Chapter 1,22 Madman

An outstanding and outstanding southern elite, a mentally ill young master of the Wu family.

No matter how you look at these two people, it is impossible for them to be married together, and it is even more impossible for them to become husband and wife in political marriage. Unless Nan Changshou is confused, at least in Yue Xiaoxiao's opinion, this is true, but Zhao Heng's back looks endlessly lonely, and he seems to believe that Nan Qingwan will marry Wu Xiaguo.

"Still worry about what happened in the morning?"

Yue Xiaoxiao knew the ambiguity between Zhao Heng and Nan Qingwan, so she took a step forward and held his shoulder: "Even if you don't believe in Mr. Nan, you should believe in Miss Nan's character. She will never surrender to political marriage easily. How could a strange woman like her like Wu Xiaguo?"

Speaking of this, she also comforted her softly: "And didn't Nan chant Buddha's name to stop this with all his might? He and Nan Qingwan are in the top elite in the Nan Clan. The two joined forces to oppose this matter at least 70% sure. Besides, Nan Changshou is not old and confused, so you don't need to be too anxious about this matter."

"The West Family is seeking profit, and the North System values ​​power,,,,"

Zhao Heng didn't know why he was in a low mood. He obviously had no vows with Nan Qingwan and did not spend much time together. However, when he heard Nan Qingwan marrying, he felt like a thorn in his heart: "Old Nan is a good name, and a Nobel Peace Prize is a fatal temptation to him."

Yue Xiaoxiao's body shook slightly, and Zhao Heng reminded her that she also understood the deeper things. Nan Changshou was splashed with red paint in Hong Kong and maintained her demeanor. Not only did she not pursue the perpetrator's behavior, but the Hong Kong police also asked the Hong Kong police to release the murderer, which shows how important he is to his reputation.

"Nan Chanting Buddha said that he would do his best to stop this."

Zhao Heng glanced over the clock in the wheelchair and his voice came out in a flat mood: "But eleven hours have passed, he still didn't tell me the good news. There is no doubt that the situation is quite unoptimistic. Of course, Nan Qingwan can fight against his own destiny, but it is vulnerable to Mr. Nan."

Unless Nan Changshou refused to agree to this political marriage, it would be difficult for Nan Qingwan to escape the fate of marrying, not to mention that in Zhao Heng's information, the Wu family was once a general of the Hawks in the Northern Division. It was only when the head of the Wu family offended Bei Wujiang and was kicked to Yunnan to guard by the Northern Division.

As for why the Wu family offended Bei Wujiang, no one knew, but the Wu family went to Yunnan without decline, but instead rose rapidly with the military power in their hands. More than ten years have passed, and the Wu family in Yunnan may not be as powerful as the Du family in the Huahai, nor does it have the prestige of Dongfang Xiong in the army.

But the Wu family can be regarded as a local snake like Murong Xuan.

With the other party's background and the match between the Jiang faction and the East Corps, Nan Changshou easily sacrificed Nan Qingwan to ease the current situation. Moreover, the Nobel Peace Prize is better than anything else. Compared to Nan Qingwan, what is more moving and yearning for than leaving a name in history?

Yue Xiaoxiao let out a long breath and thought for a while to add: "Let's take a look at the news about Mr. Nan and the others first. If we really can't escape or shirk it, we will arrange for Miss Nan to leave China. If it is risky to go to other Western countries, let's let her go to Jianmen to hide."

Zhao Heng sighed: I really have reached that point, I don’t know if I can reach that point.

"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!"

Just as Zhao Heng and Yue Xiaoxiao were slightly silent, Nan chanting Buddha's name walked in from outside for a long time. While pulling open the collar of his shirt, his face turned gloomy and angry: "Grandpa is so confused. He actually agreed to Jiang Zhonghua's proposal for marriage. I don't know what he was thinking."

When Yue Xiaoxiao heard this, he realized that Zhao Heng's guess was bloody reality. Nan Changshou could not control himself in the face of the Nobel Peace Prize. However, Zhao Heng calmed down in an instant. Facing the unchangeable fact, he could always calm down quickly: "Mr. Nan, don't get angry, drink a little hot water to moisten your throat."

He could hear Nan's voice chanting Buddha's name hoarseness. Obviously, he had a lot of arguments with Nan Changshou today. Nan's name chanting Buddha's name received a cup of warm water, poured it into his throat and sighed: "Zhao Heng, I'm sorry, I can't stop my grandfather. Grandpa's eyes were fascinated by an illusory Nobel Peace Prize."

Nan Nianbu naturally knew the relationship between Aunt Wan and Zhao Heng. It seemed that the two generations were a bit ridiculous and criticized, but he was not disgusted with the love between men and women who were willing to do so, so he apologized for not stopping his grandfather from helping Zhao Hengsheng: "Grandpa can't listen to me at all now."

He smiled bitterly: "I analyzed the hostile relationship between the two sides with him, and pointed out Jiang Polang's wolf ambitions. I also told the Long family that the storm was irreconcilable, but my grandfather said that this was an opportunity to reconcile both sides. Once both sides became in-laws, the former hostility would be weakened even if it could not be resolved."

Once a person is blinded by interests, his mind will be obscured.

"Jiang Polang does have two ways to separate the measures."

Zhao Heng leaned on the chair and asked Yue Xiaoxiao to pour a cup of tea. He lowered his head and sipped in a sip and said, "Not to mention that he knew about Nan Laohao's sip. The award of the Nobel Peace Prize alone makes people sigh at his energy and methods. How many people can influence the Nobel Organizing Committee?"

Although the Nobel Peace Prize does not have much technical content and the warlike US President Obama has also won the prize, no one in China, which is wary of Western countries, has ever won it. Except for President Ye who is the Nobel Prize in Literature, the Peace Prize is still in a blank area and is of great significance.

If Nan Changshou wins this award, it will be famous in history. Therefore, it is not surprising that Nan Changshou is attracted to it, but why should Jiang Polang use it for a transaction? The Nobel Organizing Committee is not his. Nan chants the Buddha's name for a while, and his body is instantly straight: "Zhou Family of Runan?"

“Eight out of ten.”

Zhao Heng also thought of this layer, and the corner of his mouth couldn't stop touching: "But if our guess is true, then Zhou's energy is too terrifying. Even the Nobel Organizing Committee can control it. What else can't be controlled in the world? But why did he use Nan Qingwan as a gap?"

Zhao Heng slowly finished drinking the tea in the cup. He was thinking about the universe, and at first he was a little confused and confused. He didn't know why the East Group of the Zhou Jiang faction had to tempt Nan Changshou with the Peace Prize and let Nan Qingwan marry a mentally ill boy from the Wu family. This benefit was not worthwhile.

It would be a bit reliable if Nan Qingwan wanted to marry Jiang Polang. As Zhao Heng thoughts turned, he suddenly thought of Heshi Bi. His eyes lit up and understood Jiang Polang and his friends' intentions. All conspiracies and all detours were ultimately directed at Heshi Bi, and the other party would exchange it.

After thinking through this, Zhao Heng suddenly realized.

The strategy of breaking the enemy will be clear.

"Young Master Heng, Mr. Wu, the Prince of Wu Xia, asked for a meeting."

Just as Zhao Heng was wondering whether to tell Nan Nian Buddha to deal with the plan, a Hengmen guard ran over quickly and threw a bombshell at Zhao Heng. Several people's eyes narrowed almost at the same time. They didn't know what Wu Xiaguo came here for, so the three of them went out together to see each other.

It was Wu Xiaguo who had seen and fought against each other in the morning, and he was still in a proud manner. However, he did not bring a bunch of people here this time, but just stood alone at the gate of Hengmen. When he saw Zhao Heng and Nan chanting Buddha's name, he smiled slightly, and then glanced over and over.

"Mr. Wu, what's the big deal?"

Zhao Heng tapped his fingers on the wheelchair and said in a plain voice: "Are you looking for death?" The two sides had already argued to such an extent in the morning, and their positions and identities were different, so Zhao Heng was too lazy to even greet him: "If you really want to seek death, I don't mind burying you in the back garden."

"I like her."

Wu Xia's Mandarin is not astonishing as he keeps his life. He pointed at him and said: "I don't like Nan Qingwan, nor do I like the leading actress. I only like this woman. Zhao Heng, if you give her to me, I can be a cow and a horse for you, and I can even charge for you."

His words made the atmosphere solemn, but Zhao Heng and Nan did not feel that Wu Xiaguo was joking. He had a pathological persistence and seriousness. Even if the Xiaoxiao looked at him with cold eyes, he still looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water:

"I will give up Nan Qingwan if I want to marry her."

Wu Xiaguo also stretched out his hand and slashed: "I will help you kill the unsatisfactory people." The murderous aura and chill that appeared on him made Zhao Heng and the others believe that he was serious. Thinking of his relationship with Jiang Polang, and then his passion for Yue Xiaoxiao, Nan Guan Buddha almost cursed him for a crazy thing.

Fortunately, he remembered it in time and was really a lunatic.

"I want to kill someone, why do you need your hands?"

Zhao Heng waved his finger: "For the sake of your illness, get out! If you don't leave, you should never leave!" As Zhao Heng's cold command issued, more than ten men in black with indifferent expressions flashed around him, and they carried their knives and walked slowly around him, faintly surrounding Wu Xiaguo.

The look of Zhao's guard became even more fierce.

Zhao Heng did not take action immediately, but really considered his condition, for fear of killing Wu Xiaguo at the door to cause criticism. Then he would detain public opinion that even the patient would be killed. Even if he had no reputation, the old man would be in trouble, so Zhao Heng thought about it and just wanted to drive him away.

Although Wu Xiaguo is sick and sometimes ridiculous in doing things, his nerves are mostly clear. When he sees the murderous intent bursting into Zhao Heng's eyes, he trembles slightly. No matter how crazy or crazy he can feel Zhao Heng's endless chill, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Okay, I'll leave right away."

"But you can think about it."

He said lightly: "I can kill Jiang Polang."

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