After a brief silence in the conference room, the senior executives left silently.
Watching them gradually leave, with only a few top executives left in the conference room, Grand Master Huang Qian looked at Mr. Wang: "Aren't you really curious about what is written in that cowhide scroll?"
The cowhide scroll is most likely the last words left by the first person before his death.
Maybe it’s about Daxia’s future development.
Or...the new first choice.
Zhao Xuejiang took a deep breath of smoke and said solemnly: "Zhao Haihuang is dead."
This is a reminder.
It reminds me that no one in Daxia is qualified to compete with Mr. Wang for the first place.
They have firmly grasped Daxia's power in their hands.
Huang Gan smiled: "Old Wang, what do you think?"
Zhao Xuejiang frowned slightly, but said nothing more.
Mr. Wang lowered his head and packed up the documents, then quietly turned around and walked outside. He did not answer Grand Master Huang Qian's words, but just said softly: "I'm going to make arrangements for the funeral of the first lady."
Mr. Wang left the office, Zhao Xuejiang stood up, patted Huang Gan on the shoulder, and left silently.
In the huge office, Grand Master Jiang Zhong was sitting on a chair, looking at the sixty-three-year-old Huang Qian with complicated eyes. After being silent for a long time, he slowly took out a photo and gently pushed it in front of Huang Qian.
The background of the photo is the Forbidden Palace in Beijing.
Four high-spirited middle-aged men stood side by side.
They are Wang Bu, Zhao Xuejiang, Huang Gan and Jiang Zhong when they were young.
At that time, they were well-known as hawkish middle-level people in Daxia. They all had a strong desire and ability to serve the country. They were known as the country's sharpest swordsmen and the youngest and most courageous middle-level people.
At that time, the dove faction represented by Zhao Haihuang was fighting openly and secretly with them every day.
This is a photo that reflects the glorious years of these elderly people.
Huang Gan looked down silently.
Jiang Zhong sighed softly, stood up, held the conference table and walked to Huang Gan, patted Huang Gan's shoulder gently and said, "Old man, I've been here with you, can't I go on with you?"
Huang Gan replied in a deep voice: "I just want to know what the old man said before he died and what was written in that cowhide scroll."
"So what if you know?" Jiang Zhong suddenly said something shocking: "Don't be fooled by some one-sided things. The reason why Daxia can stand today is entirely because of the support of the Chief of General Staff. Even if you If you can defeat Lao Wang, can you still get the Chief of General Staff to be on your side?"
Huang Qian was silent for a moment.
"The chief of general staff and Mr. Wang are each other's strongest backers."
After saying that, Jiang Zhong patted Huang Qian's shoulder heavily and prepared to leave.
"I won't give up until I give it a try!"
Huang Gan's voice sounded.
Jiang Zhong's back looked like a statue for a moment. After a long period of sluggishness, he seemed to become more aged in an instant, and he continued to walk forward with some staggering.
"But I won't hurt them."
Huang Qian assured.
With a bitter smile on his lips, Jiang Zhong walked forward silently and staggered before disappearing around the corner.
.......
It's snowing heavily and the trees are snow-capped in the Nanshan Cemetery in Beijing.
Qin Jue was wearing a black formal suit and a white paper flower on his chest, standing at the gate of the cemetery against the wind and snow.
As sad music played, soldiers in black uniforms slowly lifted the green wooden coffin carrying the deceased leader, and everyone walked in unison towards the depths of the cemetery.
The sound of eighteen pairs of hard-soled leather shoes stepping on the ground was consistent, breaking the heavy winter snow, breaking the icy soil, stepping into everyone's hearts, and stepping into the depths of the pine trees.
Qin Jue watched the green wood coffin in silence, with a deeper mourning deep in his indifferent eyes. His waist was as straight as a pine tree, and the three gold stars on his shoulders were slightly waving. He raised his arms and saluted the green wood coffin.
The military personnel present also saluted with Qin Jue.
The rest of the country's top officials bowed their heads slightly in silence.
Heavy snow gradually covers everyone's heart.
It wasn't until the sound of the coffin lid closing was heard deep in the cemetery that the silent silence was broken.
Qin Jue raised his eyes to look at the endless snowy sky. On this extremely ordinary day, using such a simple funeral to bid farewell to the old leader who had worked hard for the country all his life can be regarded as a reserved but profound romance of the nation of Daxia.
After the funeral, Qin Jue returned to Jiuquan City without stopping.
Generally speaking, there are many steps after the funeral, such as the sacrificial ceremony, praying for the old head's safety and health in the next life, such as attending a press conference to announce the death of the head to the people across the country, such as attending the Qiqi Festival held by the family seven days later, and adding The status of the first old man is really special. In terms of national security, information, government affairs, military, economy, etc., Qin Jue, the chief of the national general staff, general of the military, His Highness the Dragon King, is appointed as the Dragon King, and the governor of the five provinces south of the Yangtze River to deal with it.
Seeing Qin Jue leaving without hesitation, although the senior officials were unhappy, they all expressed their understanding when they thought that Qin Jue was doing it for the future of the country and the rejuvenation of the nation.
But the next second, Master Huang Qian also left silently, following Qin Jue.
"Master Huang, won't you stay to participate in the sacrificial ceremony?"
Someone raised his hand and asked.
Huang Gan has disappeared from people's sight.
"Ah, has Master Huang left already?"
"Why is Taishi Huang gone?"
"Perhaps Taishi Huang suddenly has something important to do."
Listening to the conversation of the senior executives, Zhao Xuejiang and Jiang Zhong looked in the direction Huang Gan was leaving. There were worries, confusion, anger, helplessness and other complex emotions in their eyes.
"It's okay." Mr. Wang suddenly greeted everyone: "Let's go to the sacrificial ceremony held by the old leader's family, and then hold a national high-level meeting to elect the next leader, so as to eliminate the negative impact of the old leader's death as soon as possible and ensure that the country remains on track. "
The senior executives nodded and followed Mr. Wang towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Outside the cemetery, not far away, Qin Jue was walking with long strides, the angel wings behind him had spread out, but he suddenly stopped and said without looking back: "Old Huang, we have followed you here, what do you want to say to me? explain?"
Qin Jue's indifferent eyes turned slightly, and he looked at Huang Qian behind him from the corner of his eye.
Huang Gan smiled: "Xiao Jue, I want to see the cowhide roll."
"no."
"Can't I do it?"
Huang Gan's eyes turned slightly cold.
Qin Jue still shook his head indifferently.
"Why?" Grand Master Huang Qian's pale beard trembled slightly, and his voice tried to remain calm: "What's the secret? Even the Grand Master of my country can't tell you."
"It's not against you. Even if Mr. Wang asks me for it, I won't give it to you."
Qin Jue replied calmly.
But his tone was like a hard stone, which made Huang Qian feel panicked.
"Xiao Jue, let me ask in another way." Huang Qian took a deep breath: "Before the old leader died, did you recommend anyone to be the next leader?"
There was a sense of expectation deep in Huang Gan's old eyes.
"No." Qin Jue shook his head indifferently, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and said calmly: "Before the death of the leader, he only thought about how to help Daxia rise and revive."
"He is a role model for our generation."
"My generation, including you, Mr. Huang."
After saying that, Qin Jue turned around and the wings on his back began to flutter.
Bang!
Suddenly, his shoulder was heavily grabbed by Master Huang Qian who rushed forward.
"Tell me!" Master Huang Qian's eyes turned red.
Qin Jue completely lost all patience.
At this critical moment, the dignified Grand Master was still thinking about meaningless things.
His wings fluttered violently, throwing Huang Gan to the ground, and he jumped into the snow-filled sky.
