Chapter 3628 Still want to struggle?
As soon as Liu Mingzhi finished speaking, he raised his right hand with a frown and patted the chair on the side gently.
"But, uncle, you said it yourself, there is only a possibility that Crich would do such a thing.
It's just possible, which means it's not suitable for certainty.
Then the question arises, who among us can guarantee that Crich will secretly inform the kings of the Western countries about my true intentions?
Is it me, the young master, who can guarantee it? Or can you guys guarantee it?
Uncle, don’t you think it’s a bit too biased to unilaterally think the worst about Crich’s virtue and character just by relying on the words “possible”?
?”
Nangong Ye heard Liu Dashao's last question, and pursed his lips several times with an expression on his face. He didn't know how to answer this question for a while.
After frowning and pondering for a moment, he looked at Young Master Liu and replied in a deep voice: "Zhi'er, to be honest, uncle, I don't have much prejudice against Krich.
Not only did he have no prejudice, but he also admired his ability.
Ask yourself, if I were in my place, I would be in his position.
In many things, I may not be able to do better than him.
There is even a huge possibility that we will be slightly inferior to him."
Seeing that Nangong Ye actually said such words, Liu Mingzhi quickly stopped slapping the chair, smiled lightly and waved gently to Nangong Ye.
"uncle."
"Hey, Zhi'er?"
"Uncle, you must not belittle yourself!
As the saying goes, there are specializations in the arts, and everyone has different abilities. Similarly, everyone's areas of expertise are also different.
Frankly speaking, when it comes to business matters, uncle, your ability is indeed slightly inferior to that of Crich.
However, if it were a matter of leading troops to fight, your ability would be much better than that of Krich.
It is not an exaggeration to say that if we talk about the ability to unite troops in combat and organize troops.
Even if ten kirichs are tied together, they may not be able to defeat you alone.
This is what is called specialization in the art industry.
So, uncle, what do you have to belittle yourself for?
After all, a ruler is short and an inch is long."
When Young Master Liu said this, he chuckled and shook his head, casually put his hands behind his back and continued to wander back and forth.
"Uncle, when it comes to this kind of problem, don't say it's you. Even if it's me, wouldn't it be the same for me?
You must know that this young master, I am the current emperor of our Great Dragon Heavenly Dynasty, the king of a country!
But what happened to the king of a country?
You let me, young master, govern the world. As the king of a country, I can naturally handle some related matters in an orderly manner.
However, if you ask me, young master, to do blacksmithing, plowing, fishing, weaving, making wine... and a series of other things.
In these matters, who can I compare to, young master?
Master, can I be better than a blacksmith? Or can I be better than a fisherman?
Or can it be compared to those common people who have their own strengths in various things?
In this world, is there anyone who knows how to do anything and is proficient in everything?
If a person can really do this, then he cannot be called a human being."
Young Master Liu walked to the table and stopped in a hurry. He reached out and picked up the tea on the table and took a sip to moisten his dry throat.
"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about these digressions for now."
Young Master Liu put down the teacup in his hand, casually grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and turned to look at Nangong Ye, who had already lit another pot of shredded tobacco.
"Uncle, please continue to express your thoughts!"
Nangong Ye gently took a puff of the cigarette and slowly stood up from the chair.
"Mingzhi, uncle, I just told you that I personally don't have any big prejudice against Creech.
The topic I raised before was purely because I felt it was necessary to be on guard against others.
As the saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.
Before he truly became one of our own, uncle, I was skeptical about him.
This shouldn’t be too much, right?”
Liu Mingzhi lowered his head and spit out the melon seed shell on the tip of his tongue, and smiled and nodded gently to Nangong Ye.
"Not too much, not at all.
Just as you said, uncle, Crich is not one of ours after all.
Uncle, it’s just human nature for you to doubt what he said.”
After hearing the words of recognition he wanted from Young Master Liu, Nangong Ye let out a long sigh of relief with a relaxed expression.
"Zhi'er, you just asked me how many of us there are, who among us can guarantee that Krich will definitely betray you, Zhi'er!
We really can't make any assumptions about this.
But!
By the same token, who among us can guarantee that Crich will never do this?"
As soon as the words in Nangong Ye's mouth fell, Young Master Liu's expression suddenly became serious.
"Zhi'er, you are the Emperor of our Great Dragon Heavenly Dynasty!
Every thought you have and everything you do are all related to our Dalong country!
When it comes to matters related to our country, Dalong Jiangshan, even if it is a small matter, we should not be careless!"
Nangong Ye's tone when he spoke became heavier and heavier every time.
Every word he said was more serious than every word.
Young Master Liu looked at the extremely solemn expression on Nangong Ye's old face, gently patted the melon seed crumbs on his hands twice, and narrowed his eyes slightly in silence.
When Qi Yun, Song Qing and others saw this situation, they immediately relaxed their movements.
Even Ren Qingrui and Xiaocutie, who were whispering, quickly closed their red lips and stopped talking tacitly.
After a long time.
Young Master Liu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways and casually picked up the dry tobacco bag that he had thrown on the table.
Then, while skillfully filling the tobacco pot with shredded tobacco, he walked towards Nangong Ye with steady and powerful steps.
When Song Qing saw this, he immediately picked up the matchbox and lit a match, then raised his hand and handed it to Young Master Liu.
"Third brother, nah."
Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and nodded, then leaned forward and lit his own cigarette pot.
"call."
Young Master Liu took a puff of dry smoke and walked to Nangong Ye's side with a smile and stopped.
"uncle."
"Well, Zhi'er, tell me."
"Uncle, I think there is one thing you haven't figured out yet."
"Huh? What happened?"
"Uncle, why do you think that it must be a bad thing if Crich secretly informed the kings of the Western countries of my true intention to this young master?"
The look on Nangong Ye's face suddenly froze, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.
"Ah? What?"
To be continued...