Interstellar Peak Glory

Mo Jiahua thought about it, the little devil just now probably really had some influence on him.

However, only a little bit.

Mo Jiahua said: "Don't worry, this king knows the depth."

Ling Feitong blinked and said, "Then what is your Highness going to do next?"

Mo Jiahua said lightly: "Tomorrow, go to the No.11 District Administrative Capital Office to take a look."

Ling Feitong thought for a while, and said with some hesitation: "I haven't been back for many years. I don't know if the highest official of the administrative capital is surnamed Feng."

Mo Jiahua looked at Ling Feitong meaningfully, and said, "The chief executive of the administrative capital is indeed surnamed Feng, and his name is Feng Weiran. How do you know this?"

Ling Feitong smiled, suddenly realized, and said: "Sure enough, when I came here many years ago, I heard someone mention that the chief executive of District No. 11 is basically inherited from the family, and the Feng family is hereditary. Instead, every generation is headed by the surname Feng."

Mo Jiahua was a little surprised, and said, "How come this king has never heard of this?"

Although the imperial class division is strict, leading to the fact that the big chaebols and nobles in many areas belong to the same family for several generations, the chief executive is still selected through assessment, and there is rarely a hereditary system.

Ling Feitong thought for a while, and explained: "It should be because District No.11 is too poor, and no one wants to be the boss, so we just need to let the Feng family continue to take over."

Speaking of this, Ling Feitong couldn't help but sighed, and said: "In this way, the Feng family is really pitiful, they are tied to this place and can't leave."

Megahua: "..."

On the second day, Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua went to the administrative building together.

Before leaving, Gu Yuan said uneasy to Ling Feitong: "Otherwise, I'd better go with you. Both Your Highness and you don't have many opportunities to deal with government officials. It would be bad if you were bullied."

Ling Feitong waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you should stay here and continue to deal with the public opinion problem caused by Youslit. Although I haven't dealt with the administrators of small places, I know a little bit."

"What?" Gu Yuan asked curiously.

Ling Feitong waved his fist, pretending to smile mysteriously, and said: "I have fists, if he dares to bully my highness in front of me, I will beat him until my own mother doesn't recognize him."

Gu Yuan: "..."

Gu Yuan silently wiped off his cold sweat. He felt that it was even more unreliable to let these two people go together.

However, regardless of whether Gu Yuan was relieved or not, the two of them, Mrs. Moga and Huafu, walked towards the municipal building hand in hand with full confidence.

At the entrance of the municipal building, Ling Feitong got out of the car and walked towards the gatekeepers who were sitting on the floor playing cards with guns on their shoulders.

"Do you work here?" Ling Feitong asked.

A doorman who was picking a card suddenly shouted: "Hey, hey, that card belongs to me, you messed it up!"

"Oh, sorry, my hand slipped."

"Hey, I don't think you are slippery, do you want to draw more cards?"

"Damn, can't you be honest?"

Ling Feitong: "..." Isn't this too arrogant?

Mo Jiahua also came over, glanced at them, and said to Ling Feitong: "Let's go in directly."

I don't know if it's because Mo Jiahua's presence is too strong, or because the guards who are concentrating on playing cards have finally finished their cards and have some extra time for idlers to wait. Just when Ling Feitong was about to take a step, a guard leaned over They glanced at each other and said, "Hey, what are you doing here? Have you registered?"

Ling Feitong stopped, looked at him and said, "Are you going to work today?"

"Work, but who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for your boss." Ling Feitong said.

The guard laughed and said: "Boss? You want to find the real king, he must not be here, you have to go to Xiaoyao City to find him, and who are you? See you."

When Ling Feitong heard the name of the real king, he couldn't help but vomit in his heart, and asked, "Who is the real king? Is Feng Weiran?"

"Oh, so you are looking for Feng Weiran." The doorman lost interest in an instant, his eyes had returned to his card, and he said casually: "I don't know if Feng Weiran is here today, you go to the top floor to find him."

Ling Feitong thought about it, and asked again: "How often does the real king come here?"

Another guard said, "Normally, you don't come here unless there is something important to announce like yesterday."

Ling Feitong glanced at Mo Jiahua and said, "Boss, let's go up first."

Mo Jiahua nodded and walked towards the building.

Entering the building, Ling Feitong saw a lot of soldiers with metal vulture logos printed on their sleeves at a glance, and the staff were in their respective positions, either in a daze with numb expressions, or chatting with each other, even if someone saw Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua, no one cared at all, and no one asked what they were here for.

And other people who came to visit the municipal government could not see it at all.

This is a completely different atmosphere from the imperial capital, and it looks like a deserted decoration—no, even the decoration is not as careless as here.

After Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua entered the elevator, Ling Feitong said: "Your Highness, the real king is Youslit."

"Yuslit, it seems that he has already controlled a part of the administrative system of Furi City." Mo Jia has been able to calm down, but there is still a stone blocked in his heart, as if it is his own thing, someone As if stained with blasphemy.

Ling Feitong hummed, and said: "In the eyes of these people, Yuslit is actually the head of the place, and the guards have already started calling Feng Weiran by his name, which shows that they don't understand Feng Weiran as the chief executive at all. Put it in your eyes."

Mo Jiahua said: "This king wants to see who Feng Weiran is."

The elevator stopped at the highest floor, and the two of them walked out of the elevator, and saw an office with the door wide open, from which came babbling music like opera.

Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua looked at each other and walked to the door of the office.

A young man with a ponytail on the back of his head was lying on a rocking chair, squinting his eyes comfortably, crossing his legs, dangling to and fro while listening to the music played outside, looking very comfortable.

Ling Feitong was a little speechless, he didn't expect Feng Weiran to look like this, just like a [-]-year-old old man.

Ling Feitong knocked on the door.

Feng Weiran didn't respond.

Ling Feitong twitched the corner of his mouth, walked over and pushed towards Feng Weiran's rocking chair.

Feng Weiran was so excited that he almost fell off the rocking chair. He opened his eyes suddenly and found two people in the room inexplicably, and said with a confused face: "Who are you?"

Ling Feitong kicked his chair and said, "You are Feng Weiran?"

Feng Weiran nodded.

Ling Feitong said: "It's ready to talk."

"I said, who are you? Do you know where this is? Do you know who I am? You dare to talk to me like this one by one" Feng Weiran said, paused, and said: "Oh, you know who I am Who is it? But you know who I am, and you are still so arrogant, do you have any background? I said, even if you have any background, I am not afraid of you. Do you know who my sister is? If you know what to be afraid of , just hurry up and get out before I get angry, I--" "Damn, are you a talkative person?" Ling Feitong couldn't bear it anymore, picked up an apple on the table, and stuffed it into Feng Weiran's mouth. Inside the mouth that chattered like a cannonball.

Feng Weiran was quiet for a few seconds.

Ling Feitong grabbed his collar and lifted him up, and said: "Listen to me, the person next to me is Prince Mo Jiahua, I don't care what your previous working status is, from now on , show me a correct attitude, or else I will slap you with a slap."

Feng Weiran: "..."

Feng Weiran's eyes almost popped out, he was shocked by Ling Feitong's news for a moment, and then he stretched out his hand to take out the apple from his mouth.

Feng Weiran and the domineering Ling Feitong looked at each other for a moment, then silently covered the crotch with the remaining hand.

Ling Feitong: "..."

Fuck, he didn't even intend to touch that spot on anyone but Megahua, okay?

Ling Feitong was about to lose to Feng Weiran, he rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, let's start now, talk carefully."

Feng Weiran's gaze slowly shifted from Ling Feitong, who was aggressively stealing the spotlight as soon as he entered the door, to Mo Jiahua, who stood behind him silently but full of aura.

Feng Weiran looked at Mo Jiahua, put the apple in his hand on the table, turned off the babbling music, and put away the bewilderment on his face.

He crossed his arms, tilted his head, and said without any respect: "So you are His Highness Mo Jiahua, you have known your name for a long time, but there is nothing good in District No. 11, and people are lazy. Welcome ceremony, please bear with me a little longer."

Feng Weiran waited for Mo Jiahua's reaction, unexpectedly, Ling Feitong directly pulled a chair, put it behind Mo Jiahua, and said, "Your Highness, please sit down."

Mo Jiahua Shi Shiran sat down.

Feng Weiran was completely ignored, and couldn't hold back his face all of a sudden.

Feng Weiran said with a smile: "Your Highness, I don't have any good tea here."

"This king is not here to drink tea." Mo Jiahua looked at Feng Weiran coldly, and said: "This king is here to understand the general situation."

Feng Weiran didn't take it seriously, and he pulled a chair and sat down facing Mo Jiahua, and said, "If you want to know what's going on, just send someone over there, why bother to go there yourself."

Ling Feitong hooked the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and said obliquely: "Who made you lose face? Your Highness will come in person, it all depends on your face, and I don't know if I can get some useful information. If someone else comes, I'm afraid now I've already been kicked out by you, right? Feng Weiran has never seen such an eloquent person, he couldn't help but said: "Who are you?I heard that the prince has a powerful first secretary, could it be you? "

Ling Feitong smiled and said, "I don't need the number one secret to come to see you. Frankly speaking, it's enough for me to come alone today, but, His Highness is considerate of his subordinates and is close to the people, so he came to see you in person, you have to know what is good or bad."

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