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

Yanjiao, secret base.

Military commanders from various countries came to inspect the terrain and environment.

Long Fei dragged Qin Huan and complained: "It's been three days, and I haven't replied to a single WeChat message. I don't even want to be a consultant. Oh, is it true that I'm getting married and starting a business, so I'm getting timid?"

Qin Huan lit a cigarette and said calmly: "I sent more than 300 WeChat messages to my brother, and played more than 50 voice and video messages, but none of them responded to me."

A certain old man Wushuang wandered over unnoticed and participated in the high-level military chat: "I told him to hide his appearance as a soldier in Beimang, but he didn't bother me."

When Long Fei and Qin Huan heard this, they both glared at Lao Wushuang: "Are you sick? My brother is famous for his pomp and dignity. When he goes to the cafeteria to have a meal, he has to bring 1,800 personal soldiers to escort him."

"Being a soldier? You might as well let my brother lie back in the coffin."

Ye Zhengting also quietly joined the private chat team: "Then we have to think of a way? You can't really let me carry it alone, right?"

When Long Fei saw this, he immediately acted like Marshal Beimang: "Why are you the only one carrying it? Think of me as dead? I'm also the deputy commander, okay?"

Ye Zhengting was very anxious in his heart, and he lowered his attitude and said: "Brother Fei, please do well and contact General Zhang again. I reported the plan before, and none of those old foxes gave me a fuck. Look at that posture, it seems that they want to Let us make our own decisions."

"I'll fight! I'll fight now! I'll blow up his fucking phone!"

Long Fei was also a little impatient.

At the beginning, Long Fei was a little too confident in internal meetings.

I thought that no matter what I said, I would always make suggestions behind my back and not be completely indifferent.

Unexpectedly, after three days, I simply disappeared and waited for a week to sit in the stadium and watch the show...

In particular, the old war gods headed by Gan Daolin made a strong comeback. All kinds of rumors were flying everywhere, and the pressure on Long Fei was also rising.

It's not like he has to let his brother teach him step by step how to conduct this military exercise.

But over the years, he has become accustomed to reporting to his brother whenever important decisions are made.

This time, he suddenly couldn't contact anyone. Long Fei felt empty in his heart, and he was more worried about the gains and losses than when he had a cold war with Ning Zi.

Doodle.

The phone rang only twice before it was connected.

"Hey."

Zhang Ruoyu's calm voice came over the phone.

"elder brother…"

Long Fei's voice trembled, feeling extremely aggrieved: "Where have you been? Why can't you contact anyone? I was so nervous that I almost called the police to find you."

"I'm watching dramas with my wife."

Zhang Ruoyu held his cell phone between his legs and coaxed Xuebao, who had been having a cold war with him for several days.

Brother Zhang never looked handsome in front of Xuebao. Xuebao held a grudge and ignored him.

Seeing that the call was connected, a group of people came over to eavesdrop, as if grasping at straws.

For ten years, there have been people in front of the formation every day, guarding the gate.

Suddenly missing, Ye Zhengting and the other old guys panicked.

Not to mention them, even Long Fei's group of confidants who had been following him for many years suddenly lost their backbone and felt uneasy.

"What drama is so good?" Long Fei said harshly. “Brother, push me on WeChat and I’ll follow you back.”

The voice just fell.

Ye Zhengting kicked Long Fei's butt and lowered his voice: "Da Fei! Do you know how to chat?"

Long Fei touched his butt and said bravely: "Brother, Lao Li just gave me a suggestion. Brother, if you want to come to the scene to experience it, don't sit in the infield. Sneak in as a soldier and supervise the battle on the spot. .”

"What? Soldier?!" Brother Zhang on the other end of the phone exploded instantly. "Listen to yourself, is this human speech?"

"That's what I scolded Lao Li at that time. With my brother's domineering temperament, even if he is missing arms and legs, he will not be mistaken for a soldier when he hits the battlefield."

After Long Fei finished speaking, he changed the subject and said, "Brother, Gan Daolin is back and he wants to increase the casualty rate."

Zhang Ruoyu on the other side of the phone was silent for a few seconds and suddenly asked: "How much grievances has he suffered in the United States in the past few years since he retired, and how many conflicts has he had with senior officials?"

"Ah?" Long Fei opened his mouth, a little embarrassed.

Several other military bosses who were eavesdropping were also in a daze.

"How else could he make such a rude request to increase the casualty rate of the U.S. military? How much he hates the U.S. military."

Zhang Ruoyu's sharp and deep voice sounded.

Even through the phone, Long Fei could smell the chilling atmosphere.

But he was familiar with this murderous aura, and it smelled solid.

He covered the phone and glanced at Ye Zhengting: "Brother agrees."

When Ye Zhengting heard this, a look of steady happiness appeared on his face.

This was what he was waiting for.

When the day comes to divide the pot, let alone Zhang Xiangbei, there is no need for Long Fei to step in. Ye Zhengting can handle it himself.

He was just used to the atmosphere where Zhang Xiangbei brutally controlled the overall situation. General Zhang didn't speak, and he felt uneasy.

"Brother Fei, if you are troubled again, please help me ask. If those bastards secretly join forces to cause destruction, as the host, where is our bottom line?" Ye Zhengting bent down and asked.

Long Fei nodded, and after consulting his brother's opinion, he held his head high and said, neither salty nor cool: "What I mean is, refuse to be mentally drained, and get to work directly if you have something to do."

Hearing this, Ye Zhengting grinned with an evil look on his face: "This is the right flavor."