The Rise of the God of War

"Hehe! Where did you say it! We are both from China, why should we say that?"

Han Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

After Li Zongren heard this, there was no other expression on his face.

Just pick up the glass and drink it down.

When the chairman heard Han Ling's answer, he didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but he understood in his heart.

Sure enough, Han Ling couldn't bully him when he was young.

"Minghan! You are amazing! You have assembled such a team in such a short period of time! There are even airplanes and airships. How did you get these things? Did you produce them yourself?"

The chairman seemed to ask casually.

"The chairman is really supernatural! He even knows these things. But tonight we will only talk about the affair, not about other things! When we have time in the future, the two of us will have a good discussion!"

Han Ling replied with a smile.

It's just that this sentence made the chairman and the warlords smile bitterly.

This Han Ling really knows how to pretend.

At the same time, they also had a preliminary understanding of Han Ling's character!

That is the war maniac!

Feels like a war madman.

When I asked a little bit about the source of his weapons, he actually threatened war.

Learn from each other?

Still two to learn from each other?

What to learn from?

The sparring between the warlords is naturally the sparring of the army.

Let my army fight your army, isn't this a war?

Han Ling's meaning was obvious.

Don't ask, if you really want to know, you can!

When you have time, everyone pull out your own army and fight a few games. If you beat me, you will know.

It's just that few of the current Pingyuan Army and faction warlords in China want to confront the Pingyuan Army.

It's a plane and a heavy artillery.

As far as these two things are concerned, they are unsolvable existences.

If you compete with him, then you have to be prepared for the danger of being eaten.

The state banquet ended amidst the chatter and laughter of the crowd.

Those ministers and ambassadors from various countries have been slowly observing Han Ling.

From time to time, there are two Westerners who are close to each other and talk together.

Jiang Baili sat on the edge of the hall, slowly eating the food on his short table while observing Han Ling.

When the state banquet was over, all the people went back in a daze.

Han Ling was also planning to leave, but Zhang Hanqing stopped him.

"Han Qing, what's the matter?"

The state banquet was over, and Han Ling returned to his normal appearance.

As for the drunk look at the state banquet.

It's just pretending to be drunk!

How many will not!

"Master! What do you think of the incident just now?"

Zhang Hanqing pondered for a long time before asking.

"That document just now? That document? What is it?"

Han Ling asked with a frown.

Just now he read several documents in a row and dealt with several things.

"It's the anti-Japanese sympathy group formed by those actors from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions. Those who come to Beiping to fight for the anti-Japanese war will be benefit performances and interviews by those reporters!"

"That's what you're talking about! But didn't I agree? Let them come back after the Spring Festival! What's wrong?"

Han Ling asked curiously.

"Well, can you make it a little earlier! Just promise them to come to Peking on the eve of the Spring Festival!"

Zhang Hanqing was twisted, not like his usual style at all.

Han Ling's curiosity came.