"Generally speaking, this Culisman is still very good. At least Karl has become like this under his governance. The people are rich and the country is strong!" Zhao Qiang said.
Zhang Feng said: "But it is precisely because of this that there is a fatal risk. If there is no capable person to take care of him after his death, Carl will fall into war again!"
"Think about it, it's really like this!" Zhao Qiang nodded and said.
"No matter what happens, we will do some business here. If it's chaos, you will take charge of the situation. If it's peace, let Yun Feng do it!" Zhang Feng said.
"It's me again..."
Zhao Qiang was unhappy. Was that what he meant when he went to Wanda Old Beggar? Look, several years have passed and basically nothing has changed. Doesn’t this mean that I, Zhao Qiang, am not capable enough
If he were still working for Karl, wouldn't it be true that Karl was still like that in the end, which truly verified his incompetence
"What? Do you have any objections?"
"No, no, how dare I have an opinion..." Zhao Qiang said with a grimace, "It's very appropriate to let the Yunfeng Group come in. There is still something to be gained in this world of Carl!"
Zhang Feng said: "If we hadn't met Abdul on the plane that day, we wouldn't have come to Carl, we would just be passing by!"
"Wouldn't that mean we'd lose a big business?"
"That's not how the accounts are calculated. Wanda's business has not been handled well. It is difficult for us to take care of Carl's business. But since we encounter it, let's take it by the way. Just treat it as handing over a friend!"
"Haha, if it weren't for us, Abudu would have died long ago!"
"Come to think of it, this is really the case!"
"I wonder what's going on with Hitola? I'm quite concerned about it. Otherwise, if Karl gets into trouble, I'll be the one to do it. I hope for peace!"
"It's up to him, there's nothing we can do!" Zhang Feng said: "The old king is not a fool. If Uguwela comes to power, Karl is likely to be in chaos. Their own forces and other places will come when the time comes. Yes, this place will become the second Wanda or Soma!"
"Now that Hitola has shown his abilities, I believe the old king is happy!" Zhang Feng said.
"Is this really the case?" Zhao Qiang doubted.
"We'll see!"
Zhang Feng looked at the scenery on the beach, with the blue sky, vast sea, and graceful beauties, feeling very peaceful.
…
Hitola's side was not so peaceful. He was very nervous and had not been around for some years.
When we come to the palace, the palace has not changed much. The only thing that has changed is the guards here. They are constantly changing to ensure the safety of the palace.
"Prince Hitora, this way please..."
Walking in front was a beautiful palace receptionist, but Hitola didn't know her name.
After walking through several low buildings and corridors, you arrived at a luxurious palace. Guards stood outside, similar to maids.
"Prince Hitola, His Majesty the King is inside, he is waiting for you!"
Hitola said: "Okay, thank you... "
The beautiful receptionist smiled and said: "Prince Hitola, please come with me, Mr. Liad!"
She was very surprised. This prince was very kind and should be easy to talk to. However, his reputation was not very good. I wonder if that was the case? Is it a rumor
But the eldest prince Uguwela was very bad. He always stared at her every time he came here, and once even pulled her to the garage.
"Okay!" Liad responded and followed the beauty.
Hitola stood here looking inside, thinking about the scene when he came last time.
The last time was probably ten years ago. It was my father's eightieth birthday. The hall was full of people. He became a marginalized figure and received all the cold looks. His father didn't even look at the gifts he brought out and threw them in the corner. Here, after the banquet, he found that his gift had been swept away as garbage.
He would never forget that moment.
But what can he do? He doesn't need vanity, flattery, or fake feelings. Being treated as a marginal figure is exactly what he wants, so that others don't notice him.
"Prince Hitora..."
Someone called from the side, it was Gudris, the captain of the guard.
"Oh, okay, thank you Gudris!" Hitola said.
The tone was still very low-key, without any airs, which made Gudris still feel that Hitola was still the prince who couldn't hold up the wall at this time.
But today, Gudris suddenly felt that Prince Hitola had changed, and he couldn't tell what kind of person he had become.
Watching Shitola go in, Gudris sent a message to Ugwuweila.
Hitola felt that her feet were heavy, as if she couldn't move her legs. Scenes from the past played out in her mind like a dream.
"Prince Hitola, this way..."
Fortunately, there was someone in front to guide him in, otherwise he would
He didn't know the way, and he had never gone to the back of the hall.
Behind it is where the old king lived.
These old kings are in poor health and have never left here unless there is something very important.
The world's top medical team is here to treat his body. He has relied on these doctors to stay alive for many years. Almost all the organs in his body have been replaced, including his eyes.
Just the medical expenses are tens of millions every year, which is a huge cost.
"this way please!"
After walking through many corridors, we finally came to a small garden full of green plants. In the middle of the garden was a small attic. There were two female gardeners repairing the flowers and plants. When they saw Shitola's arrival, they hurriedly took action.
"Prince Hitora!"
Hitola nodded in response: "Well, you guys get busy!"
"yes!"
They suddenly felt that Prince Hitola had changed. He had become confident and approachable, unlike Prince Uguwela, who was aloof and domineering.
"Your Highness, this way!"
"good!"
After entering the small attic, the doctor inside disinfected Hitola's body and put on clean clothes before entering.
Hitola walked in carefully. There were two doctors inside. There was a big bed in the middle of the large bedroom, and a skinny old man was lying on the big bed.
"Prince Hitola, His Majesty the King will have a rest in half an hour, and we cannot make His Majesty the King angry!" The doctor said coldly and went out.
"Yes!" Hitora responded.
There were only two people here. Hitola took a few steps forward and knelt down on one knee, placing her right hand on her chest and lowering her head.
This is the highest etiquette of the Carl Knights that has been inherited from ancient times. He was awarded the Knight Medal during the coming-of-age ceremony of Hitora. Although it was just a formality, the process was gone and he was a knight.
"What are you doing?"
The old man on the bed opened his eyes.
"Father, I will always be your knight and will never change. I will rush wherever your sword points..."
Hitola expressed his intention, and it was most appropriate to express it in this form. The old king was a knight when he was young, and he relied on the knights as the basis for his success.
"Say it!" The old king closed his eyes.
It’s time to get down to business.