Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

Capital city, military building.

At this time, Young Master Chu was sitting in front of a spacious desk, holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand, listening attentively to the message coming from the other end.

On the other end of the phone, Xie Yunting's voice was clear and decisive: "Boss Chu, we now have a complete list of those politicians who oppose Daxia. Tonight, we will launch a comprehensive operation to remove these obstacles that threaten our country's interests in one fell swoop."

"Old Xie, it's okay to delay it by a day or two."

After Young Master Chu finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he warned: "I only have one request, "quick, accurate, and ruthless", those politicians who resist Daxia must be rooted out without mercy."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Chu."

Xie Yunting replied firmly: "After dark tonight, the entire Jiaobenjijing City will be under martial law. Since I called you, those people have been under surveillance.

I promise to strike with precision and leave no trace of trouble behind."

"it is good!"

As soon as Mr. Chu finished speaking, there was an almost inaudible sound, and the office door was quietly pushed open a little.

This subtle movement immediately caught the attention of Young Master Chu. He instinctively raised his eyes, looking over the table to the half-open door.

Wu Qingzhu gently opened the door and led Bai Xiaolu in.

Wu Qingzhu noticed Young Master Chu's gaze and nodded gently, with an apologetic look in his eyes, as well as a smile that was hard to conceal.

Bai Xiaolu had a curious look on her face. Her lively eyes swept across the room and finally locked onto her husband. She blinked her beautiful eyes with a sweet smile on her lips.

Young Master Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed to the sofa in the reception area, and continued to speak on the phone: "Old Xie, since you have this confidence, then do as you say. Report to me in time if there is anything."

After ending the call and gently placing the phone on the desk, Mr. Chu stood up, a look of joy on his face, and walked towards Bai Xiaolu.

"Yuchen, I didn't disturb you."

Bai Xiaolu stared at Young Master Chu with her charming and beautiful eyes, smiling.

Young Master Chu shook his head slightly. Before he could speak, he heard Wu Qingzhu explaining, "Boss Chu, Xiaolu sent me a message saying she wanted to see you, so I brought her up here."

"It's okay, Qingzhu, you go down first."

Young Master Chu replied to the secretary casually, walked to Bai Xiaolu, sat down slowly, gazed tenderly at the pretty face in front of him that he never tired of looking at, and asked softly: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

However, Bai Xiaolu did not answer his question immediately, but waited quietly for Wu Qingzhu to walk out of the office and close the door.

When they were sure that they were the only two people in the room, Bai Xiaolu suddenly stood up and walked back and forth in the office with light steps, carefully observing every corner, as if looking for something. After a moment, she smiled playfully and said jokingly, "Not bad, General Chu's office is really full of majesty and style!"

Young Master Chu rolled his eyes at her helplessly, deliberately put on a stern face, pretended to be serious, and threatened: "Bai Xiaolu, if you don't tell me your intention, I will order people to forcibly escort you out."

Hearing this, Bai Xiaolu couldn't help but giggle. She moved closer to Mr. Chu, intimately holding his arm, raised her head, stared at him with her smart eyes, and asked in a tender voice, "Are you really willing to drive me away?"

Then, her expression became serious: "Yuchen, actually I came to see you because I received a call from Mu Zairong."

After a pause, seeing Young Master Chu nod slightly, Bai Xiaolu then spoke again: "He said that he hopes you will allow his private plane to fly to Daxia, because he needs to talk to you about something urgent."

Hearing this, Young Master Chu put aside his joking attitude, and a hint of thought emerged between his brows.

Subconsciously, he pulled Bai Xiaolu's beautiful and slender little hand and squeezed it gently, feeling the warmth in his palm, his eyes moved slightly.

About a minute later, Young Master Chu stood up and walked back to his desk. He clicked the mouse and stared at the latest military report about the fight between the Koreans on the computer screen. He took the pen on the table in his left hand and rubbed it gently, and the expression on his face gradually became brighter.

At this time, Young Master Chu suddenly raised his head, looked at Bai Xiaolu who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Xiaolu."

Hearing this, Bai Xiaolu turned to look at Young Master Chu, only to see him say seriously, "Reply to Mu Zairong tomorrow morning and tell him that I agree to his request to fly to Daxia by private jet."

"Oh!"

Bai Xiaolu was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "Okay."

After saying that, Bai Xiaolu stood up and walked towards Young Master Chu: "Yuchen, will Daxia join the war?"

"Why do you ask?"

Young Master Chu stared at the approaching pretty figure, frowning slightly.

"Almost all netizens on the Internet make this judgment."

Bai Xiaolu frowned and replied, "Everyone says that the situation now is almost the same as it was seventy years ago. Although North Korea is charging forward aggressively, it is very easy for it to lose momentum... As long as South Korea can stabilize its position, it can immediately expand its military. After all, every adult male in their country must serve in the military..."

"In this way, in a very short period of time, South Korea's military strength will surpass North Korea... and in terms of comprehensive national strength, South Korea will even crush North Korea..."

A trace of worry appeared on Bai Xiaolu's pretty face: "If this happens, the northern baseball team will win first and then lose like last time."

"Xiaolu, I didn't expect you to be able to analyze things so clearly now."

Young Master Chu curled his lips and joked with Bai Xiaolu, then said calmly: "Let me ask you, who is the best in the football game?"

"forward!"

Bai Xiaolu blurted out, and saw Master Chu smile and shake his head.

"Midfield."

"Goalkeeper."

"Defender."

Every position Bai Xiaolu mentioned was rejected by Young Master Chu.

"I know, it's the head coach."

Bai Xiaolu raised his thin eyebrows and suddenly realized: "The head coach can make you unable to play no matter how good the players are."

"wrong."

Young Master Chu denied it again, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said slowly: "It's the rules."

Bai Xiaolu was a little confused when she heard this, but then a light flashed in her eyes. "Rules?" She repeated the word, trying to understand its meaning.

"Yes, no matter what kind of competition it is, the rules are the most important."

Young Master Chu smiled, his eyes were deep, and his tone was casual but meaningful: "In a competition, the rules determine the direction and boundaries of the game. It limits the freedom of action of the participants, but also provides a basis for fair competition."

After a slight pause, Young Master Chu continued to explain: "The same is true on the international stage. International laws, conventions, and agreements constitute the cornerstone of the global order. They constrain the behavior of various countries and prevent conflicts from escalating to the point of getting out of control."

“For example, the fight between the Koreans we are talking about, on the surface, is an intensification of the conflict between the two countries.

But in fact, the driving factors behind it are far more than that. The intervention of major powers, the game of regional forces, historical issues, etc., all affect the development of the situation to varying degrees.

Seventy years ago, Daxia was in ruins and could only join the competition as a contestant, so he had to abide by the rules. "

"but."

Young Master Chu sat upright, his whole body instantly emitting a domineering aura that made Bai Xiaolu dizzy, and his voice became a little higher:

"The current Daxia is not the Daxia of 70 years ago. It has become the rule maker and the referee on the court.

In Yadong, all the rules can be interpreted by me at will.

Even if you are an Eagle, you have to follow the rules of the game set by Daxia.

Do you think we still need to participate in the game in person? "