Never—

New seats were moved in, and then these iron tower-like people with unknown origins retreated and disappeared.

The seats are wide enough for several people to sit. Even if the leaders and heirs of these chaebols sit upright, it is enough for a family to sit one.

But a total of only four new ones were added, and there are five families here.

Li Jianxi turned to look at the girl: "This guest seems very rude."

"Are you talking to me?" The girl in the big phoenix robe looked at him from the huge golden seat, her phoenix eyes were bright and clear after the bead curtain was removed.

"I welcome all guests, but I'm afraid I don't welcome guests like Your Excellency... who think too highly of themselves."

"Ha——" the girl laughed out loud, then shook her head, as if she was watching a child's anger: "Then you—"

She lowered her hands, leaned forward slightly, said with a smile, and said softly, "Get me out."

"..."

Li Jianxi stared at her.

Just stare at her.

But you can only stare at her like this.

How to drive people away?

Use strong?

What kind of car is the car they are riding in, and what is the escort they rely on to open the way?

Even who are the people standing between her and Li Jianxi now?

Humiliation, naked humiliation, violently waving invisible big hands, slapping his face one after another.

If there is a way to deal with it, of course it is not impossible.

If it doesn't work, since the other party is willing to stay here, they can change places and finish the job.

But those were other times—any other time to change places, but not tonight.

When the flag was raised, gather the hearts of the chaebols to express their views, and then because of the arrival of a big bad guest, they are forced to temporarily change their homes in desperation?

What else?Change the place, bring everyone together again, raise your hands and shout [Calm down everyone, listen to me, we are all dogs! 】?

Killing and punishing the heart, killing and punishing the heart.

She didn't kill anyone, but threw the face of the chaebol on the ground and stomped on it.

heart breaking...

"I will send a formal diplomatic note to your country. Your Excellency's behavior is very disrespectful." Li Jianxi said in a deep voice, "Everything that happened tonight will be sent to the Internet for everyone to see clearly... That's not what you want to see, is it?"

The girl was silent.

He was so silent that even his expression was thoughtful.

She pondered for many seconds, staring fixedly at the hero, then spread her hands suspiciously——

"That's it?"

"..."

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

"..."

"Who do you think you are?" The girl sat upright again, her tone turned cold: "Are you in charge of your country now?"

"..."

"It doesn't seem to be, so are you sick?"

Returning the diplomatic note, you are a private company, where do you have such a big face?

The Republic eats your diplomatic notes. Are you a big-faced cat that loves fish so much?

So at this moment, the implicit humiliation turned into words, roaring down like real swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Once again, again, again.

The harsh blade cut the arrogance that the chaebols were proud of, and crushed their not-so-hard backbone like a stone mill.

I'm sorry you came to bite me?

"Cough—" the representative of Gwanghwamun stood up and cleared his throat: "Miss Ai, please respect our people."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I thought he wasn't human—I mean, he wasn't yours." The girl waved her hand and brushed her sleeves: "I'm sorry, everyone sit down first, today's birthday is here Where? Come out and let me see."

If it's the little fairy in normal times, then this should be a joke of "tell sister Kangkang how you develop".

But now she said it like she was perfunctorily telling the barbarians who paid tribute to take your so-called Gao Liji out for a second look.

If you can see it well, you will accept it, but if you can't see it, who will you reward?

This occupied the seats in the hall and lined up on both sides, and even the original layout of the Western-style dinner buffet dance floor was completely cut off.

The guests who were invited by the Sansang chaebol crowded on the other side like quails, cowering as if they were watching gods fighting, and did not dare to come forward.

Li Jianxi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the rhythm was out of order.

too messy……

The original process should be that he, as a parent, comes out to say some festive and auspicious words, and then shows the blessings of each guest and the gift for his daughter, and finally changes to a performance to allow everyone to move freely for a while.

When the atmosphere was heated, the leaders of several of their chaebols stood up and made some declarations that they would not violate the rules but would not back down, officially declaring that they would fight against Lawyer Wen to the end.

So, from which link did it become like this?

Li Jianxi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them a few seconds later, and beckoned for the butler: "Since these guests like to sit here, let's sit."

Since I can't drive you away, I'll just ignore you.

In theory, it should be like this, and cold treatment is the only feasible way at present.

But the problem is that those with her—

Seeing them turn around, the voice of spicy chicken shreds sounded behind many chaebol leaders.

"So you don't even want to call me Miss Mellon?"

The Queen of Millikin Finance, one of the leaders of the military-industrial complex, and the youngest death merchant in the entire Blue Star.

The unspeakable stepfather of the entire Nanbang chaebol system...

Li Jianxi's forehead trembled suddenly, and he turned to look at the young woman.

She was sitting on the newly moved seat, the second seat to the left of the girl, which looked like the courtier's second order of civil servants.

Spicy Chicken Silk didn't stand up, she was wearing a long evening dress and sat on this seat with a different style, her face was frosty: "Mr. Li, it seems that you have any misunderstanding about our cooperation?"

Brother Qiangqiang took a sip from the teacup in his hand, thanked the gold-rimmed maid in a low voice, then raised his eyes to look at these big businessmen in the south, and greeted them with a warm smile: "Everyone, don't stand, sit down." -"

Got it, got it all.

The leaders of the Nanbang chaebol have aroused their enlightenment and understood it again.

Is there anything more distressing than this?

At first I thought it was a strong support, I thought it was a little friend who could play together.

No matter how bad it is, it should be a neutral side that waits and sees, and can raise the flag as a sign of solidarity at certain times.

So they sent invitation letters ecstatically, looking forward to the arrival of the other party, thinking about what kind of benefit exchange they could use to help them.

Everyone is a chaebol, the rich don't beat the rich, wouldn't it be nice to have a good time together?

The money of the wealthy family will be returned in full, and the money collected will be divided into [-]-[-] accounts. Everyone has a bright future.

As a result, they took off Grandma Wolf's coat, stood on the opposite side majesticly and waved big sticks to add insult to injury.

The plutocrats finally figured it out—that girl was nothing more than a mascot.

Those in front of them who hold financial power are the predators who really want to get a share of the chaotic war.

And the one who supported them behind the scenes was the Nanbang official who originally supported the chaebol!

Anyone who has a little understanding of the history of the development of the Nam Bang chaebol will not ignore that these deformed chaebol monsters were once created by the authorities.

If there is no official milk infusion, it is absolutely impossible for the chaebol to sit so big. As for the follow-up to become more insane, it is just according to inertia. Just on a warship.

Absolute private ownership will inevitably lead to class differentiation and exploitation.

The almost monopoly of absolute private ownership will lead to absolute differentiation and absolute exploitation of classes.

Just like any commodity market, there is competition to benefit the public.

Toothpaste factories have squeezed toothpaste for so many years, would they work hard without AMD?

A monopoly market will not negotiate conditions with consumers, because everyone has no choice, just like the original Nanbang official has no choice.

Up to now, there is no one inside Nanbang who can negotiate terms with them, and all the means of production are in their hands.

Unless the military power is used to break all shackles with absolute force for redistribution, how can this be easily done?

So Lawyer Wen chose to introduce natural enemies - at least in the eyes of these managers, these guys are natural enemies.

In addition to military and political power, the best at fighting against capital is nothing more than another capital.

These external capitals, which were supposed to be their potential allies, chose to side with Lawyer Wen.

They want to shed their own blood, gnaw their own flesh, and smash their own bones.

And when these gluttons are full of wine and food, Lawyer Wen will bury their corpses in the soil and plant new seeds, hoping for a good harvest in the coming year.

The officials want to use their hands to strangle themselves and these chaebols, and they don't hide it at all——

"He is betraying the country!"

Zheng Changwu, who likes to eat crabs, blushed, and instantly understood all this, and growled: "He's crazy!"

Brother Qiangqiang put down his teacup and sighed: "Although I don't know who you are talking about is crazy, but I am engaged in related industries. Judging from my experience, Mr. Zheng, your emotions are even more abnormal."

A ship full of holes, is it a hard choice to make a desperate attempt to run aground and make repairs after successful beaching, or to maintain the status quo, pretending that no water has entered the ship, and deceiving oneself and others? ?

The reason why those high-level officials chose not to see it was because they knew that they could reach their destination before the ship sank.

And the new captain doesn't even care about his own life, what destination might he care about?

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