"Oh, are you leaving then?"
"I have a big business, so I don't care if I lose one or two alms packages."
After figuring out the crux of the problem, Wang Ye became more relaxed. For some reason, he still couldn't get used to smoking. He rummaged through the bag, found a cigar, cut off the front end, and lit it...
This thing is much better if it passes through the throat but not the lungs.
Of course, Wang Ye purely used it as a prop.
Zhang Ziliang's eyes widened when he saw Wang Ye's cigar, and for a moment he felt that the cigarette in his hand had lost its flavor.
"Is it easy to smoke?"
"There aren't many Cuban cigars like this in a ruined city, but they are rare."
"It's sold for exorbitant prices on the black market."
"Where did you buy it?"
He was as excited as a child seeing a new toy.
Wang Ye glanced at him lightly: "The wasteland is like my back garden. Isn't this something that can be taken casually?"
"To tell you the truth, I have a group of lovely old babies in the wasteland."
As he spoke, Wang Ye took out another goblet, a bottle of red wine that looked very high-end from the packaging, opened it, poured a glass, and shook it in front of Zhang Ziliang.
A fragrant fragrance spread to Zhang Ziliang's nose.
He sniffed hard, but the next second...
Wang Ye poured the red wine in the glass directly into the trash can.
"The cup is a little dirty and needs to be rinsed."
Wang Ye said lightly.
Zhang Ziliang's face darkened instantly.
Wang Ye seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked at Zhang Ziliang and said, "Hey, Minister Zhang, why haven't you left yet?"
"I'm here to wish you in advance that you will take office and be restored to your original position!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye poured another glass of red wine, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "This thing is not as delicious as I thought, it is very sour."
A look of disgust.
Zhang Ziliang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his face was filled with a flattering smile: "Mr. Wang, look at what you said, I just made a little joke with you."
"It is my honor, Xiao Zhang, to work under Mr. Wang's wise leadership!"
"I also hope that after I have served you, I will continue to serve your son and your grandson, and be your family's veteran minister for three generations."
...
You old fox, you beat around the bush and cursed yourself.
Wang Ye glanced at him, took out a large box of Cuban cigars, and smashed it on the ground with a thud.
"Want to smoke?"
"think!"
Zhang Ziliang nodded wildly.
"I'm still very curious about Heaven. Let's talk while smoking?"
Wang Ye said lightly.
Zhang Ziliang's half-stretched hand paused in mid-air, then retracted it without hesitation: "This craving for cigarettes suddenly disappeared."
"Then let me talk to you?"
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang with a smile.
"It's done!"
Zhang Ziliang chuckled, took a Cuban cigar, lit it, and took a strong puff: "It's cool! They say this thing is not good for the lungs, but what's the point of not being good for the lungs? It's comfortable!"
"Let me think about it, where do we start talking about heaven?"
"Nantianmen?"
"No, no, no, this is too easy. With Minister Zhang's intelligence, he must have known it a long time ago."
Wang Ye said as if talking to himself.
Zhang Ziliang suddenly sat upright and looked at Wang Ye, the amusement on his face gradually disappeared.
"Well, the King of Heaven?"
"The one sitting on the throne, so high up there?"
"No way, this information is too low-level."
"Working with Buddha?"
"It's still not enough."
"Minister Zhang, I know too little about Heaven."
"I don't know what it is like to have six awakenings or a broken hand."
"But what should I do?"
With that said, Wang Ye blinked his big eyes and looked at Zhang Ziliang, and said resentfully.
Zhang Ziliang's eyes already had a dazzling light at this time: "What else do you know?"
"I?"
"Haha, I know everything."
Wang Ye looked enigmatic and spoke with a calm demeanor, as if he could stir up the storm while talking and laughing.
"Now, I just want to hear something I don't know. Minister Zhang should understand what I mean."
Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Ziliang with deep meaning, then closed his eyes and said nothing.
...
Zhang Ziliang thought for a while: "Information exchange!"
"Then it depends on whether your information is worth the price."
Wang Ye still closed his eyes and said something leisurely, letting the cigar on his fingertips continue to burn. It even had a tendency to go out because he hadn't smoked it for a long time.
"Heaven, ancient power."
Zhang Ziliang organized his words and said the first sentence, but Wang Ye did not move.
Obviously, this is news that everyone knows.
"Heaven, there is still something left."
Wang Ye still didn't move.
"It's just that most people are sleeping."
In the third sentence, Wang Ye finally opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Ziliang: "What are they?"
Zhang Ziliang smiled lightly and remained silent.
"There is a severed hand in the wasteland. It is very strong. If Old Li Tou has used all his strength when defending the city, a slap from the severed hand can kill three of him."
"It should be from Heaven, or cooperation."
Wang Ye said.
Zhang Ziliang was not surprised, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. After a moment, he said: "I don't know exactly who is sleeping. But at least, I am sure that their king is still alive."
Is the most terrifying guy in heaven still there?
What a 'good' news.
Wang Ye frowned: "I discovered the Nantianmen, but it seems to have been separated from the heaven and is just a broken space."
Zhang Ziliang did not think about it: "Heaven is hostile to the underworld, cooperates with the Buddha Kingdom, and is planning something in the dark. I found out that they are currently mainly in the depths of the wasteland."
"Nantianmen has been sealed by me."
Wang Ye said again.
Zhang Ziliang did not answer the call this time, but fell into brief contemplation.
After a moment, he said cautiously: "There has been civil strife in Heaven!"
"That's right!"
"There was a group of people in Taoism who surrendered to heaven. Apart from them, I can't think of any other possibility."
Zhang Ziliang nodded, his expression getting colder.
"However, the current attitude of Daocheng is a bit ambiguous and something is wrong. I suspect it has something to do with Heavenly Court!"
Is there a problem in Daocheng too?
Wang Ye exhaled and said, "Heaven is also cultivating people with superpowers."
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