Chapter 949 Three Provinces and Six Ministry
"That's true, I'm sorry, I'll punish myself for saying nonsense!" Zhou Bin smiled and poured himself a glass of white wine.
The fat man hurriedly wiped off the vegetable stains from his mouth and said strangely: "Since you are invincible with heroes... how could you not know me or our brother Mu?"
"What?" Zhou Bin couldn't understand the meaning of Fatty's words.
The fat man was still waiting to continue, but Zhang Mu stopped him.
Zhang Mu smiled and said, "There are nearly 100 countries of all sizes in the National War map. Binzi, are you helping that country? I'm afraid you will suffer a lot if you can become the Minister of Human Resources of a country."
"Ahem! That's not it!" Zhang Mu's words suddenly came into Zhou Bin's heart. Zhou Bin shouted: "Damn, I have been in the 'Demon Empire' for two years. I have only recently promoted me to be a cadre. The whole country, the management teams of all sizes, have at least 500 people in total, and I am the only one who is a fucking Asian! I also said there is no racial discrimination."
"Brother Bin, calm down..." the beauty in glasses on the side advised.
"Devil Empire?" Zhang Mu frowned and looked at the fat man. He was not familiar with this country. Well, seriously, he had never heard of it. It should be a small country that was established in recent months.
"The Demon Empire has a population of 800,000 to 1.4 million, and its overall strength is low-key. It never participates in the battle between various countries. The king is a 'big demon' and Canadian." The fat man whispered, "I have a lot of trouble with Da Ben, and I naturally have some understanding of various countries, but I am not as good as Zhang Mu, an irresponsible hand-shaking president.
"Mu Tou, fat man, you should be invincible in heroes, right? How are you doing? If you can't make it, just follow me, including food, accommodation and play, and you will have a monthly salary. I just have a shortage of people here." Zhou Bin said with a smile.
If you are poor, you will be safe, while those who are good at helping the world. Zhou Bin's philosophy of being a person is somewhat similar to Zhang Mu.
"Go to your job... forget it, we are doing well in the game." Zhang Mu said with a smile.
"Oh, I still want our brothers to play games together..." Zhou Bin was a little disappointed, but he quickly recovered and raised his glass and said, "No matter what, after ten years, I am very happy to see you again! Come! I have a chance! I haven't drunk our Chinese liquor for a long time!"
"Haha! Do it! Let's not get drunk today!" Zhang Mu also started to cheer.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors, a group of young people had a common hobby, so they had a very scheming conversation. Unfortunately, Zhou Bin would have to go back to Canada these days after his work, otherwise, Zhang Mu would like to invite him to visit his home and meet Deng Jie and the others.
"Brother Bin, I have your phone number." The beauty in glasses handed over the phone.
"hello?what?…oh,shit!oh,shit!…" A series of classic English curses burst out from Zhou Bin's mouth. Although Zhang Mu and Fatty both had relatively good English proficiency, they also heard the meaning of the words. Something must have happened, otherwise Zhou Bin would not be so excited, and his face would not have turned pale.
"Binzi, what's wrong with you?" asked the fat man.
"Fuck! It's over this time!" Zhou Bin hung up his phone, trembling all over his body, "You must have heard of the 'Twelve-Winged Angel' and 'Yanhuang Kingdom'..."
"Uh... I've heard it." Zhang Mu was confused. What was going on? Why did he have something to do with him?
"The Yanhuang Kingdom launched an attack on our Demon Empire, just because the 'tribute' time was half a month late. Damn, it's so domineering!..." Zhou Bin cursed fiercely.
"What's going on... Who is in charge of the 'Ministry of Rites'?" Zhang Mu asked the fat man in a low voice.
In order to make himself a more thorough national lord, Zhang Mu imitated his predecessors to establish the highest institution called the "Three Provinces and Six Ministry" in Yanhuang, including the "Ministry of Rites" specializing in diplomacy. The main function is to make friends with neighboring countries and receive "tribute" from weak countries.
"Ministry of Rites? Isn't the Emperor always in charge of the Ministry of Rites? "The fat man scratched his head.
Zhang Mu stood up and said, "Binzi, I'll call and I'll be back soon."
"Well..." Zhou Bin still had a bad expression.
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"Hey, boss, why do you have time to call me? What's the urgent matter?" The emperor seemed a little surprised. Generally, Zhang Mu would not call him for no reason. Even if he had something to do, he would contact him in the game.
"Are we going to send troops to attack the 'Demon Empire'..." Zhang Mu said straight to the point.
"Haha! Boss, your news is so well-informed! The 'Great Expansion Plan' has just been decided in just 10 minutes. Why did you know so soon?" The emperor was so impressed by Zhang Mu that he was 'provoked'.
"Big expansion plan?" Zhang Mu was stunned.
"Yes, this is the plan proposed by Xiaozong to support the war by using war, divide troops into eight places to attack weak neighboring countries, expand the treasury reserves, and deal with the upcoming United Nations army." The emperor lit his head like a chick.
"So... besides the Demon Empire, there are seven countries to fight?"
"Yes, boss, what's wrong with you today? Just say it if you have something to do."
"I heard that the Demon Empire only paid tribute for half a month late, so it would be a good idea to beat him for this..."
"Hey, tribute is just a pretext, just a pretext to launch an attack... Even if he pays tribute monthly, he still has to fight!" said the emperor.
"Can you contact their boss?" Zhang Mu asked.
I don’t know, but since I know, he must help Zhou Bin, after all, that was where his childhood friend worked.
"Yes, I can contact him at any time, and I seem to be a guy called the Big Demon..."
"Tell him my mobile phone number and ask him to find someone who understands Chinese to negotiate with me and terminate the attack on the Demon Empire. As for the other seven countries, let's destroy it."
"Okay, I will do whatever you say, boss." The emperor shrugged, not even asking.
After about 5 minutes, a familiar voice rang out from Zhang Mu's phone. This person was Zhou Bin, who was sitting in the room for dinner with him not long ago.
"You, are you a ten-winged angel..." Zhou Bin's hand holding the phone trembled a little. Twelve-winged angel, that's a big figure at the level of myth!
"Who are you?" Zhang Mu lowered his voice.
"I, I am the 'eternal Bin'... it was the boss of the great devil who asked me to come to you to negotiate... About the Yanhuang Kingdom... the attack on our Demon Empire... you see, can we still discuss... harmony is precious... peace is precious..."
Chapter completed!