France, Nancy, Licus family cemetery.

Next to several ancient gray buildings, sparse dead woods surrounded a cemetery. Hundreds of people, including the Licus family and the network of relationships, gathered here to attend the funeral of the family patriarch Ronal Licus.

The people attending the funeral were solemn and quiet, slowly moving towards the cemetery. The direct members of the Licus family stood by the grave pit, each with sad faces. Among the mourning crowd, the most eye-catching one was Licus, the previous generation elder of the Licus family.

Old Licus is a legend of France, with ups and downs, ups and downs. None of his opponents is an unknown person, and every battle is thrilling. The Licus family's power has increased greatly in his hands, and the French-Dutch consortium has also become the top power in Europe under his leadership.

In the upper class of France, you can avoid the president. Anyway, stupid people like Sarkozy and Hollande who only know how to run are not capable. But you can avoid the old Ricus, who can make you soar and fall into hell.

But Old Licus was too old. He defeated all his opponents but could not resist God's call. After his son Ronal took office, everyone felt that an era had passed.

But now..., Ronal is dead, and Old Licus actually stood up again. The dying old man who is relying on intubation to maintain his life can actually throw away the hospital bed and wheelchair and appear at his son's funeral with a cane.

Although Old Licus's hands trembled with crutches, he was not tired when standing for a long time, he spoke hoarse but calmly, his thinking was clear and quick, and he was kind and polite to the guests who came to attend the funeral. He didn't look like a dying person.

The news spread at the funeral, like a tide spreading throughout Europe. On that day, all related stocks of the French-Dutch consortium rose, soaring several points, and the market was very confident in the return of Lao Licus.

After the funeral, Old Licus slowly walked into a small church next to the cemetery. In front of the church was a man and a woman. The man was Zhou Qingfeng, a woman... In addition to Old Licus's youngest daughter Ai Jielin, there were also several young women from the family who were surrounded here.

Ai Jielin still looked innocent and romantic. She held a box of biscuits in her hand and leaned against Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng had to take a bite of each biscuit before she could eat it. From time to time, she would kiss Zhou Qingfeng and eat the biscuit crumbs on his mouth.

The other girls around Zhou Qingfeng were quite embarrassed, but they did not dare to leave. Among them, Ronal's daughter, but now they have to please his father-killing enemy under the order of his grandfather. Only Safiya, who is a little slave, is more calm and follows Ai Jielin.

"Young man, I'm so happy to see you. Your medicine is very good. I feel like I'm ten years younger. The doctor said this is a miracle, my organs, my bones, my brain, my cardiovascular, almost everything is improving."

Old Licus seemed very happy and finally asked in a low voice, "Are you planning to sell this medicine in bulk?"

"There is no such plan. We only provide this medicine to our closest friends." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Very good." Old Licus nodded with satisfaction. Although he was a little restrained, if such a magical drug became everywhere on the street, he would be a little unhappy. This is something that can truly represent status.

"I will return to China in two days. I will contact special personnel for subsequent cooperation, and they will be more suitable for negotiations than me." Zhou Qingfeng was actually here to say goodbye today.

The news caught Old Licus off guard, but he could not keep him. He turned to look at Ai Jielin and asked in a low voice: "You can take Ai Jielin away, she needs you."

Alas... Zhou Qingfeng sighed and turned his head to look at the French girl with big eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Ai Jielin has recovered her memory. She is fully capable of becoming the next generation patriarch of the Licus family. I can't take her away."

Ai Jielin, who was holding the cookie, was suddenly stunned, angry, aggrieved, sad, and all kinds of expressions changed on her face. She wanted to disguise but couldn't hide it in front of Zhou Qingfeng, so she could only ask resentment: "Why are you so cruel to expose all this?"

"I have to be cruel to everything I carry." Zhou Qingfeng tried to hug the French girl and kiss her forehead. But Ai Jielin pushed him away violently, scolded 'I hate you', and cried and left.

The biscuit crumbs were sprinkled with Zhou Qingfeng, and the scene was extremely serious. He dusted it casually and said to Lao Likus: "I'm sorry, apologize to Ai Jielin on my behalf. By the way, he helped me take care of Safiya. She and Ai Jielin were very co-starring, and I couldn't take her away."

"I think you should apologize by yourself." Old Licus was also very angry and tried hard to suppress his anger. A big man like him could not keep Zhou Qingfeng in such a low posture. This made him very angry.

Zhou Qingfeng could only nod and apologize again, slowly leaving the cemetery of the Licus family. At the moment he turned around, Ai Jielin, who was crying, stood in the dead woods of the cemetery and stared at him blankly.

There was a Maybach parked outside the cemetery, and four other people from the wasteland were sitting inside the large car. After Zhou Qingfeng came back, the car started to leave. His face was not very good, and he didn't even dare to look outside the car.

The butcher was driving, Lina was manicure, and Katerina was flipping through a magazine. Only Minsk seemed a little restless after seeing Zhou Qingfeng.

"Okay, Minsk, just say it if you have something to do. If you hold it in this way, I'm worried for you." Zhou Qingfeng was just unhappy and didn't like to see Minsk's expression but stopping.

But Minsk opened his mouth several times but still didn't know what to say until the butcher driving looked at the rearview mirror and said to him: "Minsk wants to stay, he wants to go back to Ukraine with Eliza. Eliza is his wife, and he said he doesn't want to go back to the wasteland to fight."

Minsk looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a embarrassed look on his face, begging, "I'm sorry, Victor. I'm really sorry, I can't lose Eliza. I don't want to take her to fight in the wasteland. I beg you..."

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and interrupted Minsk, "Brother, I understand what you mean, I understand all this. I will not force you. I can give you some money so that you can live a comfortable life with Eliza. But I also have a requirement, you must settle in China."

The Gentle Land is a hero's tomb. Since seeing Minsk, who was like wood, appearing with Eliza, Zhou Qingfeng felt that his brother was afraid that he would not want to fight again.

Some people value money, some value power, and some value family. Minsk has experienced a rich and powerful life. Now he doesn't want to risk guns and fight to the death, he just wants to live with his lover.

When Minsk heard Zhou Qingfeng agreeing to leave, he smiled happily. He had no objection to where to settle, lived in China or even became safer. Although he would inevitably be monitored, he was at least better than the war-torn Ukraine.

After confirming that Minsk was leaving, Zhou Qingfeng looked at Katerina again. To be honest, he could accept Minsk leaving. But if Katerina also left, he would be afraid of going crazy.

Hanniu was reading a magazine. After sensing Zhou Qingfeng's gaze, she said lightly: "I want to take my parents back to the wasteland. I have already made it clear to my father.

He felt that this was a legend of the century, a new journey after the Age of Discovery, and an adventure that must not be missed. He was so excited that he never fell asleep all night like a child. He couldn't wait to marry me to you, and you couldn't get rid of it."
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