The man's gaze is steady and powerful, as vast as the sea.
He smiled slightly, as if the clouds broke through the moon, the wind and snow finally stopped, and the light suddenly bloomed.
He has a very handsome appearance, but this smile almost captures all the hearts and souls.
Si Fuqing was captured by his eyes for a moment. After a long pause, she blinked: "The boss also knows this history very well?"
Yu Xiheng's tone was light and no emotion could be heard: "I have read several history books, which are very interesting."
"Okay, I haven't finished reading it yet." Si Fuqing held her chin, "I'll ask my boss for advice after I finish it."
Yu Xiheng didn't nod or shake his head, he just drank tea quietly.
The other hand tapped the table gently, his dark eyes darkening.
How could he not understand, that was an era he had personally experienced.
Every inch of this mountain and river is where he once stood and looked out.
It's just that time and space have changed.
Thoughtful and as wise as Emperor Yin, he never figured out why he came to the future of 1,500 years after death and was reborn.
It's like a dream.
But Yu Xiheng knew that this was true.
He saw Daxia 1,500 years later.
Maybe God knew about the dream he had before his death, took pity on him, and gave him an afterlife.
For him, the records in history books are not just rigid words, but proof that he lived.
There is no fun in watching future generations evaluate yourself.
Yu Xiheng has indeed read a lot of biographies and commentaries written about him, and there is no lack of praise, but there is also ridicule.
But when a person dies and scratches the dirt, he looks at it and passes away.
Those who criticize him and those who praise him are all things of the past.
I am happy to win, and happy to lose.
He never thought that a little girl could say such words.
It reminded him of someone.
In today's Daxia, science and technology are advanced and thousands of miles are prosperous.
He really has no regrets.
Si Fuqing was very full after eating this meal, and she leaned lazily on the chair: "I want to be a little fat person, and I can touch my belly when I have nothing to do."
Feng San put away the dishes with a wooden face.
He was used to Si Fuqing saying anything out of tune.
At this time, Yu Xiheng's eyes fell on her and finally said: "Where do you live?"
"Ah?" Si Fuqing raised his head and reported a location.
Yu Xi nodded and looked at Feng San.
Feng San understood immediately: "I'll send Miss Si off."
At the same time, I felt a little strange.
His Ninth Brother's attitude toward Miss Si became a little closer.
Si Fuqing packed his bag and blinked with fox eyes: "Boss, if I perform well, can I have a long-term contract?"
Yu Xiheng thought of her fierceness in the car, and recalled the shocking words she had said before, and laughed softly: "Let's see how you behave."
Si Fuqing was now satisfied, and she made a heartbeat happily: "Boss, I love you, I'll go change clothes first."
First catch one person and collect it, and then she will find another home after the collection is finished.
Anyway, she knows a lot of things, but she really can't set up a stall on the overpass.
She is really a little genius.
Si Fuqing jumped away and ran away.
Yu Xiheng suddenly said: "Does it look like it?"
Feng San looked serious: "Brother Jiu, what do you mean?"
In an instant, his mind began to search for suspicious objects from various major organizations, to see which agent or killer looked like Si Fuqing.
Although Feng San already had some affection for Si Fuqing, he was also ready to kill her on the spot.
Yu Xiheng raised her lips slightly: "Color-changing fox."
Feng San: "???"
What?
**
Si Fuqing came out after changing clothes, and Feng San also drove over.
This is a pure white car with still no logo and a very low-key style.
But as soon as he got in, Si Fuqing realized that this car was different.
She calmly put her hands on the car window sill.
There are at least three hidden weapons hidden here, let alone other complex mechanisms.
As long as someone dares to hijack this car, these hidden weapons will kill him in an instant.
Not only that, the outer shell of this car is also very hard, obviously made of special materials.
It seems that her boss has quite a lot of background.
Naturally, Si Fuqing didn't ask Feng San if he was from the Zhongzhou Mo family.
Although the Mohist school has stood for thousands of years, it is not an area that ordinary people can touch.
Feng San noticed her appraising gaze: "Miss Si, do you like this car?"
"It's just so-so." Si Fuqing leaned back and held his chin, "I can still improve further."
But her price is not low, and she won't just help others modify it casually.
Feng San was aroused to be competitive: "How to improve?"
This car was forged by the Mo family. It is priceless on the market. It was priced at one billion at the Zhongzhou auction.
Si Fuqing snapped his fingers and pointed at an airplane flying past in the sky: "Have you seen that Daxia 750?"
Feng San looked up and was stunned: "How do you know that is 750?"
"Simple, Jiangcheng International Airport only has two models, 750 and 349. This plane is flying east, that is to Donglinghai, so it must be a 750."
Feng San nodded subconsciously.
Si Fuqing tilted his head: "Give me three days, and I can make this plane fly directly to the Principality of Muston at a speed of 6,000 kilometers per hour."
The Principality of Muston is located in the very center of the Western Continent, more than 10,000 kilometers away from the border of the Daxia Empire.
Feng San's mouth twitched.
How could he be so confident that he could accept all of Miss Si's nonsense?
With a speed of 6,000 kilometers per hour, that is a rocket-powered experimental machine.
A research institute’s decades of hard work.
"When I get rich, I will also buy a car." Si Fuqing said slowly, "Your car drives too slowly and is no fun."
"..."
After Feng San sent Si Fuqing back to her small apartment, she almost ran away.
Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Young people can't bear it."
She closed the door, threw herself on the soft bed, and rolled around a few times.
Yu Xiheng paid her a salary of 100,000 yuan in advance, and she had already placed an order online and bought more than a dozen boxes of electronic parts and snacks.
It feels so good to have money.
Si Fuqing lay down for a while and went to the kitchen to cut the honeydew melon she just bought.
Then he came to the computer desk and opened his laptop.
Half a day has passed, and her name is still on the trending searches, and the scolding war on Weibo has reached a fever pitch.
Si Fuqing was very impressed that this kind of low-level fandom quarrel could last for so long.
While eating honeydew, she looked at the clamoring Lu Cheng fans with relish.
[Tianle Media didn’t say anything. It’s probably true, otherwise the rumor would have been refuted long ago.]
【Si Fuqing, get out of "Youth", get out!】
[Brother Yan was also silent, otherwise with his gentle temperament, how could he not come out and speak.]
[Can the program team come out and say something, is Si Fuqing really harassing our Brother Cheng! 】
Si Fuqing took a sip of water and slowly typed a new Weibo post.
There is only one word.
[@思富强V:Climb.]
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Good morning~~
From the beginning, you were thinking about Qingqing and Yinghuang meeting. If they met, Qingqing would probably hold Yaoyao's hand and say, "Let's ignore this stinky man. You see, I am the cutest one" (?
A world where only the male protagonist suffers appears!
ps: "Victory is a joy, defeat is also a joy" comes from Su Shi's "Guanqi"