On the top floor of Huazhi Building, all the sounds disappeared.
It's as quiet as a cetery here.
The lingering sound of "I object" was still echoing. Before Lu Nanzhi finished all his subsequent remarks... the projection screen was shut down and suffocated by the angry old man. Zhao Xilai clung to the handle of the wheelchair with a gloomy expression. Can seep water.
No one laughed out loud now.
And all this reversal happened so quickly... that so people still had smiles on their faces, which was very embarrassing.
The only consistent person is Cui Zhongcheng.
"Jingle Bell--"
Soon, the dead silence on the top floor of Huazhi was broken by the ringing of the phone.
More than one person's social account number was dialed, and the ringtones rang one after another. The senior executives who were holding champagne to celebrate had strange expressions. They knew that the people on the phone were the "financiers" who were in close contact with Huazhi's various projects... …These people have one thing in common.
They poured a lot of money into the Woke Act project.
Cui Zhongcheng glanced at his caller ID.
He didn't pick it up.
Instead, he waited silently for the ringing to end.
"The New World project team needs to consu a huge amount of funds...Fazhi has sought different partners across the five continents...These people share risks and benefits."
Mr. Xiao Cui leaned over and whispered in Mr. Zhao's ear: "Obviously, just now, Lu Nanzhi's declaration had a huge impact on the New World Plan."
You don’t need to connect to know.
How angry the funders were on the other end of the phone.
"……I can not understand."
Zhao Xilai regained his composure.
He looked at the celebration venue that was surrounded by flowers and boxes of unopened champagne.
Sure enough, everything today was a joke.
But he is the biggest joke.
She clearly left everything to Lu Nanzhi... She had already won the election, and all that was left was just a nod.
As long as she nods, the banner is hers and the seat of parliant is also hers.
Everything will be hers then!
Why... object now?
"It's really...witnessing history."
Zhou Jiren silently looked at the light curtain that returned to silence and sighed softly.
He knew that the speeches of the alternative mbers did not represent the final outco of the bill... Lu Nanzhi's declaration was more like a declaration of war.
What follows will be a "real war" that affects the fate of tens of millions of people in most cities.
Although these millions of people don’t know it.
"By the way, let
remind you that before the election... Lu Nanjin returned to Dadu." Mr. Shu smiled softly, put down half of his cigar, and left the Huazhi Building.
The Lu family’s youngest daughter has returned to Dadu?
The old man sitting in the wheelchair was a little confused and lost in thought.
Zhao Xilai felt a little ridiculous at this mont.
He sincerely felt his "aging". The years had brought him rich experience and supre status. He still controlled the lifeblood of countless people in the tropolis, and still enjoyed the omniscience and omnipotence of thousands of information. Here, even if there was a slight change, The escape of a fly could not be hidden from his eyes.
For example... the eting between Lu Nanzhi and Ye Ningqiu in the Liberty Hall was known to him in less than a minute.
But the beginning of aging is not invisible.
Rather, I saw it but didn’t realize it.
I'm aware of it, but I can't react correctly.
Real aging is...slowness, hesitation, and inability to judge.
He didn't even know what caused the current situation. He was no longer as sharp as he was when he was young.
After a long ti, the old man asked softly.
"Lu Nanjin returned to Dadu, why didn't I know?"
Cui Zhongcheng, who was holding a wheelchair, replied in a deep voice: "According to your instructions, I have compiled the relevant files. Your habit is to read them once a week. Tomorrow is the day for you to read the archives."
"Ah……"
Zhao Xilai lowered his eyebrows and smiled.
So...is that so?
Real aging is also arrogance, arrogance, and laziness.
ntioning Lu Nanjin, Cui Zhongcheng whispered: "There is a video. I think you should take the ti to take a look. It has been circulated within the parliant in the past few days... Zhou Ji people have set up a 'special operations group' in Dadu. This is The core mbers of the team are Gu Shen, Lu Nanjin, and Chen i. The three of them are investigating the case of the S-class suspect 'Xiao'."
…
…
Chen didn't raise his head.
He stared at the glowing lights above his head.
This interrogation room was as silent as the depths of the sea.
Three days.
Zhou Jiren only delivers one al a day... This eating frequency does not cause any discomfort to Chen i. High-level extraordinary people who master the Dacheng Breathing thod can reduce their own energy consumption to an extrely low level to cope with severe and harsh natural conditions.
The absolute silence and loneliness during these three days were his real enemy.
The sacred wood bound him.
Red silver wraps the interrogation room in layers.
The ability of "Ti Slow" is useless here... He couldn't break free from the sacred wood, so he could only be pressed to death in this small interrogation room.
Has that video been circulated?
Did the owl see it?
Thoughts spread like thousands of wisps of seaweed. Being imprisoned in the interrogation room is a real torture for Chen i, who has the ability to "slow down
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