Sunset. It was as if a huge orange curtain had fallen from the sky, enveloping the entire Meigang in it.

The water in the Mae Gang pier is dyed orange. The fiery clouds on the horizon seemed to be boiling. Like a group of fiery horses, galloping away with their manes fluttering in the wind, with a roar.

The top floor of the tallest government building in Mae Hong Kong. Inside the office of the Supreme Chief. Jiang Yang was secretly talking to a strangely dressed middle-aged man.

No one except Shen Yitong knew about this conversation. Meigang said that the Ye family supported it from behind, but looking at the entire Meigang, whether it was from the Zhengfu personnel or the three major companies in Meigang, all the personnel grew up with Jiang Yang.

People, all of them

"Jiang family". In other words. The core backbone of the whole Mekong is surnamed Jiang, not Ye. They only recognize Jiang Yang and no one.

The current Jiang Yang is the most powerful person in the entire Mekong region. Above 10,000 people, no one is below. At the pinnacle of the pyramid of power, in that chair of honor, there is only himself.

Strictly speaking, it took him two years to build a country. He became king himself.

"Respect, Mr. Jiang Yang." Mu Haipeng stood up, picked up his hat and put it on his abdomen, and bowed deeply to Jiang Yang again.

"Please, allow me."

"Praise for you." Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Mu Haipeng, and did not say much, but added him a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Mu Haipeng nodded and sat back on the sofa. Jiang Yang raised his hand and began to make tea. looked at the tea set with his eyes, and said lightly: "Go on." ”

"Okay." Mu Haipeng was allowed to sit up straight again. The right hand loosened the bow tie around his neck and cleared his throat before he continued to speak.

"Just now, you were right."

"Machine, three pockets." Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang: "Presumably, you should know a lot of things in your heart. Jiang Yang leaned back on the sofa, raised his right foot again, sat comfortably, and looked at Mu Haipeng: "A little." ”

"After the second occupation, the speed of making money of this machine is increasing exponentially."

"You should know." Mu Haipeng said: "In the event of a war, those countries on the other side of the Pacific Ocean will have to curry favor with the United States." ”

"Hold on, America's thighs." Mu Haipeng smiled: "Currying favor with the United States is equivalent to sending money to the American reserves." Sending money to the U.S. Reserve is tantamount to falling into our pockets. ”

"Woven by many families, three, huge pockets."

"So." Mu Haipeng raised his head: "This world, you have to move." ”

"Get restless, get restless."

"We have money to make." Mu Haipeng stopped his chest: "Otherwise, everyone is at peace." ”

"Everybody, all right."

"No one will need the United States, the country."

"We are needed." Mu Haipeng spread his hands: "In that case, we can only make very little money." ”

"Uninteresting." Jiang Yang lit a cigarette. The smoke pierced through his hair and drifted slowly into the air.

"So." Mu Haipeng still looked at Jiang Yang: "Bei covenant can't be shaken, and the status of the machine can't be shaken." ”

"It's a film for us, for money, for the engine."

"Huge engines."

"The engine stopped...... the smile in Mu Haipeng's eyes was a little less, with a hint of fierceness: "Those families will be unhappy, Mr. Sain will be unhappy, and those patriarchs behind the scenes, members of the royal family, and kings will be unhappy." ”

"And you."

"My honorable Mr. Jiang Yang." Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang: "Meigang and the East China Free Trade Port established by Huaxia have affected the development of that machine. ”

"Especially the shipping market that you monopolize, the international Internet free trading market."

"This not only contributed to the surge in the total trade between China and ASEAN, but even almost exceeded the total trade between China and the United States combined."

"You're irrational like this." Mu Haipeng frowned slightly, thought for a while and added: "The global hegemony of the US dollar cannot be affected. ”

"The hegemony is there, there is no money, we print money, and the whole world will fight for us."

"The hegemony is not there, there is no money, we print money." Mu Haipeng inhaled slightly: "We can only carry it ourselves." ”

"I just wanted to tell you." Mu Haipeng said: "Mae Hong Kong is not important, but the business you do is very important. ”

"It's going to be a matter of another level."

"So, on behalf of the families, on behalf of Mr. Theon, I have come to talk to you." Jiang Yang stretched out a finger and scratched his forehead.

Mu Haipeng said: "Join us. ”

"Or."

"Become an enemy." When he said this, the smile on Mu Haipeng's face became even stronger. It is so thick that the mouth is slightly open.

A mouthful of golden teeth was exposed. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. The cigarette ash in Jiang Yang's hand flicked into the ashtray.

He remained leaning back on the couch, his right hand raised, the cigarette burning, his fingers kneading his temples, the cigarette at just the right distance from his hair.

"Mae Gang, it's not mine." After a long time, Jiang Yang spoke.

"I think you should understand that I'm just a son-in-law."

"To be more accurate, I didn't even step into the door of the Ye family." Jiang Yang looked at Mu Haipeng: "Ye Wenjing and I are not married, and our marriage is just a verbal agreement." ”

"I'm a tool." Jiang Yang also smiled, his chin lowered slightly, and his eyes were very smiling: "A tool, how can it have the final say." ”

"So you don't have to come and talk to me about this." His fingers drooped slightly, and he pointed to the ground.

"Here."

"There's a master here."

"If you want to change the pace of Mae Hong Kong, I don't think you have to spend time on me." Jiang Yang extinguished the cigarette butt: "Go find Ye Wenjing." ”

"My fiancée who didn't pass through the door."

"The current patriarch of the Ye family." Jiang Yang leaned back on the sofa: "Between me and her, I think you should respect her more than a small tool." Mu Haipeng smiled.

Under the sunlight of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the mouth is full of gold. Jiang Yang looked at him again for a few seconds. Mu Haipeng suddenly stretched out his right hand: "Mr. Jiang, congratulations." Jiang Yang was slightly stunned.

Just then, the office door opened. A clear-eyed

"Girl" appeared in Jiang Yang's sight. The woman was wearing a simple white dress, her skin was as delicate as mutton fat jade, and her face was so pure that people couldn't get any distractions.

It was Ye Wenjing. There was no expression on her face, she just walked towards Jiang Yang with a steady pace, walked in front of Jiang Yang, and looked up at him slightly.

Mu Haipeng stood up and bowed to Ye Wenjing. Ye Wenjing didn't look at Mu Haipeng, but raised his hand slightly and waved.

Mu Haipeng nodded, bowed to Jiang Yang, and then left the room. Conveniently, he closed the office door.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, only half of the sunset is left on the water surface of the Mae Gang Pier. It was as if the whole world had gone dark.

Jiang Yang can see Ye Wenjing's face clearly, and Ye Wenjing can also see Jiang Yang's face clearly. There are no languages. Jiang Yang bent down and picked up Ye Wenjing, and walked towards the small door behind the office.

Ye Wenjing put her hands on his chest and looked at his chin like that. Until the door opened, and the man carried the woman in.

Then the shoe closed the door. The office was quiet again. The sound of wheezing in the room was like a tidal wave.

Outside the building, the wind is thick, and the rolling dark clouds are coming. It's going to change. It looks like tonight, it's another rainstorm.