Chapter 1118 Old and Young (Part 1)

[Book Title: Carrying the Text of StarCraft With You, Chapter 1118, Old and Young (Part 1) Author: Violent Soldiers vs. A]

The latest chapter of "Take StarCraft with you" dear~ The domain name of this site: the abbreviated homonym of "166 Novels", easy to remember! Good-looking novels are strongly recommended: God-level sorcery Doomsday New World Era 1958 Stealing and becoming holy Super space-time ring Dragon bones and God of War Rebirth City Immortal Cultivation Clearance Base There is a courtyard between commercial buildings. The place is not big, but it is very elegant , the world inside the wall is full of begonias, the makeup is light, and the blooms are really delicate and beautiful.

Bukharin did not follow, got off the car and went to the gym. In his words, he was afraid that someone in the Prime Minister's Office would recognize his identity and cut off his head to collect the reward. Aros said that he was a guy who wandered around like a ghost and was easily chopped off to eat. The black gang leader didn't take it seriously, and didn't take the veteran's words to heart.

The security guard made a phone call inside, then observed the crowd carefully, and opened the closed door.

The dignified expression on Zhao Jiali's face faded slightly, and a look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and then he fell at the end of the line and walked into this elegant courtyard surrounded by crabapple flowers.

The faint fragrance washed away the lingering city atmosphere, but Tang Fang waved his hand in disgust.

What he hates is not the fragrance of flowers, but this pretentious and elegant posture.

A middle-aged man with glasses was waiting at the gate of the courtyard. Seeing Tang Fang and others walking up to meet him, he shook hands with him and said politely, "Mr. Come here and wait."

After the man finished speaking, he glanced around, and finally fixed his eyes on Zhao Jiali's face, showing a smile that he thought was kind.

"Forget about being polite, take me to see Prime Minister Han." He didn't even ask the man's name, which seemed a bit rude.

The middle-aged man laughed dryly, said: "This way please", and led Tang Fang to an old-fashioned living room deep in the garden on the left.

There is a Guqin under the north wall facing the rolling curtain, and there is a Chinese character on it - goodness is like water, and virtue is loaded with things. There is a square table in the center of the room. In front of the table is a censer that has been extinguished, and you can still smell some soothing incense. aftertaste.

Tang Fang felt a little unwell, and sneezed while shaking hands with Han Jingyun, soiling Mr. Prime Minister's nightgown.

It was an old man in his 70s, with a broad forehead, bright eyes, and hair dyed black, which made him look very energetic, unlike the ones he met on the rail car when he came. the elderly.

After the middle-aged man who received them into the hospital wiped off Tang Fang's snot with a clean tissue, Han Jingyun said, "Sit", and let Tang Fang, Claire, and Aros sit across the square table, and then looked at the huddled At the end, Zhao Jiali looked unnatural.

"Grand...Grandpa..." The girl glanced at him secretly, and stammered, a bit like a child who has done something wrong and dare not see his parents, but there is a bit of resistance mixed with fear.

"Didn't you say that you would never come back again?" Han Jingyun looked at her with a very stern look: "In the end, it is not relying on my help to escape from the den of thieves."

"No...it's not..." The girl glanced at Tang Fang, swallowed the rest of the words, but she was no longer as timid as before, and looked at her grandfather with an unconvinced look.

Although her life on the Red Beret was not pleasant, it was definitely not as miserable as ordinary people imagined. And compared to Prime Minister Han using state power to rescue a hostage like her, she was obviously more willing to accept the argument that Tang Fang took her out of the golden cage.

In any case, she couldn't accept Han Jingyun's point of view, just because he was his grandfather, from the perspective of human relations and filial piety, she shouldn't contradict him.

Tang Fang interrupted the conversation between the old and the young, and chose to get straight to the point: "In addition to sending Miss Zhao home, I actually have another purpose for coming this time."

The anger on Han Jingyun's face disappeared, and it was no surprise that Tang Fang would say these words. After taking the tea from the middle-aged man, he said with a smile: "The matter of La Prado,

Thanks a lot..."

"It's a small effort, it's not worth mentioning." He twirled the plain teacup and said straight to the point: "The world stone system of Sky City...it should be the ruins of Epsilon."

Han Jingyun thought he would be more reserved, but now he is a little surprised to hear these words. Originally thought that Tang Fang was using the matter of rescuing Sky City and Zhao Jiali in exchange for the support of rare resources, but he didn't expect that the kid in front of him had taken a fancy to the World Stone system.

As the Prime Minister of the Republic of Date, he has his own channel of information. Knowing that Hirohiko Iga’s accusation against Reis Aidinan caused the Star Alliance government to supply the rare minerals that Morning Star had promised to forge, he has no doubt that he will provide support for the next production. The mission brought negative impacts. Judging from the actions of Johnny, Christian and others in the Jakartapur star system and the Babylon star system, Tang Fang has a strong desire for some rare minerals.

He thought that he could use the resources in his hands to negotiate a deal with Tang Fang, but he didn't expect that the other party's words would give him more bargaining chips.

"The World Stone system..." He looked at Tang Fang and smiled slightly: "Since Captain Tang is quick to speak, I should be more straightforward... The World Stone system can be handed over to you, but you must do one thing for me."

Tang Fang used the lid of the cup to scrape the young leaves floating on the water, and said, "What's the matter?"

"It's very simple... Whether it's by tricks or by force, help me get rid of Pridden Almaty. Then, I will not only hand over the World Stone system to you, but also send people to send a sufficient amount of rare minerals. How about it?" Sample?"

Sure enough, on the way here, he was worried that the scene in front of him would appear, just like what happened in the United Kingdom of Turanx, and he would be involved in the political struggle among the powerful, but he was really afraid of something.

"Ah!" Zhao Jiali exclaimed belatedly, and looked at her grandfather with an unbelievable gaze: "Isn't Uncle Pletden your best friend? How... how could this happen!"

She has never returned since she left the Republic of Date 7 years ago. She was forced by her mother to go home a few days ago, but was kidnapped by members of the Red Martyrs Party, and she did not know the situation in her hometown. Of course, she didn't have the heart to understand the affairs of the political arena.

Her understanding of the relationship between Plidden Almaty and Han Jingyun is still at the level of 7 years ago. At that time, the two were very good friends and drank together after investigation. But 7 years later, when she came back here, her grandfather actually wanted to hire Tang Fang to kill Plidden Almaty, which made it hard for her to accept.

Tang Fang also had similar doubts, although he guessed that there was something wrong with the relationship between the two people early on: "I remember that the Republic of Date published an article titled 'Great Friendship' a few days ago." He did not like Zhao Jiali So straightforward, expressing the doubts in his heart in a tactful way.

With the support of the middle-aged man, Han Jingyun stood up, took out a piece of tranquilizing incense and lit it in the stove, looked at the plume of smoke, and said with a smile: "Articles? Great friendship? Who are those contents for? Don't need me to explain..."

Lies are always the most handy tool for the ruling class to control stupid civilians.

Tang Fang smiled, did not respond to his words, just scratched the rim of the cup with the lid, making a very monotonous sound.

Aros lit a cigar, and the characteristic tobacco smell destroyed the aroma overflowing from the censer, which made the middle-aged man opposite him very upset, and stared at him with hostile eyes.

"Many times, many people... can support each other and overcome difficulties together in difficult times. They think they have established a deep friendship and a lifelong friendship. However, these lofty ambitions cannot withstand the torture of time after all... just like a beautiful face There is also a day of withering, no matter how surging the river is, it is difficult to resist the changes of the years... Time is the sharpest knife in the world, and no one can escape its sanctions. It can be death, old age, the rise and fall of a dynasty, or It is the dry sea and the rotten rocks, and the exhaustion of the rivers."

"When we were young, we had no worries, no fear, and we could work hard for our dreams, but when we gained enough power, wealth and territory, we would be bound by family, greedy for comfort and wealth... …I had a son, I had a daughter, and Pridden had a son, and a daughter."

"Gradually, we no longer live for ourselves, but start to live for our children, our family, and those who rely on us. Happiness comes from the gifts of others, but also from our own contributions. In order to repay those who trust me , those who guard me and support me, I can only give back their power and the benefits brought by power, and let us call each other our own people."

"As it grows bigger and stronger, it is enough to support half of the Republic of Date. But friction, collision, and conflict in the chain of interests... At the beginning, he and I didn't care about these small things. , and then looked at each other and smiled, and chose to restrain his subordinates to give in for a step, but when the wind blowing beside the pillow became more and more urgent, and those rumors became more and more, the momentary concessions were exchanged for step by step, and the mediation became useless again and again, and the contradictions snowballed It swells and grows."

"They call me boss, what is boss... Those who stand up for them and dare to make decisions for them are worthy of this title. If I can't guarantee their interests, then who will guarantee the interests of my family? How can I protect the happiness that my relatives gave me? Therefore, under the cutting of time, the ruthless sharp knife, the friendship that was exchanged with blood, sweat, and even life was shattered."

"Frozen three feet is not a day's cold... The previous conflicts have evolved into hatred, eroded through the skin, soaked in the bone marrow, and there is no possibility of resolution, unless one side completely wins."

"Compared to sacrificing my family and myself, I choose to bury my former friends. It's sad, isn't it, but people living in this world always have to experience one sorrow after another. Ups and downs, joys, sorrows, sorrows... But this is Life."

The teacup in front of Han Jingyun had bottomed out, and he chewed up those young leaves and swallowed them into his stomach.

Aros searched around but couldn't find the ashtray, so he casually threw half of the cigar into the bronze incense burner by the table, which made the middle-aged man standing beside him furious, just because Han Jingyun didn't speak, and dared not speak out.

This is really, really rude. Compared with Tang Fang's rude behavior before, it is nothing compared to the scene in front of him.

Only Tang Lin knew that what the veteran did was not heartless, but to express contempt for Han Jingyun.

Tang Fang was still casually turning the teacup in front of him, as if he was indifferent to everything that happened around him.

The dull atmosphere fermented with two distinct columns of smoke, and the eight characters on the top of the wall, "The highest kindness is like water, and the virtues carry things" now look like a joke. That is the realm of a sage. Han Jingyun has already gone through the age of ignorance, knowing that he is just an ordinary person and cannot be worthy of this picture. Now the thing hanging on the wall is just a decoration, just like those crabapple flowers in the garden...

"I'm ashamed of you." It was Zhao Jiali who spoke, she tried to raise her head, her face was flushed, as if a flame was burning under her skin.

Just like dancing when she is excited, and smiling when she is happy, she is not good at disguising her mood, especially when she is angry, even if her grandfather is sitting in front of her and her friends are sitting around her.

"You are the prime minister of this country, and your friend is the president of this country. One word of yours can make countless people leave their homes, and one command of yours can cause thousands of people to die. Power cannot be willful, power is a kind of responsibility, but see Look at you... what do you think of power? As personal interests, as private property."

"When you stood on the podium, you kept saying that power was given to you by the people, and you looked like honest and honest gentlemen with an open heart. But...you are a bunch of liars, a bunch of actors."

"In your hearts, power comes from armed fleets floating in space, from profit-oriented people. You regard them as enemies, slaves, and fools."

"I really want to know if you have ever thought about it, you are running the country, not a gang like the Red Martyrs Party, who can ruin the entire country for the benefit of a small group of people."

The girl's voice was loud and emotional, and she changed from the hesitant look she had just met.

Anger is often the source of courage.

She remembered the last phone call with Han Jingyun 3 years ago, which also ended in a similar quarrel.

"Presumptuous." The person who scolded was the middle-aged man, because what the girl did was really annoying. She actually spoke to her grandfather in such a tone in front of outsiders, not to mention that Han Jingyun was not only her Grandpa is also the prime minister of this country.

"Is this how you show your filial piety, and use this attitude to repay Mr. Prime Minister's love for you?"

The middle-aged man's expression was very serious. After the flattery in his eyes disappeared, it was replaced by a cold killing intent, which was the aura that was tempered only after going through the test of blood and fire.

In front of him, Zhao Jiali was like a hamster before a tornado, weak and vulnerable.

"Is what she said wrong?" Tang Fang stopped turning the teacup, and continued to fiddle with the buds with the lid, perhaps with a little more force, making a crisp and loud rubbing sound. 166 novel reading network