"Elder Shen, let you laugh." Michael wasn't sure if the old man had seen him vomit.

"There's nothing you don't laugh at." Shen Yuehe walked to the washstand on the other side, flipped the water outlet up, and rinsed her mouth with the pure water gushing out. "I don't think that's even enough for the other side...... You're really not fit to be a politician, Chief of Staff. He pulled out his beam handkerchief and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth.

"No, no, Elder Shen, you misunderstood, it's just that you're not feeling well, and there is no other reason......" Michael hurriedly explained to him.

"Really?" Shen Yuehe just stared at him coldly, but Michael only felt that the old man's eyes had been looking at his heart. "Isn't it disgusted by the wise and self-protective attitude shown by that bastard Lu Delun?" The old man turned the hole around again, and ran his fingers between the columns of water, as if he were playing some instrument.

"You...... You ......" Michael was speechless.

"Did you think I knew about this before this?" Shen Yuehe asked suddenly.

"No...... Yes, Shen Lao, I thought ......"

"You think Belém. Since Rosenwell is my subordinate and an old man of the First Fleet, should he and Wen Zhong inform me of this incident first? Shen Yuehe tilted her head and asked.

"You...... You know everything about me......" Michael almost gave up any resistance, he only felt that in the presence of this old man, any cover-up he made would only make things worse.

"Belen used to be my subordinate, but now he's Wen Zhong's man, do you understand?" The old man's far-reaching words made Michael shake his head again and again.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, but I think there's something you've noticed, and that's why we're having this conversation today." Shen Yuehe turned off the water flow and pointed back with his finger. "Don't worry, there's my guy at the door."

Is it a wacky washroom-style conversation, an open and honest exchange of information? The old man's meaning was obvious, but Michael was still hesitant.

"You've noticed a lot of unusual things, haven't you? I mean, there's been a lot of going on in Angel City lately. Shen Yuehe seemed to throw his first card.

"Oh, which ones do you mean?" Michael asked tentatively.

"Is it just some?" Shen Yuehe said with a smile. "Let's start with that weird car accident on Orange Street." He pointed to Michael. "You were the one who killed that poor kid......"

"No...... It's not me ......" Michael couldn't help but try to defend himself.

"Not you? Then Robert. What about Kent, do you think he's next? The old man restrained his smile, his eyes were cold, which made Michael's heart collapse in an instant.

"It's you...... Did you do it? Alex...... He ...... "Shen Yuehe...... Now he knows everything! How can this be explained? He and Wen Zhong are still a card?

"Me?" Shen Yuehe was a little ridiculous. "If it were me, do you think you would still be standing here?"

"Who's that? Who is it? Why? Michael raised his voice.

"I thought you knew...... You know that, right? Otherwise, how would it make York. Alex went to find out what Tom. Holland space station? The old man looked at him strangely.

"Wen Zhong? Is it really Wen Zhong? Why did he do that? Is it to cover up the real mastermind behind the Bald crisis? But that man is from the Development Committee...... This has nothing to do with him...... Michael's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to believe.

"I never said it was Wen Zhong's doing." Shen Yuehe looked at Michael's increasingly confused eyes. "But please believe that behind the thousands of threads, there must be a high-ranking silk-spinners who are manipulating all this."

He elaborated to Michael: "The Balder crisis can be regarded as his first-hand heavenly gate, and the subsequent Kezmian independence and the Zoroastrian hostage incident can also be regarded as a consensus between him and the Heisenberg family, the transfer of the garrison of the Third and Sixth Fleets can only be said to be a good move for his tentacles to reach the army of the Silver Alliance, he wants to avoid my eyes, and deliberately does not move the garrison fleet of the Martial Emperor Galaxy, but how can it be hidden from me." Shen Yuehe nodded slightly, looking like a chess player who was taking a long exam.

"Elder Shen, I found out that the Third and Sixth Fleets fired at the Walkens first, the anger of the Balder crisis ignited the battle line, and the loss of Valkyria was entirely caused by our own mistakes." Michael had decided to reluctantly trust Shen Yuehe at this time, and he told what he knew.

"I already knew that." Shen Yuehe said. But I never imagined that he would take advantage of the crisis of the colony by mistake, and then save up such an absurd rescue plan. It seems that although the reaction of the Walken people is beyond his plan, he does not seem to give up, and the ultimate goal is still to ignite this damn war within the Silver Alliance! ”

"Are you saying that he intends to sacrifice 200,000 colonies in order to provoke the people of the Silver Alliance, so that this war between the two clans that he envisioned can go smoothly?" Michael consulted the old man.

"I can guarantee that he thinks so." Shen Yuehe nodded.

"Why? I mean, what's the point of doing that? Michael never fully understood this.

"If a man has acquired the right above all else, then what else does he want?" Shen Yuehe asked.

"What do you want?"

“…… More rights......" The old man couldn't help but sigh. "Human nature is like this, and no one can escape such bondage."

"So is he just trying to continue to break the rules and want to be re-elected as the chairman of the Yinmeng?"

"Maybe it doesn't stop there, if the war brings more reputation, I think he will go further." Shen Yuehe said in a deep voice.

"You mean Wen Zhong wants to be emperor?" Michael's eyes widened in horror.

"Haha." Shen Yuehe laughed when he heard this. "That's an interesting topic. Let's stop speculating, it's the right thing to do now. ”

He patted Michael lightly on the shoulder, examining his face in front of the mirror at the sink, and it looked like he wanted to end the conversation. But Michael, who was still unaware of what was still on his mind, stopped him from moving towards the door.

"Elder Shen, there is a place here that doesn't make sense." Michael, frowning.

"You mean the pardon he asked you to pass on to Lu Bolun." Shen Yuehe always seemed to know what he had to say.