Li Boling stopped, picked up his mobile phone, and at the same time wondered who would send him a message at this time.

Of course, this question is not difficult to answer, after all, ordinary people can't get in touch with him, and his subordinates don't bother him under normal circumstances, unless they are tired of being crooked, so the answer can only be a member of the intelligence agency or a dignitary of various countries who are at the same level or even higher than him.

Indeed, as he expected, the sender of the text message was none other than Li Sufang, the general secretary of Songxin Hall, who had worked closely with him these days.

As for the content of the text message, it is also related to this meeting with the Sultan, that is: if the Sultan refuses to receive the meeting, you can quickly contact the former Privy Council Minister of Bangladesh, Plotini.

"It's quite thoughtful." Li Boling couldn't help whispering, and then contacted his personal guard, ordering him to take him to Vinny Street to visit this respected politician.

"Lord Principal, why did you say that this old gentleman lives in such an old neighborhood?" The guard spun the steering wheel and looked at the slightly congested street in front of him, frowning and wondering.

"Because in his mind, the purpose of being an official is to establish a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, and peace for all generations." Li Boling sighed and said slowly.

"I don't understand, anyway, in my limited cognition, but all the guys above the temple are all wolf-hearted dogs, they are afraid that they will not be able to fight for fame and fortune, how can they have the leisure to care about the life and death of those civilians?" The guard slammed on the brakes and summoned up the courage to tell what was on his mind.

"That's because your field of vision is still very narrow, and you can't see the coexistence of the calm water and the surging undercurrents above the Qing Hall." Li Boling didn't say much, and after leaving such a slightly awkward sentence, he put his eyes out of the car window.

By the time they arrived at Monsieur Plotini's house, it was already an hour later.

"Mr. Li, why are you here?" Li Boling was taken aback, and looked at Li Sufang who got out of the car not far away.

"I guess I've completed a small task given to me by King Rinzengi of the Lunqi Sect." Li Sufang smiled slightly, then carried a brown rather delicate wooden box, and walked briskly towards the old mansion.

"Lord in charge, the door of the old gentleman's house is actually hidden." The guards saw that Li Sufang pushed open the closed iron door in front of him without much effort, and then wondered.

"Don't be surprised, after all, thieves can't afford to be early." Li Boling explained while ordering the guards to bring a valuable gift, and then followed Li Sufang into the courtyard gate.

The yard is not big, about nine meters square, but the slightly narrow area is full of all kinds of things with the breath of life, such as dilapidated but dustless lockers, cheap but beautiful ornaments, thin and lifeless potted plants, in short, you can say that this is a poor man's house, but this poor man is an optimistic and open-minded person who knows how to be exquisite.

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb your supposed rest, but there is no trivial matter in the country, we are here to ask you about the current international situation." Li Boling froze, knocked lightly on the door of the inner room, and said in an extremely respectful tone.

After a while, there was a "click" sound from inside the rather old wooden door, followed by a slightly hoarse voice, which read: Distinguished guests, come in and sit.

Stepping into the room, a faint scent of orchids came to my face, accompanied by a slight smell of ink and an indescribable smell of books.

At a cursory glance, they found that the furnishings in the house were extremely old and low-priced, anyway, it didn't feel like an official eunuch's house, but like a hard-working person who had eaten a meal without a meal, but a closer look at the bookshelves full of yellowed old books, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wooden table were free and elegant, and the calligraphy and paintings that were freely retracted and put away indicate that the owner of the room had an unusual identity.

"Madame is a very light sleeper, and I hope that the guests will talk quietly and not wake her up." Plotini pointed to a small room to his right, a hint of pity flashing across his dark, dry face.

Seeing this, Li Sufang, Li Boling and the others all nodded slightly, then slowed down and sat on the small bench in the corner of the house in turn.

"I think you must have come here for the sake of Ismail Sultan." Plotini whispered in an inquiring tone as he poured tea for them.

"Exactly, since the return of the Vejayada mission from the Kingdom of Delhi, His Majesty the Sultan has not been out of the house all day, and even the Privy Council Minister, he does not want to receive him." Li Boling took the teacup and answered truthfully what he knew.

"Well, I think you know that His Majesty the Sultan is a man of strength and weakness, and that six years ago he took my suggestion against all odds to form a four-nation alliance and fight the Blackshirts to the end, which is enough to prove that he is much stronger than his father, but now he is secretly making peace with the Blackshirts, and at the same time sending Vejayada to visit the Kingdom of Delhi, which proves that his weakness has not been diminished by his strength." Plotini was silent for a moment, then spoke eloquently.

"Then according to the old gentleman's meaning, we should support the old minister Mingmbunu and adopt the policy of unity and alliance?" Li Sufang couldn't hide the surprise in her heart, but she still controlled her emotions and said slowly.

"The Quad Alliance is no longer the unbreakable alliance it was six years ago, so integrating the alliance is a thankless chore for Bangladesh." Plotini took a sip of tea and said with a serious face.

"So what can we do to break the current precarious situation in Bangladesh?" Li Boling suddenly had a good idea in his mind, but he felt that it would not be too late to publish it after listening to Plotini's opinion.

"Quite simply, what we need to do now is to criticize Vejayada's capitulationism, and second, to beware of Minmbunu's conservative tendencies and actively develop their own strength, so that Bakhrom and Mojieli can deeply understand that Bengal is a roaring tiger, not a languishing sick cat." Plotini's voice instantly raised slightly, and his words were full of concern for the future and fate of the country.

"Yes, it is an eternal truth that iron needs to be hard." Li Sufang nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with his point of view, but her frowning willow eyebrows seemed to contain that she had reservations about his point of view.

Plotini naturally sensed a hint of strangeness between her eyebrows, and also knew that it was impossible for Li Boling to be without a little insight in his heart, so he raised his head and said a little bluntly: "Even though the strength of the country is a long-term project, and even if the enemy will not give us enough time to develop our strength, we can take active action to turn the disadvantage into an advantage, so that the enemy will be afraid of us and dare not restrict our development and growth." ”

"Then old man, where should we fight this battle?" As he spoke, Li Boling spread out the map and drew three circles in Imphal in the southeast of Assam, Gohati in the west, and Langpur in the north of Rajshahi.

"Smashing the enemy's head with a hammer, of course." Plotini stood, clenched his pencil, and stabbed Impal where he was.