"Brother Imperial! You have gray hair!"

Emilia scratched Edwan's head, pointed at a few hairs with white roots, and complained:

"You're not married yet! Have you not had enough nutrition recently? Did you not eat on time or didn't sleep again?"

"I've been quite busy lately," Edwan yawned, "You guys go down and rest. I'll call you after I finish."

The maids bowed, bowed their heads, and left quickly.

Adwan turned on the protective device near his desk, chewed a juicy piece of barbecue in his mouth, covered his neck with his palms, and moved it gently.

Adwang asked: "How is the thing I asked you to do?"

"Of course there won't be any problems if I personally take action," Emilia said with a smile. "I have cleared all the patents of those two companies and completed the re-employment of the personnel. Now only the two companies have

Once you have placed an empty shell, you can continue to transfer assets within the new federation by injecting capital later!"

Edwan smiled.

This matter itself is not important, it just gives Emilia something to do and exercises this guy who is usually lazy.

He asked with a straight face: "Well, do I need to give you some reward for letting you do such a complicated thing?"

"Brother Emperor, just spend more time with me!"

Emilia pressed Edwan's shoulder, leaned over and leaned over. Looking at Edwan's table filled with delicious food, she seemed to have something on her mind suddenly, and she was slightly lost in thought.

Adwang asked: "What's wrong? You want to travel again?"

Emilia stood up straight and crossed her arms: "I suddenly thought that there might be his shadow behind this conflict between the New Federation and the Empire."

"Yang Ming? Impossible."

Adwang sighed:

"You underestimate Sherman's empire too much and think too highly of him.

"No matter how strong an individual's power is, it is actually not worth mentioning in the face of the national power of such a powerful country. He is now just a sword, a sword in the hands of the imperial power, the nobility, and the military.

"To be honest, if he cannot take this opportunity as soon as possible to stabilize in the domestic political environment of the Sherman Empire, find his own position, and find a faction to rely on, he will lose the opportunity to enter the center of power in the empire.

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"And don't forget that the empire's power center itself is very large. Princes and old princesses, if you want to count, they are all considered to be the empire's power center."

Emilia murmured to herself: "Brother, do you mean that he needs to change from a knife to a person holding a knife?"

"good."

"Could he not have thought of this?" Emilia asked worriedly, "Do we need to remind him? After all, he is a warrior, and his thinking may not be too complicated."

"Don't interfere, let him handle it on his own."

Edwang smiled and shook his head:

"Emilia, our Luo Feng is too small, and his ideals and vision are too lofty. If we don't let him be frustrated, he won't be able to come back.

"I understand your thoughts, brother, and I won't interfere or stop you.

"But there's just one thing you have to remember."

"I, I don't have any thoughts," Emilia turned her head and looked aside, the corners of her mouth bulging slightly, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not an adult yet."

Edwang couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead: "I'm so uninterested that you took down the ten-square-meter ceiling photo in your dormitory!"

"No! I spent a lot of money to have it painted by an artist!"

"No one in the palace knows that you have a crush on Yang Ming!"

"Bah! I hang a picture of my spiritual mentor in my own bedroom. Is there a problem?"

Emilia shook her head, her twin ponytails swaying slightly:

"Who dares to say nonsense that I will deduct their salary! Just do your own business and ignore you! I kindly sent you a meal, but you ran away from me. That is the beacon of my life! Do you understand the beacon!"

Adwang couldn't help but raise his hands to his forehead, groaned a few times while sitting on the chair, and then continued to fill his stomach while reading various reports.

This Luofeng Mingwang worked conscientiously and walked on thin ice. For the ideal in his heart, he forgot to eat and sleep, and worked day and night. His clothes became wider and wider, and he never regretted it. He was haggard for his sake.

And a certain Luofeng Dark King... was enjoying himself.

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"My Lord Count, you don't have a good drinking capacity. Get up and drink. Don't think that you can just lie down on the table at the age of ninety-eight."

"Madam, please be respectful. There is a large audience here, and I have a girlfriend."

"Why is there no music? Keep playing music and keep dancing."

In a magnificent banquet hall with a height of more than 20 meters on Yaha Star in the Sherman Empire's Emperor Star Circle, Yang Ming sat calmly at the head of the banquet. Looking at the table full of drunken nobles, he couldn't help but smile.

Voice.

Who gave these guys the courage to compete with the ancient god's life form for drinking.

Not to mention the wine brewed from this kind of organic matter, even if it is a chemically synthesized neuroleptic release agent, you will not get drunk when you drink it!

On the dance floor, more than a dozen beautiful men and women continued to dance to the music. This was the dance group invited tonight.

Today was said to be a banquet, but in fact it was just a group of nobles inviting Yang Ming, a popular figure in the aristocratic circle, to dinner and trying to win over Yang Ming. The only conversation was nothing but small talk, which was very boring.

Artero, the 'initiator' of this meal, was sitting crookedly on the sofa, turning his head and retching from time to time.

He really didn't expect that Yang Ming could really drink.

Not only can you drink, but you can also develop a set of etiquette for persuading people to drink.

Yang Ming walked up to Lieutenant Colonel Atero with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Are you still awake?"

"Of course...burp!"

Yang Ming patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said warmly: "I've already paid the fee. I'll be here today. I'll arrange their accommodation later when I wake up. If nothing happens, I'll go back first."

Artro shouted vaguely: "Why, oh, why are you going to pay... This is a serious dereliction of duty on my part, no, dereliction of duty, I dereliction of duty! According to the rules you set, I will punish myself. I will punish myself with three cups of wine."

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Yang Ming smiled, stood up and was about to leave.

Thumb thump!

The orchestra in the corner suddenly changed its music, and the light in the entire hall gradually dimmed.

Yang Ming frowned slightly, and instantly drove away the hint of drunkenness, and looked to the left and right cautiously.

The dance floor was lit up with conspicuous lights.

The dance group on the dance floor actually arranged a "peacock spreading its wings" shape, and there seemed to be a figure swaying slightly inside.

Also, repertoire?

Yang Ming raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, looking around everywhere, his alertness already at full alert.

The orchestra began to play passionately, and the musical notes were like wild horses running wild. In the middle of the dance floor, the male and female dancers performed a "tap"-like dance. The rhythm was very distinct, and it was really good to watch.

Yang Ming calmly took out the Internet access terminal and couldn't help but want to take a video of Catherine.

However, just as he turned on the ambient recording mode, the group of dancers suddenly left the stage, leaving only a tall back figure on the dance floor. A spotlight shone on this figure, and the other dancers became this person's foil.

what's the situation?

Is this the souvenir that Artero mentioned? But she doesn’t look like a girl, does she?

This buttocks can be compared with Edwang...

The orchestra's rhythm became gentle again, and the man whose back was always turned to Yang Ming began to dance gracefully.

This dance posture, some people say, is really good, with a balance of hardness and softness, and very profound artistic attainments.

Just when Yang Ming thought that this was just a simple dance show, the man in the middle of the dance floor turned around, holding a red flower in his mouth, and knelt down on one knee in the direction of Yang Ming. With the push of several dancers,

He got off, relying on the small wheel under him, and rushed towards Yang Ming quickly.

"Oh! Great White Ghost! Please receive from the Lasoga family!"

Yang Ming picked up an empty wine bottle and casually cracked the structure of the bottle. Then he controlled the force of his hand and smashed it directly at the coquettish man in front of him.

Wow——

The band in the corner finally stopped playing. More than a dozen musicians stared at them, and the dancers were all shocked.

Yang Ming looked at the young nobleman in front of him with his butt raised high and his cheeks rubbing against the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he turned towards the door of the banquet hall.

Mudd!

There is something dirty.

In Lu's thinking space, Lu was holding her stomach and laughing forward and backward. However, while smiling, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly checked her memo.

Well, it seems, it seems, probably, she forgot to tell her boss about the deeds of this young nobleman!

We were all comrades before.
Chapter completed!