The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1535
Dragon country.

Kyoto.

Vientiane Garden Cemetery.

Wearing a black formal suit, Song Luoshen pushed the door and got out of the car, holding a bouquet of lilies in his hand, and walked towards the cemetery.

Because it was only the second time, she walked around the vast cemetery for a while before she found her destination, but someone had already arrived before her at the tombstone.

Glancing at the back figure sitting in the wheelchair, she took the lily and walked over there in an unhurried pace.

Hearing footsteps, Zishu turned his head and took a look.

But the man on the wheel she was supporting remained unmoved, still staring at the tombstone in a daze.

Zishu didn't block it and let the opponent approach.

God Song Luo walked to the tombstone as if no one was around, stopped, stood side by side with the wheelchair, bent down, and placed the lily in front of the tomb.

This tomb is not very grand and spectacular, and it is not inconspicuous in this cemetery, but inside lies a woman who was once wealthy and well-known throughout the country.

"Is Director Song not going to work today?"

The man on the wheel spoke softly, his eyes were still looking at the stone tablet in front of him.

"Today is the weekend, a public holiday."

Song Luoshen looked at the tombstone without squinting, but the difference was that she was standing while the other was sitting.

"Oh, I haven't gone out for a long time, I'm almost a useless person, I even forgot today's date."

The man in the wheelchair smiled, seemingly mocking himself, and finally turned his head to look at his former deputy.

"Weiyang once caused a lot of trouble to your Song family, but you are still willing to visit her. Director Song's mind is really admirable."

Indeed, the woman lying on the ground used to be in charge of the Huangrui Group, the aircraft carrier of Long’s private enterprise. She and the Song Group are the most shining twin stars in the business world of Long Kingdom, and they are also the biggest competitors of each other. There have been fights, and Song Luoshen, who was once the heir of the Song Group, and the late head of Huangrui are really not friends.

"That's all in the past. Now that I'm no longer working in the Song Corporation, and Huangrui has changed the head of the company, why bother to worry about right and wrong that have become history."

God Song Luo withdrew his gaze from the tombstone, turned his head, and looked at the man in the wheelchair,

"Besides, the main purpose of my coming today is to find you."

"Find me?"

The man who was once honored as the prince by the entire capital city seemed a little surprised, and then smiled slightly.

"If you're looking for me, why bother traveling all the way, just let me know and I'll come to visit you."

Song Luoshen looked at him and remained silent.

"Ok."

The man in the wheelchair sighed softly, then asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

One leg was crippled, and he was permanently disabled. He became a cripple. Although he was not forced to leave his hometown, he seemed to be even more miserable than the old young man of the Li family. One day in the future, the prince of the Cao family, who will be in charge of fighting, has no resentment.

But win or lose.

"Soon, the Grand Ceremony of the Kingdom is coming. Mr. Cao has worked so hard, and the higher-ups warmly invite Mr. Cao to participate in the ceremony, so I'm here to ask Mr. Cao for his opinion."

Hearing this, Cao Xiuge's smile became more intense, and he did not feel the depression after a crushing defeat at all.

"You said it all, what you want to ask is my grandfather, why did you come to ask me?"

Song Luoshen looked at him and fell silent again.

Although she described it as an invitation, it was actually a need.

After all, the grand ceremony of the country is oriented to the world. When the time comes, it is to show the unity and prosperity of our country to domestic and foreign countries.

On this occasion, some old comrades need to show up.

As for Mr. Cao, he was the one who should appear at the grand ceremony.

Of course, with Mr. Cao's structure, if it was in the past, even if he failed, he would not refuse when the country needed him, but the situation is different now.

The only male in the Cao family has become a useless man who can only sit in a wheelchair. In this case, it is difficult to guarantee that Mr. Cao can still take care of the overall situation.

The upper management may also be unable to communicate with Cao Lao in person out of some kind of guilt, so she can only consult from the side.

"If I reject you, will you lose a point?"

Cao Xiuge asked with a smile again.

"I, like you, hope that the country will be strong."

Song Luoshen turned a deaf ear and answered the wrong question.

Cao Xiuge had brilliant arcs and playful eyes, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he didn't say what he wanted to say.

"Don't worry, I understand my grandfather's personality. Xiaojia will never be as good as everyone. As long as the country needs it, he will never refuse."

He turned around.

"Thank you."

Song Luoshen nodded, and looked at the tombstone again.

"The deceased is gone, this is her own choice, you don't need to be too obsessed."

Cao Xiuge focused his eyes on the photo that hadn't faded, and his smile slowly disappeared.

"I'm an ordinary person, and I'm not worth your trouble. Instead of comforting me, I'd rather focus on Hong Kong City's affairs."

Although he lives in seclusion now, the turmoil in Hong Kong City is raging, and it is well known both at home and abroad, so it is inevitable for him to hear about it.

"What's your opinion?"

Song Luoshen asked softly.

This time, Cao Xiuge was not stingy with his words.

"In troubled times, heavy codes should be used, and it is wishful thinking to use righteousness to influence those ignorant mobs. Those who betray their ancestors will be punished by everyone."

"Do you know what traitors are most afraid of?"

Cao Xiuge spoke softly.

Song Luoshen glanced at him.

"what?"

"I'm most afraid of death."

Cao Xiuge's tone was calm.

"Decades ago, those traitors were not all lackeys because they were greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Also, you really can't just stand by and watch the chaos in the port city this time. The Xu family's "hard work" is indispensable for the chaos in the port city. Don't forget why the No. 1 gate of the port city is not suitable for a good landlord, but The transferred assets should be given to outsiders.”

Song Luoshen's eyes flickered, but he didn't pick up the topic, and seemed to be looking at the man who knew the world seriously.

"How about you come to be an aide?"

From ancient times to the present, there has been a kind of staff organization that advises the ruler. Today, it is described as a think tank.

"Are you hiring me?"

Cao Xiuge smiled.

Once upon a time, he also said similar things, also to this woman, but now the status has been completely reversed.

Song Luoshen nodded, with a calm expression, not like joking.

"You have the ability to stabilize the country, and it is everyone's loss to just bury it like this."

"Ding Guo Anbang?"

Cao Xiuge smiled brightly.

"It should be correct to say that it is a disaster for the country and the people."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to do it anymore. Now I think it's good to be an idle person."

"Really don't think about it?"

Cao Xiuge shook his head.

Zishu, who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end and didn't interrupt the conversation between the two, pushed the wheelchair in time, changed direction, passed behind Song Luoshen, and walked out of the cemetery.

"With your current status, you don't need an aide at all. Wait, wait for ten or twenty years, maybe we will have the opportunity to cooperate."

The voice gradually faded away.

Song Luoshen turned his head and watched the backs of a pair of master and servant.

(End of this chapter)