Chapter 1553: Arrangement

France, Nancy, Likus family cemetery.

Next to several old gray buildings, sparse dry forests surround a cemetery. Hundreds of people from the Likus family and their connections gathered here to attend the funeral of the family patriarch, Ronald Likus.

The people attending the funeral were solemn and quiet, moving slowly towards the cemetery. The immediate members of the Likus family stood by the grave, each with sad faces. Among the mourning crowd, the most conspicuous was the previous patriarch of the Likus family—Old Likus.

Old Lycus is a legend in France, with ups and downs and ups and downs. None of his opponents are unknown, and every battle is thrilling. The power of the Likus family has risen greatly under his hands, and the Franco-Dutch consortium has also become the top power in Europe under his leadership.

In French high society, you can live without the president. Anyway, idiots like Sarkozy and Hollande who can only campaign are not capable. But you can't help but love old Likus, he can make you rise to the sky, and he can also make you fall into hell.

It's just that old Likus is too old. He defeated all his opponents, but he couldn't resist God's call. After his son Ronald came to power, everyone felt that an era had passed.

But now..., Ronald died, and old Likus actually stood up again. This dying old man who was intubated to support his life was able to get rid of the hospital bed and wheelchair, and appeared at his son's funeral with a cane.

Although old Lycus' hands on crutches were trembling, he didn't feel tired after standing for a long time, he spoke hoarsely but calmly, his thinking was clear and quick, and he was kind and polite to the guests who came to the funeral. He didn't look like a dying man people.

The news spread at the funeral and spread like a wave through Europe. On that day, all the related stocks of the French-Dutch consortium rose by several points, and the market expressed great confidence in the reappearance of old Likus.

After the funeral, old Likus slowly walked into a small church next to the cemetery. A man and a few women stood in front of the church. The man is Zhou Qingfeng, is it a woman... In addition to the youngest daughter of Old Likus, Ai Jielin, there are also several young women from the family around here.

Ai Jielin still looked innocent and romantic, holding a box of biscuits in her hand and leaning against Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng had to take a bite of every biscuit before she would eat it. From time to time, she would even kiss Zhou Qingfeng and eat the biscuit crumbs from his mouth.

The other girls around Zhou Qingfeng were quite embarrassed, but they dared not leave. Among them is even Ronal's daughter, but this time she has to please her father-killing enemy under the order of her grandfather. Only Safia, who was a little slave girl, was more calm and followed Ai Jielin.

"Young man, it's good to see you. Your medicine is very good. I feel ten years younger. The doctor said it was a miracle. My organs, my bones, my brain, my cardiovascular system, almost everything It's all improving."

Old Likus looked very happy, and finally asked in a low voice, "Are you going to sell this medicine in bulk?"

"There is no such plan. We only provide this drug to our closest friends." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Very good." Old Likus nodded in satisfaction. Although he was a bit restrained by others, he would be a little unhappy if such a miraculous drug became all over the street. This is something that truly represents status.

"I will return to China in two days, and I will contact special personnel for follow-up cooperation, and they will be more suitable for negotiation than me.

"Zhou Qingfeng actually came to say goodbye today.

This news made old Likus a little unprepared, but he couldn't keep him. He turned to look at Ai Jielin, and asked in a low voice: "You can take Ai Jielin away, she needs you."

Alas..., Zhou Qingfeng sighed and turned his head to look at the wide-eyed French girl, and said in a deep voice: "Ai Jielin has recovered her memory, she is fully capable of becoming the next generation head of the Likus family. Way to take her away."

Ai Jielin, who was holding the biscuit, was suddenly taken aback, angry, wronged, and sad, all kinds of expressions were changing on her face. She wanted to pretend but couldn't hide it in front of Zhou Qingfeng, so she could only ask bitterly: "Why are you so cruel to expose all this?"

"Everything I carry makes me cruel." Zhou Qingfeng tried to hug the French girl and kiss her forehead. But Aijielin pushed him away violently, cursed 'I hate you', and left crying.

Biscuit crumbs scattered all over Zhou Qingfeng's body, and the scene was extremely dignified. He dusted off his hand and said to old Likus: "I'm sorry, apologize to Aijielin for me. By the way, help me take care of Safia. She and Aijielin are very compatible, and I can't take her away."

"I think you should apologize yourself." Old Likus was also furious, trying to suppress his anger. With such a low profile, a big man like him still couldn't keep Zhou Qingfeng. This made him very angry.

Zhou Qingfeng could only nod slightly to apologize again, and slowly left the Likus family cemetery. At the moment when he looked back for the last time, Aijielin was standing in the dead forest in the cemetery and staring at him with tears streaming down her face.

A Maybach was parked outside the cemetery, and the other four people from the wasteland were sitting in the large car. After Zhou Qingfeng came back, the car started to leave. His complexion was not very good, and he didn't even dare to look out of the car.

The butcher was driving, Lena was doing her nails, Katerina was flipping through a magazine, only Minsk seemed a little restless after seeing Zhou Qingfeng.

"Okay, Minsk, just speak up if you have something to say. If you hold back like this, I will worry for you." Zhou Qingfeng was feeling upset, and he especially disliked seeing Minsk hesitate to speak.

But Minsk opened his mouth a few times but still didn't know what to say, until the butcher who was driving looked in the rearview mirror and said for him: "Minsk wants to stay, and he wants to go back to Ukraine with Elisa. Eliza is His wife, he said he didn't want to go back to the wasteland to fight."

Minsk looked embarrassed, and looked at Zhou Qingfeng pleadingly, "I'm sorry, Victor. I'm really sorry, I can't lose Elisa. I don't even want to take her to fight in the wasteland. I beg you... .”

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and interrupted Minsk, "Brother, I understand what you mean, I understand all of these. I won't force you, I can give you a sum of money so that you can be comfortable with Elisa You can live your life in obedience. But I also have a request, you must settle in China."

Ruanrou Township is the Hero's Tomb. Ever since he saw the wooden Minsk appear with Elisa, Zhou Qingfeng felt that his brother might not want to fight anymore.

Some people value money, some value power, and some value family. Minsk has already experienced a rich and powerful life, and now he doesn't want to take the risk of a hail of bullets to go all out, he just wants to live with his lover.

Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng agreed to leave, Minsk immediately beamed with joy. He has no problem with where to settle, living in China is even safer. Although it will inevitably be monitored, it is at least better than war-torn, impoverished Ukraine.

Confirming that Minsk was leaving, Zhou Qingfeng looked at Katerina again. To be honest, he could accept Minsk leaving. But if Katerina leaves too, he's afraid he'll go crazy.

Hunny was reading a magazine, and when she sensed Zhou Qingfeng's gaze, she said lightly, "I've already made it clear to my father that I want to take my parents back to the wasteland.

He felt that this was a legend of the century, a new journey after the age of great voyages, and an adventure that must not be missed. He was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night like a child. He can't wait to marry me to you, you won't be able to shake me off even if you want to. "

Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes, and suddenly felt that his father-in-law was actually quite reasonable.

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