"Zhang Ziliang!!!"
Zhao Hai took a deep breath and couldn't help but clenched his fists.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that Zhang Ziliang should be taken out again and stuffed back into the simple little coffin!
Pour it into your own luxury model and waste it.
Yang Chen continued to observe Zhao Hai's expression carefully and took out a piece of paper again.
"Haha, I'm very relieved that my coffin has not been opened now. Just kidding, there has never been any poison. I made these pills with 'Wuwei Dihuang Pills', which is a great tonic."
"Come on, Tianzhu, I'll leave it to you."
The last paragraph of this text is already a little crooked.
Obviously, when Zhang Ziliang wrote this, his physical strength was obviously exhausted.
For some reason, Zhao Hai's original resentment quietly disappeared when he saw this text.
He could even imagine a waning old man sitting at the table, with a slight smile on his face, coughing while writing this sentence.
...
But soon, Zhao Hai reacted.
When Zhang Ziliang's physical functions declined rapidly, he was always by his side and never left. In other words, he had no chance to write these things.
That is to say...
This was written by Zhang Ziliang a long time ago.
Even while he was still trapped in prison!
Old fox!
A miserable sale!
They are all dead and still so restless!
While he was still locked up in that dirty prison, he was already preparing to reform and use him.
Do you still have some conscience?
"Is there any more note?"
"Better take it out together."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid that the fire he finally lit for me will be extinguished."
No matter how violent the emotional fluctuations in his heart were, Zhao Hai's expression was very calm and he looked at Yang Chen and said.
Yang Chen was silent...
It seems that Zhao Hai's reaction did not appear in Zhang Ziliang's explanation. With his little intelligence, he didn't know how to deal with it.
He took out more than ten pieces of paper from his arms and sifted through them one by one.
finally...
Take out a slightly wrinkled one.
"I hope that the human race will be free from worries, and that the inheritance of the Xinhuo will be in an orderly manner."
"From today on, you are the new head of the Tianzhu Logistics Department, Tianzhu...Zhao Hai!"
After showing it off, Yang Chen carefully collected all the pieces of paper like rare treasures, and then took out another work permit.
'Tian group. '
'Logistics Department, Minister. '
'Zhao Hai. '
Yang Chen handed it to Zhao Hai with a solemn expression.
Even with Zhao Hai's psychological quality, his brows were twitching at this moment. It was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress his inner anger.
Sensational...
We need to find a good person too!
Are those more than ten notes serious?
Zhao Hai believes that more than half of them are definitely not good things!
While brainwashing himself and passing on the fire, he also left countless back-ups to defend himself.
Even now, Zhao Hai is not sure whether there is any problem with the pill he just took.
"I believed your evil deeds."
"Zhang, you owe me a lot!"
After all, Zhao Hai couldn't hold it back, walked back to the coffin, patted it hard, and then walked out the door.
but...
Yang Chen stopped him again.
He silently walked to the corner, took out a somewhat broken windbreaker, handed it to Zhao Hai, and pointed at Zhang Ziliang.
Looking at the windbreaker, Zhao Hai fell silent.
He knew about this windbreaker, Zhang Ziliang wore it all the time.
At that time, he curiously asked Zhang Ziliang why he didn't change his clothes. I remember Zhang Ziliang said at that time...
The Tian group is too poor.
Moreover, this windbreaker can make him always remember that the human race is far from out of the crisis.
Now...
Did Zhang Ziliang hand this windbreaker into his own hands?
Perhaps, this is Zhang Ziliang’s greatest inheritance.
Zhao Hai took off his long robe without hesitation. It was gifted to him by the King of Heaven himself. It was fireproof, dustproof, and had certain defensive capabilities.
but...
It seems like this shabby windbreaker is more comfortable.
Yang Chen put away Zhao Hai's gown very naturally and followed Zhao Hai like a bodyguard.
The two walked out, one in front and one behind.
Li Xinghe outside the door raised his head, looked at Zhao Hai, and was suddenly startled.
For some reason, he saw the shadow of Zhang Ziliang in Zhao Hai.
Very similar.
The same gentle breeze, the same determined eyes, never give up, and... the same windbreaker.
At this moment, he even thought that Zhang Ziliang was alive.
"Have you found your own successor?"
Li Xinghe murmured to himself, sighed, and with sadness in his eyes, stood up, straightened his clothes, opened the door and walked in.
this...
It can be regarded as Zhang Ziliang’s condolence meeting.
However, there were very few people coming, so few that including Yang Chen, there were only three people.
after all...
Zhang Ziliang is a notorious person in both the Tianzhu and the human race.
He is a god of death.
And greedy and selfish.
Zhao Hai and Li Xinghe just looked at each other and nodded without saying anything else.
Arriving at the office that originally belonged to Zhang Ziliang, Zhao Hai sat down skillfully without any pause, looked at the documents on the table, and started flipping through them.
After a while, Zhao Hai frowned and pressed the button on the table.
A young man walked in.
"How is the defense outside Shangjing City doing?"
Zhao Hai asked calmly.
"Zhang...Zhao Department, it's going well. Currently, the group of ghosts are blocked a hundred meters outside the city wall."
For a moment, the young man thought it was Zhang Ziliang sitting here, but he quickly realized it and spoke.
Zhao Hai's expression was cold: "One hundred meters is not enough, keep pushing outward!"
"Some ghosts' abilities are not limited to just 100 meters!"
After saying that, Zhao Hai lowered his head again and looked at the recent backlog of documents.
The young man was startled.
Zhao Hai frowned again: "Is there any problem?"
"No...no."
The young man said hurriedly and retreated.
Standing outside the door, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure brought by the new Minister Zhao on him was no less than that of Zhang Ziliang, or even more.
seem...
More chill.
…
"Old man, if you just leave and leave me alone, can you stop me?"
"It's too much pressure."
"Why do you have to give me the position of team leader?"
"I really want to be like you and just vent my feelings like this."
"Unfortunately...there are some things only you can do."
"After your sword attack, the fate of the human race should have changed. I hope our judgment back then was correct."
Li Xinghe just sat next to the tattered coffin, chatting about homely things like the most ordinary, ordinary old man.
certainly...
He didn't know that Zhao Hai had already transferred Zhang Ziliang's body to another coffin.
