"Your Excellency is the plane that left South Burma at six o'clock this afternoon and returned to the Far East?" Nightfall asks about King's Landing's itinerary.

"Yes. As for the issue of aluminum in Myanmar, we can only put it on hold for the first time and wait for next year's general election in your country to be decided. King's Landing smiled, and at this time, the burial ceremony had ended, King's Landing stepped forward, picked up a bouquet of moon-white camellias, and solemnly cherished it in front of Lingfu's tombstone.

Ye Yao watched the movements of King's Landing with cold eyes, and in the light of his eyes, the strange moon lit up.

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After Lingfu's funeral, Ye Yao returned to the office of the military department and immediately used his personal mobile phone to call Yan Tengjiao, vice president of the Far East.

"Mr. Yan, get ready to act as president." Ye Yao stood by the window, looking at the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Sakura Buddha Temple outside, and said coldly.

"General Zongka, you are ......." At the end of the summer palace, in the vice president's office, Yan Tengjiao was puzzled.

"Don't ask so much, just do what I tell you." Ye Yao replied indifferently, "When the time comes, when you become the president, you just need to fulfill the peace talks on the issue of aluminum ore in Far Burma." ”

"Okay." Yan Tengjiao didn't know what to do, but he was also excited and hung up the phone uneasily.

Ye Yao took back the phone, his eyes dark, and his smile sly.

Not surprisingly, two hours later, the world would be shocked by the news of a sudden catastrophic accident.

Far Eastern President's Expedition No. 1 - is about to crash.

Ye Yao picked up the Siamese wine glass, took a sip of Siamese black tea, and acted recklessly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

King's Landing, you have lost one of my children, so I want all of you to bury my child.

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Far East, summer palace office, office of the vice president.

Yan Tengjiao sat comfortably on the big sofa, watching the TV, waiting for the news from Ye Yao's side, waiting for the report of the Far East air crash that shocked the world.

Finally, at seven o'clock in the evening of Far Eastern time, the news of the air crash was broadcast, and Yan Tengjiao was excited.

"Dear citizens of the Far East, citizens of the Far East of the world, a few minutes ago we received shocking and sad news—"

Far Eastern State Television, the seven-o'clock newscaster, with shock and tears, broadcast the news that had been confirmed.

"[Expedition No. 1] crashed at 7:10 tonight in Mangkazan, on the Far Burmese border."

"The president's special plane, Yuanzheng No. 1, crashed a few minutes ago due to the damage caused by the twin turbocharging of the left wing, the wing disintegrated and crashed, deep in the mountains at the intersection of the borders of the four countries of Far Burma, and all 48 crew members on board, including the president, have all lost contact!"

"At present, the joint search and rescue operation of the four countries is in full swing. In an effort to find the black box of the wreckage of the plane as soon as possible, we only hope that President King's Landing and all the personnel on Expedition One are safe. ”

Explosive news, the power of an atomic bomb that exploded the entire Far East, shocked the whole country, and plunged the whole country into total mourning.

"No, it won't! President! The president will be fine! "The sad cries and shocks of the people of the Far East have spread from the Internet to the streets and alleys, and all the people of the Far East have raised their condolences.

"President King's Landing, may you be safe! May everyone be safe! The women were crying one after another, and no one would have figured out that the most handsome president of the Far East had died so young.