Sister, you miss me

"It's fucking hard to talk to you." Yang Feng grabbed Jin Taizhi's neckline, "I'll tell you, I'm here to collect your debts, so they don't act rashly."

"Debt collection?"

"You forgot, you owe our casino a million."

"Do you fight for a million?" Jin Taizhi obviously didn't believe it.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"I will make arrangements." Jin Tai shrank and pressed the walkie-talkie, and said Yang Feng's meaning, and then looked at Yang Feng pitifully.

"That's good!" Yang Feng touched his face, suddenly with a knife, Jin Tai fell softly.

"Who are you?" Inside the transparent cover, Jin Jong-woo sat cross-legged and asked lightly, without losing the demeanor of the king, he saw the whole process, but couldn't think of the identity of the person here.

Yang Feng patted his cheek, wiped his hands, and drew out two needles, and again, two more needles.

"It's you, finally here." Jin Zhengyu suddenly got up, his eyes were red, and he choked.

Yang Feng smiled: "Do you know I'm coming?"

"You are like your father."

"The statue in Leader Square is really him?"

"He is a person with great love, you are not bad, at least you can stab your brother." At this point, Kim Jong-woo paused and continued: "By the way, Zishan is okay."

"It's okay for the time being." Yang Feng shook his head, "Your people are too bitter, and I want him to promise that he will treat the people kindly and do his best to improve people's livelihood after he takes office."

Jin Zhengyu nodded with a smile.

"I think this is a test of your good character, but it seems too risky!"

Jin Zhengyu smiled faintly: "What are you going to do next?"

"According to Kim Hyun Joon."

Jin Zhengyu glanced at Yang Feng: "Look at you."

...

Jin Zishan's funeral was grand and grand. Perhaps it was because he was ashamed of his uncle and wanted to make up for his nephew as much as possible. The specifications of this funeral followed previous leaders.

The only difference is that no foreign journalists are involved.

The guard of honour convoy, the civil and military fleet of hundreds of officials, the chairman's car, Jin Zishan lay in the open trunk of a large Dongfeng truck.

The convoy walked slowly, crowded with people on both sides, scholars, agriculture, business, and ten-mile long street, which is no exaggeration.

The sound of mourning, the crying.

Kim Hyun Joon lowered the car window and waved at the people from time to time, his face was deeply saddened.

Cui Yongzhi sat beside him and reported tremblingly: "Chairman, the guy named Yang Feng has fallen into the sea."

"Rice bucket, a bunch of buckets!" Jin Xianjun yelled at Cui Yongzhi, but his expression to the people remained unchanged.

Suddenly, Kim Hyun-joon saw a person in the rearview mirror. It was his precious nephew. He crawled out of the coffin.

"Stop!" Kim Hyun Joon shouted, and the car didn't stop, so he jumped out of the car.

The big truck behind could not stop and kissed the car in front.

Jin Zishan stood proudly on the truck, condescendingly looking at each other.

The people calmed down, with astonishment written on their faces.

The front convoy received the news and gradually stopped.

"You...didn't die?" Jin Xianjun was flustered, his voice trembling, and he commanded loudly: "Come on, shoot him, he is not a human!"

The close attendants pulled the bolts.

"Who dares!" Jin Zishan shouted sharply, "Kim Hyun Joon, can you get rid of your disguise?"

"You...what nonsense?" Jin Xianjun buzzed his head, almost unable to stand.

"Kim Hyun Joon?"

"Who is Kim Hyun Joon?"

"He is Kim Hyun Joon?"

"How dare Kim Hyun Joon seek to usurp the throne?"

The people talked a lot, and the attendants looked at each other.

"Nonsense, don't listen to him, kill him, he cheated the corpse."

Seeing that no one listened to his orders, Kim Hyun Joon snatched the gun from an attendant.

Facing the gunpoint, Jin Zishan calmly said: "Dear uncle, you have worked so hard for so many years, even if you kill me now, can you take your place?"

After all, Jinzishan jumped onto the top of the cab, looked around, and said loudly: "My fellow citizens, everyone's eyes are sharp. You should see that I am not a ghost, I am a living person, and I am living well. of."

"Boom!"

Jin Xianjun hit the roof of the car with a shot, which was still a little short of Jin Zishan, but Jin Zishan remained motionless, quite a leader.

"Tigers do not eat their children." The golden character Shanxun pointed to Jin Xianjun, "You pretend to be my father, just to gain political power. Your lust, not only harming my father, but also poisoning my food, if it weren't for me You have succeeded."

"You're talking nonsense, nonsense--" Jin Hyun Joon yelled, his muzzle trembling. Suddenly, the body of the gun was held by one hand and the muzzle was aimed at the ground. Then, the gun went off.

With a gunshot, Kim Hyun Joon's body shook greatly. He looked at his right foot in disbelief, then tilted his head and looked at Cui Yongji who was stopping him.

Jin Hyun Joon screamed, and pointed his gun at Cui Yongzhi. Without a word, Cui Yongzhi took down Jin Xianjun's gun easily.

"You, how dare you treat me this way!"

Cui Yongzhi shook his head: "Don't pretend, I lied to you as well. It's really a crime."

After that, one hand strangled Kim Hyun Joon's throat and lifted it up.

"Let go, how dare you?" The pain did not go away, but at this time he smelled the smell of death. Kim Hyun-joon shed tears from the pain, and turned his head to look at Jin Zishan with difficulty, "Forgive me...forgive me."

Jin Zishan closed his eyes, and the past is vivid in his memory. Uncle has a thousand different things, and one or two things are good, such as treating himself as his own, such as teaching himself carefully, and persevering in teaching others.

Seeing that Kim Hyun Joon was about to be strangled to death, Kim Zi Sun opened his eyes and waved at Cui Yongzhi.

Cui Yongzhi nodded, and violently tugged on Jin Xianjun's head, really pulled down a wig, snapped a wig at the base of his ear, buttoned a human skin mask, and finally took out a liner from his clothes.

In this way, Kim Hyun Joon returned to his original state.

"Kill him."

"traitor!"

"wild ambition."

"frenzied."

The people were completely boiling, and Kim Hyun Joon was completely desperate.

At this time, a person rushed out of the crowd, his face was slashed by countless knives, the wound was unbandaged, bloody and bloody, it was horrible.

This unrecognizable person grabbed Jin Hyun Joon's neck and made an "Ao Ao" sound in his throat, and no one was stopping all of this.

Kim Hyun Joon shook his opponent's hand tightly and recognized him from his eyes: "Kim is too straight!"

Cui Yongzhi looked at him in amazement, how did Jin Taizhi become such a person and ghost.

Kim Hyun Joon and Kim Taejeong wrestled repeatedly, attracting all eyes.

I don't know when someone was speaking in Cui Yongzhi's ear. The first sentence of the person's mouth was "Would you like to commit the crime?"

Cui Yongzhi glanced, exclaimed: "Is it you?"

The attendants also recognized Yang Feng and pointed their guns at him.

"Don't be rude." Cui Yongzhi shouted.

Yang Feng took Cui Yongzhi's shoulders and pointed at the periphery of the crowd. When Cui Yongzhi saw Kim Jong Woo's deity, his body was shocked.

Yang Feng whispered to Cui Yongzhi, and the two got on the roof of the truck together.

"Old fourth." Seeing Yang Feng, Jin Zishan rushed over and hugged Yang Feng tightly.

"Relax, you can't breathe." Yang Feng struggled. "Have you seen your father."

"I saw it, thank you, thank you." After that, Jin Zishan released Yang Feng and shook his hand violently.

"My compatriots!" Jin Zishan said loudly, "The reason why I was able to be shocked this time, and to expose the conspiracy of Jin Xianjun, depends on Director Cui Yongzhi's strategizing and the great help of my brother."

Cui Yongzhi's old face was hot, but Yang Feng kept waving at the people.

"Ah, that's not our savior. His bronze statue stands with the great man."

"Obviously young! It should be that man's son."

"The father saved us, and the son saved us again!"

"..."

The people talked all the time, and Jin Zishan pressed down the discussion with one hand and said: "I declare two things. First, Yang Feng will always be a friend of our people across the country; second, Jin Xianjun committed treason and will Go to prison and wait for a referendum."

...

The real Kim Jong Woo is back, also in the National Auditorium, the same birthday party, the same rich buffet, precious drinks, but there is no atmosphere, the ministers are trembling, and the director of the attendant room Cui Yongzhi is walking on thin ice.

On the high platform, Kim Jong Woo is in the center, Jin Zishan and Yang Feng are sitting on the left and right.

"Everyone, be happy, Kim Hyun Joon dressed up so vividly, everyone didn't tell the difference, I don't blame everyone."

Kim Jong-woo said generously, the atmosphere in the hall immediately became less depressing.

Cui Yongzhi immediately picked up a glass of red wine and raised his head with both hands: "Chairman, your subordinates wish you a long life."

"Okay." Kim Jong Woo smiled and drank, and said faintly: "Cui Yongzhi, you are my personal attendant, and others are deceived. That is forgiven, but you are unforgivable."

Before he finished his words, the golden pistol in Kim Jong Woo's hand was shot loudly.

"Butcher!"

Cui Yongzhi rolled down the steps and issued the final complaint.

The civil and military officials fell into a great panic again, and Kim Jong-woo said nonchalantly: "Come on, serve the cake."

Cui Yongzhi's body was dragged away, and someone skillfully scrubbed blood stains off the ground.

After a short while, the sixteen-layer cake was served, and Jin Zhengyu invited Yang Feng and Jin Zishan to blow out the candles together, and then everyone shared their food.

Yang Feng thought to himself, it’s no wonder that Jin Xianjun failed. Who asked him to choose an 18-layer cake, 18-layer hell!How unlucky.

The cake is delicious, but most people chew the wax.

After eating the cake, Kim Jong Woo announced a major event that he wanted to hand the country into the hands of Jin Zishan.

Jin Zishan was taken aback: "Father, Zishan is still young, and his studies are still halfway through, so it is really difficult to be an important task."

Several veterans also put forward their own opinions, and the meanings are basically the same. They all said that the golden characters are young and lack social experience, so it is difficult to convince the public. Please think twice.

"I'm not dead yet!" Jin Jong Woo showed his tyrant character, "Through this test, Zishan is fully capable of managing a country, and he has nobles to help. As for whether he can convince the public, it is not a question of Zishan. It’s your problem."

"Chairman..." An old minister also pleaded.

"There is no need to discuss this matter!" After that, Jin Jongyu walked away.