When the plane took off, a human face suddenly stretched out behind Jiang Yang.

The man was wearing a hat, golden teeth, and a smile.

"Mr. Pi is an important player."

Mu Haiou smiled very strongly, looked at Jiang Yang and said, "You are like this, if you talk to him, you will suffer, blow."

Jiang Yang put his phone aside and said lightly, "It's not important."

Mu Haipeng nodded, tidied up his neckline slightly, and walked to the aviation sofa opposite Jiang Yang and sat down.

"Mr. Jiang has read Plato's "Ideal Republic" by the famous ancient Greek philosopher."

"Then I think Mr. Jiang has a certain understanding of the 'cave system.'"

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang and said lightly: "When you use this system to talk to Mr. Pi, you will definitely touch his reverse scales."

There was a moment of silence.

Mu Haipeng continued to ask, "I'm curious about how he responded to you after you finished talking to Mr. Pi about this book."

Jiang Yang leaned back on the sofa disappreciably.

did not respond to Mu Haipeng, nor did he continue the topic.

Instead, he closed his eyes and said lightly, "You can fly."

The words fell.

The tall stewardess who had been standing beside Jiang Yang nodded slightly: "Yes."

Then he stepped on his high heels and walked briskly towards the front cabin of the plane.

Pick up the walkie-talkie hanging on the wall of the cabin and whisper something.

A few seconds later, the plane shook slightly.

The engines were activated, and the business jet gradually taxied towards the runway.

Jiang Yang still leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Mu Haipeng shook his head slightly, went to the aviation sofa next to Jiang Yang, sat side by side in the same direction as Jiang Yang, and then fastened his seat belt.

With a roar and the sound of engines running rapidly, the business jet began to sprint down the runway.

The strong feeling of pushing back made the heads of both men tilt back slightly.

Jiang Yang was still closing his eyes and recuperating.

Mu Haipeng turned his head to look at Jiang Yang, and after a moment of silence, he leaned his neck on the sofa like Jiang Yang, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

A force came from under his feet.

The business jet finally left the ground and began to slowly rise towards the sky.

It didn't take long for him to see white clouds beside him.

Going up again, the plane pierced the sky directly and reached the top of the clouds.

At his feet, there is a scene of the earth that cannot be seen clearly.

Mountains, rivers, lakes, all become vague ink paintings.

When the plane stopped rising, the stewardess with an extraordinary temperament returned to Jiang Yang again.

It's just that when she reappeared, she had an extra dark blue blanket in her hand and gently spread it on Jiang Yang's legs.

From beginning to end, Jiang Yang never opened his eyes.

"Ding!"

With a prompt sound, a robot's voice announcement sounded in the cabin.

The broadcast is a pre-planned route between the business jet and the tower.

The content is simply as follows: Meigang direct flight to Los Angeles.

Above the clouds.

Jiang Yang opened his eyes at some point, still leaning on the sofa, looking sideways at the window.

"Mr. Jiang."

Mu Haipeng's voice came again: "Regarding the matter of that book, I am still very curious, how Mr. Pi answered you."

Jiang Yang took his gaze back from the window and looked at Mu Haipeng.

Mu Haipeng shrugged his shoulders.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Jiang Yang said, "It doesn't matter what he thinks of this."

"What matters is my attitude and relationship with him."

"Isn't it?"

Mu Haipeng thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

Jiang Yang said, "The fact that I can obey Mr. Sain's call and go to Los Angeles alone already says it all."

"Meigang and the Ye family have completely cut off contact."

Mu Haipeng shook his head slightly: "No, no, no."

"Mr. Jiang Yang, I don't think you have figured out your current situation."

Mu Haipeng finally took off his hat and put it on his lap.

Unbuckled his seat belt, walked to the sofa opposite Jiang Yang and sat down, adjusting his breathing.

"Mae Hong Kong."

"It doesn't just affect the relationship between Vanguard, Blackstone, State Street and the Ye family."

"At the same time, it also affected the status of the Ye family in the United States."

"Mr. Sain, the relationship with the Ye family."

"Of course."

"And that includes that."

Mu Haipeng's eyes were a little serious: "The trade relationship between China and the United States, and the relationship at a higher level."

"Today's Mekong can already influence the economy of the entire ASEAN."

"I've investigated."

"The establishment of the Mekong Port and the establishment of the East China Free Trade Port has boosted the GDP of the entire ten ASEAN countries."

Mu Haipeng smiled: "Even now, even if the Ye family does not agree to the existence of Meigang, I'm afraid, ASEAN will no longer support it."

"Because you, really, have brought benefits to ASEAN."

"Great benefits."

Mu Haipeng pondered and touched his chin: "It is precisely because of this that when you leave the Ye family, you will have no fear."

"Unscrupulous."

"But."

Mu Haipeng leaned back, looked at Jiang Yang and said, "This can only show that Meigang's wings are stiff."

"Your Mr. Jiang's wings are stiff."

"Meigang no longer needs the Ye family."

"And you."

Mu Haipeng nodded slightly: "I just want to break away from the Ye family and develop my own power."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"At least."

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang: "Your move to break away from the Ye family can't prove that you want to form an alliance with Mr. Sein."

"Or, with Piqing, break the contract."

"In a sense."

Mu Haipeng's fingers tapped on the sofa: "You, you haven't done anything, anything substantial."

Jiang Yang put his hands on both sides of the sofa and looked at Mu Haipeng with straight eyes.

Not a word.

No one knew what he was thinking.

There was no expression on his face.

Mu Haipeng couldn't see through his emotions.

"Mr. Jiang."

"That's why I asked, what do you think of the topic you just raised?"

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang: "I think this will help me to assist you, promote you, and form an alliance with Mr. Sain."

"and cooperation."

"At least."

Mu Haipeng raised his head: "I can say a few kind words for you at Mr. Sain's."

"You know."

Mu Haipeng raised his right hand: "Mr. Sain, we are currently building a complete, Western system."

"A new system."

"This system can allow the managers under the influence of Bux to better hide behind this world."

Mu Haipeng shook his head: "Bukesi, insincere people are not allowed to exist."

"So, I hope you understand, my distress."

"Tomorrow night is a very important one for Mr. Sain, to speak."

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang: "This class, not everyone can participate."

"Before I do that, I have to check for Mr. Sain."

"And you'll benefit a lot from tomorrow's project."

Mu Haipeng raised his hands: "And you can get a lot of connections, resources, and wealth."

"Now, then."

"You."

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang with a smile on his face: "Can you tell me?"

"After you talked to Piqing about that book."

"He, how he thinks, and how he answers you."

"Now."

Mu Haipeng touched the neckline with his right hand and asked again, "Can you tell me?"

Jiang Yang still didn't speak.

sat on the sofa opposite Mu Haipeng with such a big grin, looking at him with straight eyes.

Mu Haipeng's eyes looked at him for a few seconds, and they looked a little unnatural.

"As I said, his opinion doesn't matter."

The voice was cold, and Jiang Yang finally spoke.

With a flick of his right hand, a black pistol was already in his hand.

"There are two things I hate most in my life."

Jiang Yang said lightly while loading the bullets, "Eat mutton."

"And."

"People are pointing fingers at me."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yang gently smashed the pistol in the palm of his left hand.

Raise your right hand and press the safe.

A slight "click" sounded.

The bullet is already in the chamber.

Jiang Yang still looked at Mu Haipeng expressionlessly, and raised the muzzle of his right hand to aim at his forehead.

The voice was as cold as a thousand years of ice.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"