Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

"Mu, since you went to Huaxia, it's harder for me to see you than the president. What the hell are you working on all day? Isn't this much money enough for you?"

The Deputy Minister of Defense of country M, Ettore, who bears such a bluffing title, rushed back to his mansion after receiving the notice from his subordinates.

Hearing his voice before seeing him, Mu Nancheng was sitting in the living room of Ettore's house, drinking tea slowly, when he saw his old friend rushing in, he couldn't hold back his mouthful, with a "poof", he just took a sip. All the tea that went down was sprayed out!

Ettore is nearly forty years old, but he is in excellent physical condition. He has just returned from the military camp, his camouflage jacket is clutched in his hands, and he only wears a black tight vest on his upper body. He has broad shoulders and arms thicker than other thighs. Naked outside, as burly as a roaring brown bear.

The roughness and wildness of a man would have been handsome—if Ettore hadn't had shoulder-length green hair.

Ettore sat down on the opposite side of Mu Nancheng, and waved to the entourage standing beside him with his head bowed. Mu Nancheng took a deep look at his hair, and twitched the corners of his mouth and looked away.

Ettore was completely unable to detect the fluctuations in his friend's heart. He patted the table, and the cups on the table rattled. He said in a rough voice:

"I'll let someone handle your business, don't worry, no matter who cuts your way, I will find him out and kill him one by one for you to drink!"

"Cough!" Mu Nancheng waved his hands again and again before recovering from his breath, "No, I know who did it, I will handle this matter myself, don't interfere."

"Who did it?" Ettore stared bull-eyed, pressed his thick upper body on the table, and asked carefully, "Is it the Chinese government?"

Mu Nancheng was inexplicable: "I am doing business in China, what is the government doing with my freighter? Don't forget, I am also from China."

"Then who did you offend? This is not something that a puppy or cat can do, CIA? KGB? MI6..."

"Stop guessing, it has nothing to do with the government."

"I think so too. If you get to this level, you'd already be on the 'Flying Man'. Who's going to play with your freighter!"

Ettore picked up a cup on the table and poured all the cold water in it, then stood up and held Mu Nancheng, and said excitedly, "You came just in time, show your hands to my soldiers, and let them see." Andean condor' style!"

"No," Mu Nancheng's thin body was almost half the size of Ettore's, but he just turned his wrist lightly and got away from Ettore's fan-like palm, straightening his wrinkled cuffs , he said casually, "I have to go back now, there is something urgent at home."

"Isn't your urgent matter to let me find those boats for you?" Etorch said, "Is there anything else?"

The corners of Mu Nancheng's mouth were drawn slightly, it was a subtle arc no matter how you looked at it, as if he wanted to smile, but he didn't want to smile too obviously, if he had to describe it, it was like he had won some peerless treasure and couldn't help but want to show it off to others, Afraid of showing off and being jealous, he said vaguely:

"Family."

These words reminded Ettore:

"Oh yes, I heard that you brought a little boy back to Utuo Castle, what's the matter, you gave birth to a son?"

Mu Nancheng kicked over:

"Fuck you!"

"Not a son?"

Ettore was kicked abruptly, he just heard the information, how could he know how "little" the "little boy" is, he followed behind Mu Nancheng and asked repeatedly, "Who is that? Hey, don't go, put the boy on the ground." Let me be clear, you are still human if you are so appetizing to me?"

Mu Nancheng stepped out of the threshold of Ettore's house without looking back, and coldly dropped three words:

"Your grandpa!"

"Hey!" Ettore continued to chatter out of anger, "Did you speak human language about his grandpa? You ran all the way back just to let me do something for you, and you didn't even buy me a drink, you damned Shameless, wicked, and smoking... Wait! I have to go to your house to have a look!"

Mu Nancheng seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped walking. He turned to look at Ettore, with thick eyebrows raised:

"You want to go to Utop Castle with me? That's fine, take your Poppy with you!"

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"and then?"

In the open space by the fish pond, Xiao Ran stared with black eyes, dumbfounded.

Feng Zhi can tell stories better than Mu Nancheng, he even talks and gestures, vividly, with only one mouth, he plays a blockbuster of Wu Yusen's violent aesthetics to Xiao Ran, in which the hero Mu Nancheng is handsome and handsome Invincible, and Feng Zhi wisely omitted the last scene that was too bloody, and only said that Mu Nancheng descended from a tree more than ten meters high like a god, and it stopped abruptly, which was soul-stirring.

Xiao Ran even doubted the authenticity of this story, Mu Nancheng...is he really so handsome?

But when Feng Zhi stopped to catch his breath, he couldn't help urging,

"Go on, what happened next?"

"Later, sir, they entered the base and signed a contract with Commander Wu."

Feng Zhi finished grilling another electric eel, he put the fish on Xiao Ran's plate, and then started grilling meat slices for him.

"That, that, you need to brush with a layer of honey, it will be delicious after brushing!"

"OK!"

"Go ahead, what happened next?"

"Although the contract was signed, our aborigines were still very unconvinced. After discussing with each other, we decided to take the risk. Although the land was signed in the name of Hayden, we found out that the real money was paid by a company called Ennan Trading Co., Ltd. Therefore, people with guns in the village gathered and decided to go to the office of Ennan Trading in Mianbei. At that time, we thought that we should kidnap the employees of Ennan Trading to make a deal with the other party and not allow them to burn it. Poppy Garden, or if you are lucky enough to find the contract torn up, no matter how bad it is, they will have to pay the price in blood..."

Feng Zhi shook his head and smiled wryly,

"We Mianbei people are used to solving all problems by force. Several people on duty in Ennan's office were seriously injured that night. Mr. Mu quickly rushed over with people. He was very angry and threw dozens of people The villagers - along with me - were driven into the rainforest."

"Why did you drive you into the rainforest?"

The corners of Feng Zhi's eyes twitched. This was just an implicit statement. Of course, the truth was that Mu Nancheng led people to beat them to death. They could only escape into the North Rainforest like bereaved dogs.

Feng Zhi coughed lightly, deliberately ignored the question, and continued,

"I was already injured at that time, and I was lying by a river. He followed the bloodstains all the way to find me. I wanted to sneak attack on him, but he found out. I thought he would kill me, but..."

Mu Nancheng knelt down in front of Feng Zhi, raised his eyebrows and looked at the blood-stained young man who was already unable to move.

"It's you." He recognized Feng Zhi as the child who had been ambushing on the treetops and tried to attack him.

Feng Zhi looked at Mu Nancheng viciously, like a little beast full of hatred showing sharp fangs at the hunter:

"If you want to kill, kill, don't talk nonsense!"

The corners of Mu Nancheng's lips curled slightly, the sarcasm in his eyes was very obvious:

"There are so many tall and burly men in Xiuguo Village, but you sent a child like you to kill me? They are really a group of heroes! Do you know that if I die, you can't live?"

"I am willing!" The young man straightened his neck, "It is worth sacrificing me for the sake of the whole village!"

"Worth it?" Mu Nancheng laughed, "If I die in Xiuguo Village, Hayden will destroy the village in the next moment, not to mention you, even the cockroaches in your house don't want to leave a gasping one!"

Feng Zhi gasped for breath and glared at him angrily.

Mu Nancheng put away his gun and asked him lightly:

"How old are you?"

Feng Zhi couldn't figure out the purpose of this person, his eyes were uncertain.

Mu Nancheng asked him again, "Are you ten years old?"

This is simply an insult, the boy blurted out:

"I'm thirteen!"

Mu Nancheng smiled:

"I know a ten-year-old kid who is as tall as you. He is already very small, but you look younger than him."

Feng Zhi is a mixed race of Huaxia people and Mibei people. His complexion and appearance are closer to those of Huaxia people. Although his face is now covered with blood and looks embarrassed, those black and round eyes are particularly bright. He has suffered such serious injuries. But he bit his lip stubbornly, unwilling to show his vulnerability in front of the enemy.

Is a child with seeds.

With his elbows on his knees, Mu Nancheng stared at Feng Zhi for a while, then suddenly reached out to grab his leg.

Feng Zhi was startled, both of his legs were injured and he couldn't move at all, but he punched with all his might:

"What are you going to do?!"

Mu Nancheng grabbed Feng Zhi like a chicken. He was wearing a tactical bag with ropes and a medicine box. He tied Feng Zhi's hands, then tore open Feng Zhi's pants, wrinkled slightly eyebrow.

Feng Zhi was seriously injured. A bullet was left in each of his left and right thighs. The most serious thing was that a bullet hit his knee and penetrated a tendon and a blood vessel. Although he did emergency hemostasis, the wound was too large. All washed away by blood.

Mu Nancheng did not wear anesthesia. He took out an alcohol lamp from his tactical bag and lit it, then drew out the dagger tied to his calf, and put the tip of the dagger on the alcohol lamp to burn it.

Feng Zhi immediately understood Mu Nancheng's intentions, his eyes widened with fear:

"What do you want to do? Do you want to dig out the bullet for me? Do you want to torture me? You beast! Kill if you want..."

I don't know which word stimulated Mu Nancheng, his eyes turned cold instantly, and he slapped him with a backhand:

"To shut up!"

Feng Zhi's hands were tied, he struggled desperately, his voice changed:

"I don't need you to save me, just give me a shot! I can't keep my leg anymore, I don't want to live at all!"

Although Feng Zhi is only 13 years old, he knows that his injury is more terrible than death, he will be disabled in the future, he will not be able to fight, he will not be able to work, he will not be able to support himself, and he will become a burden to the whole family tired.

"Don't save me! You let me die!"

Mu Nancheng slapped Feng Zhi hard again, grabbed Feng Zhi's collar with great force, and Mu Nancheng forced himself in front of him:

"You men in Mibei are all fucking cowards! You can't live without a broken leg? The opium you planted castrated all men long ago, why didn't you die sooner!"

"You fucking..." Feng Zhi's eyes were tearing apart.

"Look at you people here!"

Mu Nancheng "slapped" Feng Zhi's face,

"Children don't go to school, grow opium in the fields, old people don't go to see a doctor when they are sick, they eat opium at home, women eat opium, they become pale, skinny, dark and ugly, men eat opium and get impotence, even the rats in the gutter live longer than you powerful……"

Feng Zhi hated it so much that his eyes popped out of his sockets: "You fucking...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss !!!"

Heart-piercing screams pierced the sky above the rainforest, Mu Nancheng said the harshest and vicious words mercilessly while raising the knife and falling, Feng Zhi's son on the left thigh was pried out by him!

Feng Zhi's sanity was almost exhausted at that moment.

When Mu Nancheng took out the second bullet, he couldn't feel any pain at all. Excessive blood loss and exhaustion exhausted all his vitality.

At that time, he really believed that he was going to die...

"But you still survived, and you are healthy, and your legs are fine!"

Xiao Ran was terrified when he heard it, until he saw Feng Zhi standing there upright, with strong legs under the black jeans, he put his heart that was about to reach his throat back into his stomach.

"Yes," Feng Zhi nodded, "Thanks to Mr., so you said, does my life belong to Mr.?"

Xiao Ran pursed his lips. Although he was still angry with Mu Nancheng, he still had to admit that Mu Nancheng was a bit of a moral person.

"Since then, I have been with my husband. I watched him destroy most of the poppy gardens in Minbei one by one. On the poppy gardens, oil refineries, jewelry processing factories, construction companies...the poppy growers Go to work in the factory. If there is an invasion by foreign forces, these former soldiers are the best security guards. They usually get paid at least three times more than soldiers and poppies. At that time, everyone knows that not everyone carries People with guns come to rob."

As the sun was setting, the young Feng Zhi was walking on the newly repaired bluestone road in the town, holding a food box in his hand, and asked him to deliver the bamboo leaf rice balls made by his mother to Mr. Mu.

The new oil refinery had just been completed, and the village chief and his grandmother pestered him on the phone every day, asking him to ask Mr. Mu to come back and cut the ribbon himself.

It was the time when every family was cooking, and the smoke was rising from the bamboo building hidden in the dense forest. Feng Zhi walked downstairs from the main building, and the cook, Ah Mu, poked his head out:

"Feng Zhi, do you want to deliver food to Mr. Mu? Wait a while before leaving. My glutinous rice chicken is about to be steamed. Help me bring a copy to Mr. Mu."

"No, Ah Mu, my mother cooked a lot of dishes today, next time."

The old man who was walking with the big yellow dog smiled and walked over and patted his head:

"Feng Zhi, why don't you go find Mr. Mu?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

"Follow Mr. Mu to do great things, you are the pride of our Xiuguo Village!"

Feng Zhi nodded and smiled, "Hey! I know..."

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly shouted, "Wu Wei, stop!"

There was a reclining chair in front of Wu Wei's door. He was lying on it leisurely, but when he saw Feng Zhi was about to slip away quietly, Feng Zhi called him to stop him.

The young man rushed over in three steps at a time, snatched the bong from Wu Wei's hand, raised his hand and knocked hard on Wu Wei's forehead.

"It's not marijuana, it's not marijuana!" Wu Wei shouted, holding his head, "This is Xiaohonghe! My brother brought it to me when he came back from Province Y last time!"

"Don't cigarettes have filters? You put the tobacco in the bong, why don't you just swallow the tobacco?"

A boy named Feng Zhi chased Wu Wei, who was almost 30 years old, and there were a group of children clapping and laughing beside him. A head stuck out from the window on the second floor of the bamboo building. It was Wu Wei's wife:

"Good fight! He doesn't listen to what I say! He just owes the fight!"

The children also echoed: "He just owes a beating!"

The old man also strolled over with Rhubarb in his hand: "Yes! I owe you a beating!"

Feng Zhi confiscated the cigarette stick after beating someone up, and said angrily:

"If you find out again, you won't even think about going to work!"

Wu Wei repeatedly begged for mercy:

"I really haven't smoked marijuana... well, there is still a little ointment in it... I just smell it, look at me, it smells good and my body looks better than smoked! I swear, There will never be a next time! You see, you took away all my cigarette rods, and in the entire Xiuguo Village, I can’t afford to buy another cigarette rod!”

Yes, in the past five years, the entire Xiuguo Village, and the villages near Xiuguo Village, have never seen a poppy field, nor can they buy a bong, because all the factories of Mr. Mu absolutely do not accept opium smokers. people.

But here, anyone who wants to live a good life doesn't want to enter Mr. Mu's factory.

Feng Zhi pointed at a group of watching children with a cigarette stick:

"Everyone go home! Once you finish your homework, you all run out to play!"

The children ran away with grimaces.

When Feng Zhi reached the top of the mountain, it was already dark, and the blue night sky was as clear as the sea, and a round of bright moon outlined the back of Mu Nancheng sitting on the top of the mountain, making him more and more lonely.

"Sir, it's time to eat." Feng Zhi sat next to Mu Nancheng and opened the food box.

Mu Nancheng responded softly, and he took out a rice ball wrapped in emerald green leaves from the food box, and laughed: "This thing is very similar to our Chinese zongzi."

He peeled off the emerald green leaves on the outside, and the crystal grains of rice inside were plump and exuding a fresh aroma. He took a bite and frowned slightly.

"Isn't it delicious?" Feng Zhi asked nervously.

"No, I think it's delicious," Mu Nancheng said with a smile, "It's just that this rice ball has a bit of a bitter bamboo taste, and some children who love sweets may not be used to it."

Mu Nancheng has a habit, no matter what new food he eats, he will study how to make it. For a long time, Feng Zhi thought that cooking was Mu Nancheng's hobby.

In fact, in Feng Zhi's eyes, Mu Nancheng is a very strange person. He holds huge wealth in his hands and calls the wind and rain in the north. He has no habit of spending money and drinking, and neither likes gambling nor women. He is in charge of the operation of a huge company. But often lead the way and go to the front line.

Many people think that everything Mu Nancheng does is for money, but Feng Zhi understands that Mianbei is not a good investment choice, and the huge cost Mu Nancheng has paid may take years or even decades to reap the rewards.

Building roads, laying bridges, building factories, opening hospitals, building schools... Mu Nancheng doesn't seem to be doing business, but more like building Mianbei—with his own efforts.

Even Mianbei's own nobles are unwilling to pay the cost to reform the country, why would a foreigner in Munancheng do this?

Feng Zhi thought in confusion, and inadvertently asked this question.

At that time, Mu Nancheng was standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance. When he heard Feng Zhi's words, he turned his head. The moonlight fell into his eyes, flickering in small pieces. He blinked and said jokingly:

"Because my wish is, world peace."

Feng Zhi, a young man, was suddenly full of vigor and enthusiasm. He took a deep breath and wanted to stand up. He wanted to tell Mu Nancheng that I would always follow you and work hard together for this great wish, but Mu Nancheng laughed "puchi".

Only then did Feng Zhi realize that Mu Nancheng was joking.

Mu Nancheng turned his head again later, and Feng Zhi saw that he raised his head and raised his arms upwards. From this angle, the moon and stars above the sky seemed to be within arm's reach of him, and he seemed to be trying to pick them. :

"Mianbei is actually a good place. There are a lot of resources, such as oil, gems, natural gas, and non-ferrous metals. But why is Mianbei so poor? Because poppies, this evil flower, have emptied the spirits of Mianbei people. ... This place is very similar to my own destiny. It got off to a good start. God gave everything that God could give, but internal and external troubles emptied everything, so this country began to give up on itself, but no one, no country, would be willing to crawl forever In the deep ditch, I want to try if I, Mu Nancheng, can make Mianbei stand up."

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