawn into a political struggle between the elites, but he was really afraid of something.

"Ahh Zhao Jiali let out an exclamation in hindsight, and looked at her maternal grandfather with an incredulous gaze: "Isn't Uncle Predon your best friend?" How...... How so! ”

She had not returned since she left the Republic of Date seven years ago, and a few days ago, she was forced by her mother to go home, but she was still kidnapped by the Red Martyrs Party, and she did not know the situation in her hometown. Of course, she didn't have the heart to understand what was going on in politics.

What did she say about Plyden? The understanding of the relationship between Almaty and Han Jingyun is still at the level of 7 years ago, when the two were very good friends and drank together after investigation. But 7 years later, when she returned here, her maternal grandfather actually wanted to hire Tang Fang to kill Pliden? Almaty, which was a little difficult for her to accept.

Tang Fang also had similar doubts, although he had already guessed that there was something wrong with the relationship between the two people: "I remember that the Republic of Date also published an article a few days ago titled 'Great Friendship'. He was not as straightforward as Zhao Jiali, and expressed the doubts in his heart in a euphemistic way.

Han Jingyun stood up with the support of the middle-aged man, took out a piece of soothing incense and put it in the furnace to light it, looked at the smoke column that rose up, and said with a smile: "Article? Great friendship? I don't need to explain who those contents are for......

Lies are always the most handy tool for the ruling class to harness the stupid common people.

Tang Fang smiled and didn't respond to his words, just scraped the rim of the cup with the lid of the cup, and snapped...... Cha...... Produces a very monotonous tone.

Aros lit a cigar, and the characteristic smell of tobacco spoiled the aroma of the incense burner, making the middle-aged man opposite him very unhappy, glaring at him with a hostile gaze.

"A lot of times, a lot of people ...... You can support each other in the hard years, get through the difficulties together, and think that you have established a deep friendship and a lifelong friendship, but these lofty ambitions can't withstand the torture of time after all...... Just like no matter how beautiful the face is, there will be a day when it withers, and no matter how rushing the river is, it is difficult to withstand the changes of time...... Time is the sharpest knife in this world, and no one can escape its sanctions. It can be death, it can be old age, it can be the rise and fall of a dynasty, it can be the sea is rotten, and the river is exhausted. ”

"When we were young, we had no worries, we were fearless, and we could work hard for our dreams, but when we gained enough power, wealth and territory, what followed was the fetters of family, and the greed for comfort and wealth...... I had a son, I had a daughter, and Pliden had a son, I had a daughter. ”

"Gradually, we stopped living for ourselves, we began to live for our children, for our families, for those who came to us. Happiness comes from the gifts of others, and it also comes from one's own efforts. In order to repay those who trust me, protect me, and support me, I can only give back to them the power and the benefits that power brings, and thus weave a network of relationships, and we call each other our own people. ”

"As time went on, the net grew bigger and stronger, enough to hold up half of the Republic of Date. But there is another web in this country. The two nets rub, collide, and clash in the chain of interests...... At the beginning, he and I didn't care about these little things, but then we looked at each other and smiled, and chose to restrain our subordinates to endure a step, but when the wind on the pillow blew more and more urgently, those rumors became more and more, and the temporary forbearance was exchanged for step by step, and mediation again and again became useless, and the contradiction swelled and grew like a snowball. ”

"They call me Boss, what is Boss...... Only those who can stand up for them and dare to make decisions for them deserve such a title. If I can't guarantee their interests, then who will guarantee the interests of my family, and what will I use to protect the happiness that my relatives give me? Therefore, under the ruthless cutting of time, the friendship that was once exchanged for blood, sweat, and even life was shattered. ”

"Freezing three feet is not a day's cold...... What was once a conflict has evolved into hatred, eroding through the skin and soaking the bone marrow, and there is no possibility of resolving it unless one side wins outright. ”

"Instead of sacrificing my family and sacrificing myself, I choose to bury my former friends. It's sad, isn't it, but people live in this world and always have to go through one sad thing after another. Sweet and sour, bittersweet and salty, joy, anger, sorrow and sorrow...... But that's life. ”

The teacup in front of Han Jingyun had bottomed out, and those young leaves were chewed by him and swallowed into his stomach.

Aros looked around and didn't see the ashtray, so he casually threw half of the cigar into the bronze incense burner on the table, which made the middle-aged man standing on the side furious, just because Han Jingyun didn't speak, he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

This is really very rude, compared to the scene in front of him, Tang Fang's rude behavior before is nothing at all.

Only Tang Lin knew that the veteran was not heartless in doing this, but was expressing his disdain for Han Jingyun.

Tang Fang was still casually turning the teacup in front of him, as if he was indifferent to everything that was happening around him.

The dreary atmosphere fermented with two distinct plumes of smoke, and the words "good as water, virtuous and virtuous" on the wall now looked like a joke. That is the realm that only saints have, Han Jingyun has long gone through the era of ignorance, knowing that he is just an ordinary man, and he can't afford this word, and now the thing hanging on the wall is just an ornament, just like those begonia flowers in the garden......

"I'm ashamed of you." It was Zhao Jiali who spoke, she tried to raise her head, her face was red, as if there was a flame burning under her skin.

Just like dancing when she is excited, smiling when she is happy, she is not good at disguising her mood, especially when she feels angry, even if her grandfather is sitting in front of her and her friends are sitting around.

"You are the prime minister of this country, your friend is the president of this country, your words can make countless people leave their homes, and one of your instructions may cause thousands of heads to fall to the ground. Power cannot be capricious, power is a responsibility, but look at you...... What do you think of power? It is regarded as personal interest, as private property. ”

"When you stand on the podium, you keep saying that power is given to you by the people, and you look like a righteous man and a gentleman with a fair and honest heart. But what about ...... You're a bunch of liars, a bunch of actors. ”

"In your hearts, power comes from the armed fleet floating in space, from the network of powerful people woven by interests. As for the people, you see them enemies, slaves, fools. ”

"I'm curious to know if you have ever thought that you are governing the country and the country, not a gang like the Red Martyrs Party, who can make the whole country miserable for the benefit of a small number of people."

The girl's voice was loud and emotional, and she changed the way she was stumbling when they met.

Anger is often a source of courage.

She remembers that the last call with Han Jingyun 3 years ago also ended in a similar quarrel.

"Presumptuous." The person who scolded was the middle-aged man, because what the girl did was really annoying, she actually spoke in this tone to her grandfather in front of outsiders, not to mention that Han Jingyun was not only her grandfather, but also the prime minister of this country.

"You use this way to fulfill your filial piety, and use this attitude to repay Mr. Prime Minister's favor to you?"

The middle-aged man's expression was very serious, and after the flattery in his eyes disappeared, it was replaced by a cold killing intent, which was the momentum that had only been exercised after the real test of blood and fire.

In front of him, Zhao Jiali was like a hamster in front of a tornado, weak and vulnerable.

"Isn't that right?" Tang Fang stopped turning the teacup and continued to pluck the buds with the lid of the cup, perhaps using a little more force, making a crisp and loud friction sound. (To be continued.) )