However, he still lifted the barbell steadily.

"The world is under my control!" he said solemnly, feeling like a majestic and mighty king.

Yang Mingzhao watched the president with some admiration and admiration after completing a set of 240-pound deadlifts, and then said: "However, Your Excellency, it is different from what the General Staff predicted for next year. It is very likely that their full-scale attack will take place at the same time."

It's next month. This is the information brought by the defectors over there."

President Nishita was slightly startled, dropped the barbell, and fell into deep thought.

Yang Mingzhao keenly saw a trace of hesitation on the other party's face. However, just a moment later, when Mrs. Melalie's eyes moved over with a half-smiling smile, President Nishita seemed to have been injected with infinite power, and his body

His figure suddenly became more uplifted and he looked even taller and taller.

Then, his whole spirit changed from a middle-aged man in crisis who was always hesitating, to a great leader full of courage and fighting spirit.

"Hehehe, it's nothing more than trying to steal some of our expedition fleet while our main god-level one hasn't returned home, but is still in the New World. However, none of this exceeds our expectations."

He added: "Even if it is not expected, it must be within the range that we can handle. Is that so? Ming Zhao."

Didn't you ask Chairman Maxell and Marshal Paris about this question a long time ago? Didn't they respond positively to it a long time ago? If the same question is asked too many times, wouldn't it appear that

Are you feeling guilty?

Although Yang Mingzhao thought so in his heart, he still said with confidence: "I only know that speculation is useful and effective, but it must be limited. In ancient times, no one has achieved great things through this."

The president couldn't help but be startled: "Which imperial proverb is this? Or is it a Taoist motto?"

"No, it was Mr. Qi Bingwen who said it."

President Nishita's face stiffened for a moment.

In fact, he didn't really want to hear this name, and he always felt as if he was being ridiculed and uneducated.

However, Yang Mingzhao is his trusted secretary after all, so it must be an illusion. So, after being so stiff that he could hardly see the real thing, he seamlessly switched to a hearty and admiring smile again, nodded and said: "It is indeed the literature of the earth.

Wei Bao, every word is a wise saying!"
Chapter completed!