In the box, except for the emperor, the atmosphere is relaxed.

All the other official representatives were stunned.

They all looked at each other, and their nerves were tense to the extreme.

The uncle of the Han family just now, the chef of Beimang, is the legend of Beimang Zhang Xiangbei?

If someone else says this, they may not believe it.

But General Michelle, who had several intimate exchanges with Zhang Xiangbei, personally broke the news, so they couldn't believe it.

At the moment of accepting this fact, the deputies were full of enthusiasm and could not help themselves.

They treated General Michel as a guest, and even if they beat the emperor's boss, they just wanted to cover it and didn't dare to make a big fuss.

In the final analysis, the emperor is at fault first, and it seems reasonable to be beaten...

But in Zhang Xiangbei's eyes, Michelle is a rookie.

A rookie, why is he domineering in China?

Still beating people?

Less beaten?

All the delegates, straightening up their backs, are very crazy, crazy and unscrupulous.

"Zhang Xiangbei? General Zhang has been dead for more than half a year, where did Zhang Xiangbei come from? An official representative sneered. General Michelle, I think you were frightened by General Zhang's ghost, right? ”

Officially, it was dead.

These deputies dare not admit it.

"General Michelle, you can talk about cooperation as much as you want, but if you talk empty words and slander General Zhang, don't blame me for turning my face!" Another representative of the already hard air is categorical.

The Emperor puffed out a cigarette.

A representative next to him immediately took out a lighter and respectfully lit it for the emperor: "Brother, after you were humiliated just now, if it wasn't for the brothers to stop me, I almost fought with Michelle!" ”

"Who's holding it?" The emperor took a puff of cigarette and his eyes were cold.

"Uh... It was so chaotic that I couldn't see it clearly. "Represents the steady road.

"Oh, forgive me." The emperor has a good temper and doesn't care.

You can see that General Michel has died down, and the deputies are majestic and high-spirited.

The emperor finally understood why even the old man, even the Han family's Lafayette, and even the old guys who had long since retired to the mountains and forests, but had terrifying influence in China, all admired Zhang Ruoyu so much and cared for him so much.

Even the grumpy mother was slightly flattering when she mentioned Zhang Xiangbei.

That's not really a compliment.

Rather, it is respectful.

He's still alive and it really makes sense.

No matter how peace-loving a country is, it also needs a sharp sword to deter the world.

The face must be fought back, not begged for back.

Blindly showing weakness is meaningless.

Peace that is sought through compromise is also destined to be surging.

Zhang Xiangbei's name was like a thorn in Michelle's heart.

He only needs to stand in front of Michelle to play a terrifying deterrent role and scare Michelle, who is very powerful, to death.

The cooperation was very kind.

The two parties with open heads have become the core of this negotiation.

After talking, Michelle also took the initiative to hold a glass and toast the emperor.

"As the old saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other." Michelle said in broken Chinese. "I hope we can be close to your country."

"It depends on the mood." The emperor is understated and crazy.

Michelle twitched the corners of her mouth.

This old thing, with Zhang Xiangbei's support, is crazy?

Yu Guang glanced at the group of American officials, and looked at them one by one, very complicated and ambiguous.

Michelle almost had a heart attack, gritted her teeth and whispered: "You don't have a yin and yang, you have the ability to talk to Zhang Xiangbei?" ”

"General, you're too sensitive, we don't mean that," a U.S. official said.

"And what do you mean?" Michelle growled.

"It's boring." Another U.S. official, who had grown a scowling face, grinned.

"Fack!" Michelle got on his head and almost stabbed his colleague.

Dingding.

The phone rings.

It can be regarded as pulling the rampaging Michelle back.

Michelle answered the phone and said in a stiff tone: "What's the matter?" ”

The phone is a local number in Beijing.

After he beat the emperor just now, he was also afraid of leaving any sequelae, so he called this to consult, but the other party said that there was no big problem, a small matter.

"I heard, General Michelle was wounded?" A calm, elegant voice sounded.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Michelle was uncovered and a little anxious.

"I've already sent someone." The calm and majestic voice sounded again. "General Michel was beaten in Yanjing City, which hinders international view, and we will definitely bring the perpetrators to justice and give General Michelle an explanation."

When Michelle heard this, her temper immediately disappeared, and even her tone was soft: "There's no need for this, right?" There are no missing arms or legs. ”

"When I was a big soldier before, I was much more seriously injured than this, so don't I still train as usual?"

The calm voice on the other side of the phone paused for a few seconds, and then slowly sounded again: "General Michelle, I know what your concerns are. It doesn't matter, he's retired, and it's not as scary as you think. ”

When Michelle heard this, he immediately burst into a foul mouth: "Are you sick?" If he retires, he won't be called Zhang Xiangbei? He retired, and the 300,000 Beimang army didn't listen to his orders? ”

"Didn't Lao Tzu just clink glasses with you, and the mouth of the cup was half as high as you?"

"Do you have to play with me? It's so unstructured, isn't it?! ”

After that, Michelle hung up the phone and sent the content of the just recorded call to the emperor: "Tell Zhang Xiangbei that this matter has nothing to do with my Michelle, I am innocent!" ”

"Understood, I will tell my niece's husband Zhang Ruoyu."