In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

In a dimly lit room.

Four old foxes were sitting casually on the sofa or chairs.

Zhang Ruoyu sat by the window and lit a cigarette slowly: "Instead of establishing four war gods in the middle and young generations and focusing on cultivating successors, it is better to expand the unparalleled war gods to eight."

"This is inappropriate." One of the white-haired unparalleled war gods said seriously. "They're all called Wushuang. Just do eight of them, and Wushuang is nothing."

"Is four unparalleled?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.

"I'm used to it." Another unparalleled war god said. "And if we create eight, the gold content will be low, which will affect our historical status."

"Xiao Zhang, although you are presiding over the meeting, you have retired after all. Can you please stop stretching your hands so far? You just feel jealous that we are just lying on our merits and showing off our power, right?"

The fourth unparalleled God of War also got excited: "The status I have now was not achieved by a single shot. I was not as good at publicity and had such a sound god-making system like you back then!"

Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the disgusting old fox: "How about we practice?"

"I chewed pig's trotters the day before yesterday and chipped one of my teeth. Why do I still want to practice hair training?" The Wushuang God of War was scared on the spot.

"If we don't expand Wushuang, there will be fewer four war gods. How will the quota be divided?" Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette. "Long Fei must be considered one, right? Qin Hanshan is blocking the door. If he doesn't give his son a son, can he let you go home? How many hard battles have Beimang fought in these years? Can't we set up two more examples?"

"How about eight?" The old general who announced the death of General Zhang on TV hesitated.

"There are four in Beimang, and there are only eight in the entire army? What do you mean? Beimang accounts for half of the country? Doesn't this dampen the enthusiasm of the brothers' troops?" Another unparalleled war god who wanted to occupy two places said with ulterior motives.

"Ten?" Another unparalleled war god suggested. "Ten outstanding young people can be selected. The Young God of War will select ten key talents for cultivation. It is not too much, and it can also reflect the strength of our Chinese military."

"I agree." Zhang Ruoyu raised his hands.

"Agree."

"Seconded."

"Me too."

Next, is the second topic.

Some gods of war suggested that Beimang is now too popular and has too many elites. It is time for the crow to feed back and create an ecosystem in which the entire army is Beimang-oriented.

"The theory is good, but the idea is too advanced and difficult to carry out." Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of tea and said calmly.

An old fox wanted to curry favor with Zhang Ruoyu and said tactfully: "People from Beimang are not submissive and difficult to manage. If they mess up, they may destroy the already healthy ecology of the local army."

"And if the Beimang Army is really transferred to the local area, who will be held responsible if the mentality explodes and the situation is ruined?" Another old fox supported.

"Beimang's main focus is elite aces. It's hard for the country to have such an ace, so there's no reason to go back."

"Otherwise, let Beimang hold a training camp every year, and bring local elite troops into Beimang's special assault training. On the one hand, they will strengthen the local troops, and on the other hand, they will also learn Beimang's advanced theories. Once the training period is over, we will Everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother." The last old fox confided the truth.

Zhang Ruoyu looked around and became angry: "Special training is very expensive. If you are willing to pay, I will promise it to you on Long Fei's behalf."

"The place is not as good as Beimang, and the financial pressure is huge..." an old fox said euphemistically.

"What do you mean? Free sex? Eat Beimang's food, drink Beimang's food, and then run away after special training?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned.

"We are all brothers, so it would be pointless to argue like this..."

"Are you interested?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.

Originally, Long Fei was supposed to be here today.

But that kid was stupid and was very afraid of the unparalleled big guys, so he entrusted Brother Zhang to come to the meeting.

Long Fei said on WeChat that he would come in person, at least one layer of his skin would be peeled off by these old foxes.

"No more quarrel, no more quarrel." The white-haired Unparalleled God of War persuaded them. "How about Beimang regularly sending a group of elites to the local area for actual combat exercises, allowing more troops to participate and paying for the local responsibility."

"How much does it cost..."

An old fox sighed.

The other two old foxes also looked embarrassed: "In the past few years, everyone has been saving money whenever they can, and life has been difficult..."

Negotiations have stalled.

Zhang Ruoyu casually flipped through the outline of tonight's meeting, and there are more than a dozen to follow. It is estimated that Brother Zhang may not be able to go home until dawn.

Just 5 minutes ago, Xuebao sent a WeChat message, saying that she recognized the bed and couldn't sleep, and asked Brother Zhang if he could go home early tonight and hang out another day.

"Okay, we all come to Beimang for special training. The expenses are Beimang's, but Beimang has the right to pick a few good seedlings." Zhang Ruoyu took a step back.

"no problem!"

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, not worried at all that the good seedling would be snatched away by Beimang.

You can go to Beimang in large numbers for further study without spending a dime. You can choose a few of them, but not all of them will stay. The cheaper part is the place.

Regarding the follow-up issues, Zhang Ruoyu cut through the mess quickly and did not suffer any losses if he could.

If you suffer a small loss, forget it.

At least it's better than Long Feilai.

All Brother Zhang can do is try his best.

02:30am.

Si Da Wushuang smiled from ear to ear. One of them refilled Brother Zhang's cup of tea and lit a cigarette. Le's eyes narrowed.

"General Zhang, although you have retired, our relationship is still there. If you have something to do in the future, it doesn't matter. As long as it can be done, I will definitely do it for you." Several old foxes expressed their opinions one after another.

Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette, curled his lips and said: "A few old goblins who are almost [-] years old in total, should I use you to do this?"

The four of them were just being polite.

I really can't even handle Zhang Xiangbei.

They come here for nothing.

Ding dong.

Xuebao sent another WeChat message.

"Brother Zhang, what time is it? I'm almost sleepy. I miss you, my treasure."

Zhang Ruoyu suffered a big loss and dealt with the last issue. He stood up and said, "We're done talking, let's go home."

Several old foxes walked to the door before returning to the room.

After a short silence, the white-haired old fox said calmly: "Find someone to retrieve Zhang Xiangbei's WeChat records just now..."

"He is Zhang Xiangbei..." The other old foxes were a little worried. "If he finds out, he will beat us to death..."

"Don't you want to know why Zhang is so talkative this time? In such a hurry? In the early years, he wouldn't let us out of this door until he killed us."

"Fight! Check hard!"

When the answer was placed in front of the four old foxes, the four powerful and unparalleled war gods looked at each other, and finally gave a conclusion that sounded a bit absurd.

"In one sentence, I will devote my whole life to defending General Zhang's lover to the death!" an old fox said loudly.

"Whoever dares to destroy the marriage of the legendary war god General Zhang is China's bloody enemy." Another old fox said.

"Should be punished for the crime!"

"Purpose for treason!"

The declaration made by the four old foxes at this moment was just like the oath taken on the first day of joining the army, solemn, holy, and full of glory.