This place known as the highest pavilion, so cold that there is a sense of silence, Xiao Suode and the fireworks that continue to bloom around it form a sharp contrast, but a few children, are holding fireworks next to this pavilion, from time to time to make a banging sound, and bursts of children's laughter, how much to this highest pavilion to add a little bit of popularity and the joyful atmosphere of the New Year.

This highest pavilion was built in the 40s, since it was built, it has not been used, and it has not been picked up, it has been in a state of abandonment, it is said that there are many developers who have the idea of playing this land, but the city government has a high valuation of this land, and many developers almost do not need to calculate, they know how to develop and how to lose money, and over time, it has been maintained in this state.

Recently, however, there have been rumors that this place may be converted into a museum, and there are even rumors that the building will be completely demolished.

However, this rumor occurs every once in a while, and the residents of the neighborhood have long been immune.

Inside the highest pavilion, the lights are bright, and in a square lobby, there is a huge round table, on which there is a huge Chinese geographical sand table, on which there are two silver dragon-like water veins, like two unyielding pillars since ancient times, the whole Chinese territory is lifted.

Next to the round table were twelve chairs, which had not been sat in a long time.

Now it was wiped fresh, and there were twelve odd-looking men sitting on it.

"It's been a long time since twelve people have come together like this. One of the men with a large hooked nose spoke, and his old, hoarse voice did not quite match his middle-aged countenance.

"I originally thought that this kind of reunion would be impossible again, and even if there was an estimate, it would have to be underground, but I didn't expect that not only would everyone get together, but also see each other's young appearances again, which reminded me of the appearance of our people when we got together eighty years ago, vigorous, vibrant, yes, this is it. A middle-aged man who was constantly looking at his cheek in the mirror said.

The middle-aged man looked to be in his forties, but if you look closely, you can see that there are many age spots on his face, and his hair is black at the roots and withered white at the ends.

Hair usually turns gray from the roots, which is obviously counterintuitive.

Next to this middle-aged man, sat an old man with dull dry brown skin, who looked like he was about to die, but there was not much old in his eyes, only vicissitudes.

The old man was pinching the brown dry skin on the back of his hand with his fingernails at the moment, and the old skin made an unwilling squeak, revealing the pink, healthy and vibrant fragile skin.

The man who was looking at his cheeks glanced at the old man and said, "Elder Dong, if you want to hurry, you should wait until these old skins fade away little by little." ”

Dong Lao, who was uncovering the skin, glared at the middle-aged man next to him, and said viciously: "The surname Yao, I said it, let's not mention that old word of bullshit between us again, your skin has faded so quickly, and now it is no different from a young man, how can you understand the pain in my heart? I don't want to live in this old skin anymore, I don't want to think for a moment, I can even smell the rotten smell of old decay on this old skin." ”

Qin Lao on the other side was also covered with dark brown skin, and said with a smile: "I said Comrade Dong, don't be reluctant, how can this layer of skin on our martial arts practitioners be comparable to a few other guys?" Naturally, it will fade a little slower than others, speaking of which, we have never divided the victory or defeat between us, but we can see some clues from this molt, the skin on your body has begun to fall off, and the old skin on my body has just risen, which shows that my martial arts are stronger than yours, and our Qin family's martial arts are stronger than your Dong family's martial arts, haha!"

When Dong Lao heard this, the corners of his mouth were about to reach the root of his ears.

At this time, the three middle-aged men on the other side were talking about other things, and one of them pointed to the Huaxia sand table in front of him and smiled: " Originally, according to our ideas, the things on this sand table, after being handed over to the descendants, as long as they are not lost, they will be considered successful, but in the 60 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are still several pieces missing on it, and there are several small points that have not been recovered. ”

"Yes, originally our old guys were dying, so the national policy is becoming more and more conservative, and the external affairs are always quiet, and Taoguang is obscure everywhere, now there is no need to continue to be so nested, the external strategy can be more open, tougher, and the most important thing is to re-grasp the hearts and minds that have been lost in recent years, by the way, corruption, corruption is our biggest enemy, those juniors are tossing blindly day by day, making it embarrassing everywhere, nepotism, are about to rot the roots of this country, and when we regain power, purge the ink officials, it is time for me to rise completely, just those decades of Taoguang Yang, has laid enough foundation, with us guys out of the mountain, I don't believe that I can't see the day when Huaxia rises!

The two middle-aged people next to him nodded in unison, and there was a hint of excitement in their eyes, and one of them even had some bloodthirsty light.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a Mao suit spoke: "Okay, okay, now is not the time to talk about this, you are all quite optimistic, full of thoughts about the future, but you don't know that the danger is in front of you, whether it is the most critical moment of our life and death, I am afraid that the catastrophe ten years ago is not as good as today's catastrophe that endangers our lives, eating the Rejuvenation Pill and returning to the young years, does not mean that we will not die, a bullet makes us die anymore, and the gods can't save it." ”

The one who spoke was Tu Zheng, two-thirds of the military power in his hands, and he was one of the three major families in the Twelve Pillars, so the weight of his words was naturally not ordinary!

All of them here are the Twelve Pillar Stones, all of which can disturb the world with one finger, and when they heard the words of Tu Jun, the Twelve Pillar Stones all stopped speaking in private, and their expressions became focused.

The three major families of the Tu family, the Zhao family, and the Wang family are respectively in charge of the three national lifelines of the military, politics and economy, the Tu family controls two-thirds of the army, and the Zhao family controls the resources of politicians.

The Wang family controls the banking, the stock market, oil, electricity and many other fields, and is the real god of wealth.

These three are three-legged, and beyond the scope of their power is the living space of the other nine, and it is precisely because the three of them are in charge of the most important national context, and they are absolutely not involved in each other's power range, and they are dependent on each other and can not do without anyone, so although there are twelve huge families in this country, they still maintain a complete unity and no separation.

The meeting of the Twelve Pillars in this highest cabinet is actually equivalent to a small council.

A few decades ago, many national policies were agreed upon by the Twelve Pillars, but as the Twelve Pillars grew old, all these rights were decentralized, some of which were exercised by the eldest sons of the Twelve Pillars, and more were left to the country's elected meritocracy, and the Twelve Pillars hardly cared about national affairs, except for earth-shattering things, such as the catastrophe that created a god of war ten years ago.

When I think of what happened ten years ago, the Twelve Pillars became serious, it was the biggest threat to their lives since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Zhao Minggong is a beautiful man with eyebrows and sideburns, even if he was old, he is still charming, at this time, he has experienced countless vicissitudes, he has become younger again, and the temperament of the whole person is becoming more and more outstanding.

Zhao Minggong said: "Yes, we guys, sitting in this so-called supreme pavilion, seem to control the world with one hand, but we don't know, the descendants who have been raised in the past few decades have been full-fledged one by one, originally our promise to them was that they would become the inheritors and own the entire family, but now, since we have become younger, we must take back all the rights, how many changes can there be in the past few decades?" One of our former brothers has all gone into the wood, and the amount of power we can call on is quite limited, and it seems that we are covering the sky with one hand, but in fact, we guys have no foundation, and they are fighting against the whole world. ”

"Blocking people's money is comparable to killing your father's revenge, our decades of cultivation have turned the succession of twelve little guys into a matter of course, and now we suddenly want to abolish these twelve little guys, how can twelve little guys be willing?"

"Those officials who have followed the twelve little guys over the years are also unwilling, not to mention anything else, even our sons are unwilling, everyone in the whole world is unwilling, let's go against the trend, it's unpredictable!" Sitting next to Zhao Ming Palace is Wang Shi, who is in charge of the country's economic lifeline, this Wang Shi really looks like the God of Wealth, with a square head and big ears, and a blessed face.

But at this time, Wang Shi's face was solemn.

The twelve pillars were silent at this time, now their enemies are not those juniors, but decades ago, they put down the power in their hands step by step, the twelve juniors, they were cultivated by one hand, and they spent countless efforts, but now they have become their own enemies, the world changes wonderfully like chess, but the waves are not shocking, but the thunder continues.

Their opponents are all their dearest relatives, they hugged and kissed when they were children, and they have always placed high expectations on the care and training like a pearl in the palm of their hands, but now they want to bury them with one hand, this feeling, even if they have been in a high position for a long time and have been cold-blooded and ruthless, they are not comfortable.

But this is an inevitable duel, even if they are willing to give up the rights in their hands or let these juniors inherit the family, once the juniors stand firm, they will immediately open the knife for the twelve old things, there is no doubt about this, the twelve juniors on the nine sides have good intentions and can't bear to do it, and the people around the twelve juniors will work together to promote this matter, and that kind of power will roll up, not for any individual to fight, it is the entire power organization, the whole world, the whole general trend, they are not prolonging their lives to be killed by their own grandchildren。

And now even if they want to put these twelve beasts in the fence, it is too late, the beasts have already cultivated wildness, and if they want to domesticate them, it is impossible!

Having left the center of power for too long, they have left their juniors, and they have almost become blind and deaf, unable to see or hear, and no one carries out their orders.

Therefore, with the fastest speed and the simplest and most direct method, the twelve heirs will be destroyed physically, so that the general trend of the world will return to the hands of the Twelve Pillar Stones.

However, the power that the Twelve Pillars can use is really not much, only their most secret subordinates, the most loyal dead soldiers, never thought that one day they would return to the young Twelve Pillars, most of their subordinates were scattered to their sons and grandchildren, and those who could stay were very few of the very few.

No one else can trust anyone.

The lights in the lobby reflected the twelve faces, a little blue and white.