I became the President of the Federation by perfumery

Ans looked at the back of the hovercraft leaving.

I thought of that name in my mind.

Zhang Luhe, this name is absolutely thunderous.

The eldest daughter of Zhang's family.

With deep scheming and sophisticated methods, he led the Zhang family to devour too many resources, and the Zhang family developed rapidly enough to be powerful enough to participate in the next emperor election.

If the Zhang family chooses the emperor, she will become the queen.

But she became a commoner woman speaker and entered the imperial parliament.

She appeared here late at night, and she didn't know what she had said to Zuo Lanyi.

An Si was silent for a moment, raised his head, and set his eyes on Zuo Lanyi.

Zuo Lan stood tall, and An Si couldn't see his expression clearly.

All he could hear was the suppressed madness in his tone.

From the field to Stavia, from Stavia to the Speaker of the Imperial Council.

When Zuo Lan wanted to do something, it became clearer and clearer.

What's even more frightening is that he is not just thinking about it, but is already on the road.

Ans and Angelia walked in.The two of them brought back news from Stavia's side.

Aisu matures very quickly on the red soil of Stavia. It has only been a little over a week, and several crops have matured, which are piled up in the warehouse and ready to be sold.

Angelia contacted the buyer, and after negotiating a suitable price, she came to Zuo Lanyi to report the progress of the matter.

Zuo Lanyi was still leaning on the railing.

He looked at the night sky far away, and when he heard Angelia's words, he shook his head: "How much money can you earn by selling raw materials?"

"If you want to accumulate wealth and create value, of course you can't just be a manufacturer that sells raw materials."

He looked back at the Ans brothers and sisters: "Purchase the production line, and there is a perfumer standing in front of you. Perfumes, balms, fragrances, and fragrances are a lucrative business."

Ans finally asked his own question.

"How can we have the money to buy a production line and various mechanized things?"

Zuo Lan had some jokes in his eyes: "Cripple's money."

An Si glanced at the cripple who didn't talk to him, and felt that Zuo Lanyi was talking nonsense.

He asked again: "...The last time we attacked the Star Thief Group, it was said that there were only a few of us, but at the end of the final stage, what about those people who suddenly appeared under your command? Who are they? Are they still alive now? It's in Stavia!"

Zuo Lanyi was extremely mysterious, and lowered his eyes: "The lame person."

The cripple didn't speak, and the mystery grew a bit thicker.

An Si knew that there was nothing to ask, so he shut up.

But what Zuo Lanyi said was actually the truth.

Where did he get the money and people?

When he came out of the trial court and severed ties with Ludwig, he was not even qualified to go back to Alkwin to pack his things.

He didn't take a penny from Alkwin, as if he left the house.

Naturally, there is no money and subordinates who follow their own commands.

Like taking down Stavia this time.

He uses the money of the lame, and the man of the lame.

More than that.

Not only did he use the lame man's money and lame man, but he also took the lame man himself to be the helm of his team.

Zuo Lan thought quietly.

Well, as expected of me.

But at the Imperial Central College, the things derived from the preliminary round are still going on.

Wen Yuanwei walked into the school leaning on crutches.

He is an old man, his steps are a little staggering, but his eyes are bright.

Only one of him appears here.

But what stood behind him was not only his own interests.

He stood at the door, facing the sentinel, very calmly, and said elegantly: "Is your professor there? Professor Ludwig Alckwin, I have an appointment with him before."

The sentinel took him into the laboratory to meet the person he wanted to see.

Naturally Ludwig was there.

He was wearing a white coat, his blond hair was attached to the back of his neck obediently, and a small piece of white leather was exposed between the hair and the back collar, showing a somewhat flaccid weakness.

Looking over with emerald eyes, towering ancient trees seemed to be sleeping inside.

When Wen Yuanwei met Ludwig, he felt that his goal this time would definitely be achieved.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He sat tremblingly.

"I have exiled myself, far away from the center of power." Ludwig's voice was indifferent, "Why did the old gentleman come to see me?"

"Your students are making too much noise."

Wen Yuanwei said so.

Ludwig avoided Wen Yuanwei's gaze, and rolled his Adam's apple: "...I teach at the Imperial Central College, and I have too many students, which one do you say?"

"You don't have to play dumb with me, I'm so old, I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know." Wen Yuanwei persuasively and persuasively.

"You have only one student from beginning to end. Zuo Lanyi, I'm talking about him."

Ludwig looked down at his hands.

After mixing the fragrance for a long time, there will be a taste in every gesture.He could smell the astringency of the pomegranate from his fingertips, and every time he did this, his heart trembled a little.

He could smell it, so he didn't dare to think about Zuo Lanyi's five years when he couldn't smell anything.

Ludwig said: "Five years ago, we broke up. The master-student relationship is naturally gone."

"What did he come back for?" Wen Yuanwei didn't come to listen to these.

He lowered his voice, leaned forward, and collapsed tightly: "It is the result of the benevolence of so many people that he survived. But do you think he has the slightest intention of being safe when he comes back now?"

A qualification exam forced the young son of the Mott family to cut his throat on the field and was seriously injured and admitted to the hospital.

In a preliminary match, Guan Xun was defeated and the secrets of the Mott family were exposed.

Motsher gave up a hunk of meat in exchange for a chance to breathe.

Wen Yuanwei's voice is old but powerful.

"Go and talk to him yourself. Tell him to weigh it himself, and don't challenge anyone's bottom line anymore."

Ludwig said nothing.

Whose bottom line?

Do nobles have a bottom line?

He forced Wen Yuanwei with silence.

In the silence, Wen Yuanwei grew bored.

He is also a well-known figure in the perfume industry.

But he is not as good as Ludwig.

Ludwig is the second son of the Alkwin family, and the only thirteenth-level perfumer in the entire interstellar world.

He has a good family background and high talent, and even the students he accepted before are the best in hundreds of years.

But even so, isn't it reduced to this point?

This time in the semi-finals, Mott's Patriarch was ruthless and did not hesitate to disrupt the progress of the game, just for one thing——

Let Zuo Lan stop.

Die on the field.

For this reason, the Mott family spent their efforts and offered favors.

Wen Yuanwei himself sent his most proud student.

He even found Ludwig himself.

He knew that Ludwig would not agree to persuade Zuo Lanyi.

All he wants is a little.

As long as Ludwig appeared on the field, Zuo Lanyi's mentality would definitely be affected by that crazy wolf.

In the competition, a little mentality deviation is enough to make the difference between life and death.

Wen Yuanwei made a regressive posture: "Then you are going to be a guest commentator for this semi-final, right? Look at him, and meet him, after all, we haven't seen each other for five years. You are not enemies, you should see each other." See you. My request is not too much."

Ludwig was silent.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "...OK."

Yes, the two of them are not enemies after all.

……Right.

After the preliminaries are the semi-finals.

The hottest news on Starnet now is that Patriarch Mott came forward to apologize and the spokesperson of the royal family answered reporters' questions.

When Tianshuibi's team was heading to the waiting area, An Si was still watching the whitewashing on StarNet.

"It's true to laugh at the dead." He was angry, "What do you mean because you love your wife too much and don't admit her death, so you are mentally unstable, and you have been faking the normal operation of your wife's social account?"

"Isn't it just that you don't want to part with the benefits brought by Li Xige's status as the eldest princess?"

Before the start of each game, the busiest person must be the lame.

He was immersed in the information flow of the optical brain, and even on the way to the game, his temples were connected to wires.

Hearing what An Si said, the cripple snorted, "Did you read what the royal family said?"

An Si replied: "Look, it's even more disgusting. The most favored eldest princess? The autographs, videos, and timelines before and after the origin are not hammered enough? Yes, such a large-scale whitewashing is hurting The bone is only Mott, and the royal family is still stable."

"...the royal family."

The cripple seemed to laugh sharply.

As soon as Zuo Lan walked in the front, he didn't participate in the conversation. He squinted his eyes and saw a few people coming towards him in the distance.

"It's the jury," Anse said.

"Is it."

Zuo Lan moved her fingers.

There was a bit of aggression between his eyebrows and eyes, and his pace didn't stop.

The person walking at the front of the jury looks familiar.

Brilliant blond hair, green eyes, he didn't look at Zuo Lanyi or Tian Shuibi, his gaze was straight forward.

With a straight back and a noble posture, he was dressed in a light gray suit like an aristocrat.

It's not like, people themselves are nobles.

The elector family.

Tianshuibi's team recognized that person.

Just like everyone in the jury, they all recognized Zuo Lanyi.

But neither Zuo Lanyi nor that person stopped, and naturally no one from the two teams stopped.

Pass by.

When passing each other, no one looked at each other.

The jury went away, Zuo Lanyi didn't look back.

He just stood still, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at the sky from a distance.

The sky is vast, just like the past, it will not come back.

"...Ludwig."

Zuo Lan read out that person's name.

He is at peace now.

He was so calm that it seemed that he had never traced that person's name on his heart over and over again in the past five years.

Hatred and betrayal came together again.

The flames burned across the plains, leaving ash and dust behind.

But the fire lives forever on the ground, and the sky is gray against the sky.

"Ludwig..."

The man who raised him from six to sixteen.

Teach him how to mix incense, and say he wants to give him a family.

The one who stood on the witness stand and testified against him with his own hands.

Lies are intertwined in Yazheng, dark fire flows in the flickering, this man...

He made him, and he died.

His teacher, his destiny.

Zuo Lan's eyes were cold, and the eyes were full of violent wind and rain.

"It looks like you're doing well."

Still so beautiful and noble, unreasonable.

That's fine.

Ludwig.

I was born guilty, so don't even think about living alone.

The author says:

Thank you Yiyi Qingzhu, the cute little Lei~ baji baji!