Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!

On New Year’s Eve in the capital, snowflakes fell slowly like light feathers, covering this ancient capital with a layer of white winter clothes.

It's getting dark.

The lights of the capital and the snowflakes interweave to create a quiet and warm picture.

In the alleys near Shichahai, the lights of every household shine through the windows onto the white snow, forming warm halos. The red lanterns sway gently in the breeze, dancing with the snowflakes, adding a touch of poetry and fantasy.

Young Master Chu, Bai Xiaolu and Li Yitong slowly walked to the gate of the courtyard where the old man was.

The gate of the courtyard was closed, and a pair of huge red lanterns were hung on the door, emitting a soft and festive light.

On both sides of the door frame, there were brand new Spring Festival couplets with vigorous and powerful handwriting. The black characters on the red paper were particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the snow. Young Master Chu recognized at a glance that this was Chu Wanjiang's handwriting.

The three of them pushed the door open and came to the living room.

Grandpa Chu Wanjiang, father Chu Yunyang, and uncle-in-law Zhang Dajun were chatting.

Seeing his eldest grandson and his granddaughter-in-law coming in, Chu Wanjiang's ruddy face instantly broke into a kind smile.

"Grandpa, Happy New Year! I wish you good health, happiness as vast as the East Sea, and a life as long as the Southern Mountains."

Young Master Chu and his two companions quickly walked up to Chu Wanjiang and bowed deeply.

"Okay, okay, get up!"

Chu Wanjiang's voice was full of love, his eyes were full of relief and joy, he took out three red envelopes from his arms and handed them to Mr. Chu, Bai Xiaolu and Li Yitong respectively, and said with a smile:

"New Year, New Atmosphere. Grandpa gives you this New Year's money. I hope everything goes well for you in the new year, and you will be healthy and have a smooth career."

Young Master Chu and the other two took the red envelopes, their faces filled with happy smiles, and they thanked him repeatedly.

"Where are my mother and aunt?" Young Master Chu looked around and didn't see Qin Qing and Chu Yunxi, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Busy in the kitchen." Chu Yunyang replied with a smile.

"Then let's go to the kitchen to help." Bai Xiaolu and Li Yitong looked at each other, politely said goodbye to the elders in the room, and went to the kitchen together.

"Uncle, Zhang Hao can't go home for the New Year reunion this year. You won't blame me, will you?"

Young Master Chu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked with a smile.

"Your aunt and I can't thank you enough."

Zhang Dajun said with a smile: "Everyone knows what Xiaohao was like before. If it weren't for you, would he be able to stay in the army with peace of mind?"

"It's Yun Xi's fault for spoiling her son too much in the past."

Chu Wanjiang replied, then looked at Young Master Chu and changed the subject, asking:

"Yuchen, your godfather told me that you had a prediction about a fight between Da Mao and Er Mao, but judging from the past two days, Da Mao's pace is quite fast and he is almost at Er Mao's lair... If he continues at this speed, your prediction will fail."

Chu Yunyang nodded, his expression a little solemn, and looked at Young Master Chu and said, "It doesn't really matter whether it fails or not. The main thing is that your desert strategy may fail."

"I don't think so."

Young Master Chu put down his teacup, his eyes moved slightly, and he smiled softly: "In this world, I am afraid that except for Damao himself, no one hopes that he can beat Ermao up and get away with it.

We hope that Russia will keep the United States' attention on the West for a long time.

The Eagle Sauce and his minions don't want Russia to regain its glory after this battle.

The world is like a chessboard, and one person like Da Mao cannot change the situation.

Soon, Da Mao's pace will stop or even retreat."

Young Master Chu paused, and seeing that the three people in the hall were in deep thought, he continued, "In fact, Damao is now just Cheng Yaojin's three axes, and he just caught them by surprise.

Within a week, you will start to lose momentum and start to show signs of fatigue.”

"What Yuchen said makes sense."

Chu Wanjiang, who was lost in thought, raised his head, nodded in agreement, and said in a deep voice:

"You have to know that in a war to destroy a country, you have to fight with all your might like a lion fighting a rabbit, leaving no stone unturned.

But the Great Mao was obviously not prepared for this. Although their offensive was swift, it lacked endurance. They also underestimated the resistance of the Second Mao and overestimated their own strength. More importantly, they ignored the reaction of the international community, especially the Western countries. "

Chu Wanjiang paused, his eyes deep, “International politics is like a big chess game, and every move may trigger a chain reaction.

Russia's actions have attracted global attention, and countries are adjusting their strategies and trying to find their own position in this chess game.

In this case, the actions of the Russians will be more restricted, and their offensive will naturally be difficult to sustain."

Chu Yunyang also nodded in agreement. "Moreover, from an economic perspective, the economic foundation of Mao is not solid. Long-term fighting will put tremendous pressure on its economy. They must take this into consideration, so they must be reserved in military operations."

Young Master Chu smiled and said, "So, Grandpa, Dad, and Uncle, my prediction will not fail."