Sikong Jian picked up on his own father, and he was not soft-spoken.
Anyway, if Sikong Yao is not comfortable, he will have double the happiness.
Feng Ting, who was beside him, closed his sharp and narrow eyes, did not speak, but expressed his position in silence.
He very much agrees with Si Kongjian's statement.
"You, you..." Sikong Yao hesitated for a long time, then let out a depressed sigh, and let out a cruel sentence.
"Hmph, if, as you said, regardless of their situation, if continent o and continent o are forced to join forces to suppress our country z, can you bear the responsibility?"
Sikong Jian leaned back, his arms casually resting on the back of the chair, very arrogant.
"Since Chief Sikong is so good at talking, then you can ask Miss Lu Mian for special medicine, see if she will give it to you!"
"..."
After Sikong Yao was taught to be a man, how dare he go to Lu Mian.
If you go there, you will only end up being beaten back.
Although the Yun family is not a super big family now, the Yun family is very powerful. Yun Sang dared to be disrespectful to the president, and Lu Mian turned a blind eye to the president's request. As the chief, he could have some face.
Moreover, I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Lu Mian was somewhat hostile towards him...
Si Kongyao shook his head speechlessly, unable to argue against his son, he could only look at the president for help.
"Mr. President, you can only come forward in this matter. If you ask Lu Mian, she will definitely agree. This is a major matter related to the country's reputation, honor, and economic development. Lu Mian has the responsibility to hand over the special medicine Otherwise, what's the use of having her as the richest man?"
In the final analysis, Feng Ting had to come forward.
The sarcasm at the corner of Sikong Jian's mouth grew stronger.
The other senior officials looked at them back and forth, looking at each other in blank dismay.
The relationship between Sikong Translator and Chief Sikong is so strange. It is obviously a father-son relationship, but every time they meet, they will be tit-for-tat.
Moreover, they discovered something even weirder.
When the two people are not talking, they look somewhat similar...
This matter was finally pushed to Feng Ting.
Feng Ting was not angry, but seemed a little more interested.
"I talked to Lu Mian about the special medicine, and the result was the same. However, she is not monolithic." He privately felt that someone should be able to convince her.
He could fight for it.
If Lu Mian agrees, he will take the special medicine to negotiate terms with the country and the emperor o, trying to win a more favorable situation for country Z.
If Lu Mian disagrees, then forget it.
But this process of striving cannot be missed.
As president, he always has something to do.
"Let me take care of this matter." Feng Ting said as he took out his phone and sent a text message with a blank expression.
Sikong Yao nodded in agreement.
"If Mr. President comes forward, this matter will definitely be fine."
Other high-level officials also echoed.
"Mr. President has broken his heart for country Z. You have to do this kind of thing yourself. You are really a role model for us."
"I am deeply ashamed, and I only hope that I can contribute more to Mr. President and the country in other matters."
Si Kongjian: ...
He turned his head and glanced at the first president who was concentrating on sending text messages. The more he looked, the less he looked like a serious businessman, and he muttered again in his heart.
Does Feng Ting have any wrong thoughts about Mianmian
He had already reminded Feng Ting, it can't be like this!
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The old house of the Yun family.
Standing at the entrance, Lu Mian zipped the zipper of the windbreaker from the bottom to the top, and the collar was turned up, covering her delicate and beautiful jawline.
Yun Zhishu came over and patiently folded off Lu Mian's collar.
It was folded neatly and neatly, just like a school uniform.
Lu Mian didn't resist either, and let Yun Zhishu do whatever he wanted.
"Mianmian, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"
"No, I should have dinner at Xiao's." Lu Mian said while knotting the drawstring around her waist.
"Oh." Yun Zhishu pouted, "Qi Zhen's cooking is quite delicious, better than mine."
Lu Mian was also upright, and didn't hear the sourness in these words, "Indeed, Mama Xiao is very good at cooking."
Yun Zhishu: ...
The woman's face, like flipping through a book, immediately became a little unhappy.
Lu Mian pursed her lips and pondered for a while.
"Mom... Aren't you and Xiao's mother best friends? The Tieci kind?"