Data Wasteland

"I will support your plan."

Garfield, who was a soldier, was not good at roundabouts, or disdainful of it, even if he surrendered with a white flag, he was upright.

"Very good." Chen Xing raised his teacup to show the deal.

"According to your plan, we need a group of new faces so as not to be caught in the process of sneaking." To illustrate this point, Garfield explained, "The guards are selected from the defense teams of various countries. Few people come from the five eastern countries, so we must go through a rigorous selection process to ensure that they will not be recognized by Tianqin’s intelligence agencies."

"About how many people you can provide." Chen Xing asked.

Without thinking for long, Garfield gave a definite answer, "About 1,500 people."

Obviously this was thought beforehand.

"I remember I talked to you about the number of people yesterday." Chen Xing reminded. According to his plan, at least three thousand elites are needed, plus five thousand to transform people, to take the Lyra Palace in one fell swoop.

"There are 1,500 people left, and Dragon Scale Guard should be able to solve it." Garfield said lightly.

Chen Xing couldn't help but laugh. It is estimated that this is Garfield's Plan B.

Plan A is to let him retreat, but if plan A does not work and he has to be forced to bow his head, plan B will be launched to pull competitors into the water.

Since the imperial guards joined in, Dragon Scale Guard also didn't want to stay out of the matter.

Chen Xing has no objection to this. As long as someone can be found to work, it doesn't matter whether it is the Dragon Scale Guard or the Imperial Guard.

And this is better. With Garfield as an example in front, it will be easier to convince Dragonscale Guard. The same thing does not need to be repeated again.

After a while, a sturdy old military officer walked into the prime minister's office.

Approximately 60 or 70 years old, wearing alloy battle armor, visually taller than two meters, majestic and sturdy, legs are like old tree stumps, palms are like a fan, and the muscles on the shoulders are high and full of explosive power.

The hair is developed, silvery white as snow, and the whole person is like an old silver-haired lion.

The opponent is the army commander of Dragon Scale Guard, the old general Huang Fenglie Huang who lives as his name.

When he first came in, Huang Fenglie's expression was a bit arrogant, but when he saw Garfield in the room, he immediately showed a surprised expression.

Gradually, the astonishment was replaced by contempt, a pair of tiger eyes stared at each other, and the expression on his face seemed to say: "Well, you bastard!"

Huang Fenglie's attitude changed a hundred and eighty degrees in an instant, and his waist no longer had the toughness that he had just started, and he knelt directly at Chen Xing, holding his fists in salute.

"Xiaguan Huang Fenglie, I have met the Prime Minister!"

Since even the imperial guards have succumbed, their dragon scale guards can't fight alone. As the saying goes, the senior officials crush people to death, and they still have to bow when they should bow.

"My lord Garfield, please explain your plan to my lord Huang Fenglie."

"Yes!"

Garfield did not postpone, and told Huang Fenglie about the plan of the Lyra Trojan horse.

"That's it..."

"Um..." After a brief period of thought, Huang Fenglie made a decision, "I agree with the Prime Minister's plan." He patted his chest, "Leave the remaining 1,500 people to me!"

Next, the three discussed the specific details, and Ai Yin listened by the side.

At this point, the first step of the plan has finally fallen into the dust.

"Okay you brat, drag me into the water!"

After leaving the prime minister's office, the two corps commanders walked side by side and walked back to the camp.

"We are all soldiers. Our mission is to obey orders. There is no such thing as you." Garfield said seriously.

"Come on, continue to pretend to be stupid, and see when you can pretend." Huang Fenglie said grimly.

"He is the holder of the Kingdom Ring, so what can we do?" Garfield said helplessly.

"That can't be that simple!" Huang Fenglie blew his beard and stared.

"I have done my best." Garfield sighed. "This person is not easy to deal with."

"You can figure it out clearly, once this plan is successful, no one will be able to control him in the future," Huang Fenglie said in a deep tone.

"Do you think anyone can control him now?" Garfield asked rhetorically.

"This..." Huang Fenglie was speechless for a while. Trilith unreservedly delegated power, and Chen Xing now had the same power as the King of Ice Blue City except that he could not sit on the throne.

"You told me that there are three kinds of people in officialdom..." Garfield didn't continue the topic just now, but said something else, "hyena, wolf, lion..."

"The lion is born noble, rich in resources, strong, strong-willed, visionary, and respects social rules."

"Hyenas were born humble and hungry. They do everything to grab food. They are fierce but not strong, and cunning but weak-willed."

"The wild wolf is as fierce and cunning as the hyena, but has its own bottom line and persistence, between the hyena and the lion."

"Hyenas are short-sighted and will easily change their positions due to short-term changes in interests. They are unable to cooperate with others for a long time. They lack the firm will to face difficulties and will inevitably end in perish."

"The wild wolf has its own set of guidelines and never lacks the wisdom of cooperation. Compared with the hyena, the road will go longer."

"We have been

It is ‘the wild wolf who wants to be a lion’, but this man is a wolf through and through. He has never wanted to be a lion. "

"He will spare no effort to destroy all obstacles that stand in front of him, regardless of the consequences and the cost."

"So, try to cooperate, this is our best choice at the moment." Garfield concluded.

"Since you became the commander of the army, we haven't talked like this for a long time."

Huang Fenglie sighed suddenly, and Garfield was taken aback, then smiled wryly.

People in officialdom cannot help themselves. There can only be a competitive relationship between the two army commanders, biting each other and telling each other, otherwise the monarch can't sleep at night.

Then the two remained silent until they separated and each walked to the legion camp.

"Master Prime Minister, there is a female reporter outside asking for a meeting."

Shortly after Garfield and Huang Fenglie left, the gate guards came to report.

"Female reporter?" Chen Xing raised his head behind the desk, frowning slightly, "When did I have such an appointment?"

"She has been here many times, saying that there is a very important thing to discuss with the prime minister." said the guard.

"How do you look?" Chen Xing asked casually.

"It's a beautiful woman," the guard answered truthfully.

"Then let her in." Chen Xing expected to spend an entire afternoon dealing with Garfield's affairs, so there was no appointment later. Since it’s okay, it’s okay to see.

Before long, a woman dressed as a reporter was brought in by guards.

Indeed, as the guard said, she was a beautiful woman with outstanding appearance and good figure. She had a seven-to-eighty-point appearance, which was regarded as the beauty of flowers, slightly higher than wild flowers, but the connotation was not deep enough.

The reporter's card was hung on his chest, the shirt was tucked into his waist, the chest was stretched and bulging, and there was at least a C cup visually.

According to general standards, milk A is better than an airport, better than nothing, milk B is just enough, milk C is more than full and satisfied, milk D cannot be grasped with one hand, milk E cannot be grasped with both hands, milk F is a murder weapon in the world, no one Careful will suffocate, H milk is the supreme artifact, G milk is invincible in the world, and above it is non-human.

"My lord, do you remember me?"

After the guard went out, the beauty reporter stepped forward and asked.

Chen Xing looked at the other person's face. Although he looked good and had a good figure, he had no impression at all.

And Chen Xing's impression of women now is basically "tried" and "not tried".

"I'm Shiryl Ellawy from the Trailblazer Morning Post." The other party continued.

Chen Xing frowned slightly, obviously not having the slightest impression of the name.

"My lord is really forgetful of the nobles~"

As he said, the beautiful reporter made an interview, holding a non-existent microphone, "Mr. Chen Erliu, do you have the confidence to defeat your opponent?"

Chen Xing still looks like he can't think of it.

The beauty reporter turned the non-existent microphone at herself, pretending to be vicious, "I will **** him like you!"

Until this scene, Chen Xing finally remembered.

The female reporter in front of him was one of the reporters who interviewed Wei Qinghai when he was in a duel with the third silver claw prince, and was also the culprit who eventually led to the insulting title of "Blue City Sex Demon".

"How dare you come?" Chen Xing looked at each other unexpectedly.

In his opinion, he was not the fault of the Salted Pig Hand incident that year. The other party's reluctant questioning caused him to be annoyed, and he would retaliate in extreme ways. As a result, it led to the nickname of Blue City Sex Demon, a stain that could not be cleaned for almost a lifetime.

After offending him, others shunned him, but she took the initiative to send it to the door.

Unexpectedly, not only did the other party not have the consciousness of doing something wrong, he actually started crying.

"My lord, you lost my job."

With tears in the corners of the beauty reporter's eyes, she seemed to have suffered some great grievance.

Chen Xing was really speechless. Not only did the other party not have the consciousness of doing something wrong, but the wicked person first filed a complaint. Is this eating the guts of the bear? You dare to play Porcelain in front of him as the prime minister. Is your life too comfortable and you want to take the initiative to find some sin to suffer?

Perhaps A Qiaomu should be allowed to come over and educate her on the principles of life.

You can't be shameless to this point.

Chen Xing was angry and funny, and asked, "What does it have to do with me if you lost your job?"

"Because of the previous interview, our editor-in-chief fired me after the adult came to power." The beauty reporter said aggrievedly.

Chen Xing couldn't help but laughed, thinking that this is really bad and rewarding, and then joked, "Isn't this good?"

"You are free from then on, and you don't have to do things that hurt the gods and reason." Chen Xing said in a sincere tone. From his perspective, it made him stigmatized. What is it that is not hurting the gods and reason?

"What's so great, I'm almost out of money to pay the rent!" The beauty reporter called, and Chen Xing smiled even more happily.

"I'm going to be on the street soon, you are still smiling, what a bad person!"

Chen Xing's face became cold, and he said solemnly, "Miss Shiryl Ellawi, I must remind you that you are trying to slander the Supreme Archon of the kingdom."

"What am I slandering?" The reporter's professional habits made Shiryl subconsciously fight back.

"You just claimed that the Prime Minister of the Kingdom is a bad person." Chen Xing reminded.

"I'm telling the truth!" Shiryl argued for reasons, "I'm going to live on the street, and I'm still laughing at me. What is it that is not a bad person?"

"Miss Shiryl Ellawi, I can order you to be arrested on charges of slandering the Supreme Archon and sent to the Black Prison Tribunal!" Chen Xing warned, and this is not a threat. He is really here. Consider whether to let the other party learn some principles of life.

Of course, this process must be full of torture and pain.

The means of the black prison can make a proud nobleman admit that he is a terrifying existence of a beast, and no one can maintain himself after entering.

Speaking of the black prison court, the female reporter was really scared, and said timidly, "I'm sorry, the Prime Minister, you are not a bad person, you are a good person."

"Then what?" Chen Xing asked.

"You are the greatest Archon I have ever seen in my life, none of them." Shiryl pressed her chest and said. Maybe it was too nervous, the fingers were too hard, and they were all pressed into the flesh.

Chen Xing nodded, satisfied with the answer, and then asked, "What do you want when you come to me?"

"I hope the prime minister can communicate with the editor-in-chief of our Trailblazer Morning Post and ask him not to fire me." Shiryl said.

"Why should I help you?" Chen Xing asked. Not to mention the holidays between the two, a small reporter wants to ask the Prime Minister Wang Guo for help. It is impossible to be ignored without a good reason.

Just three words, why!

"I, I..." Shiryl bit her finger, seemingly nervous, and stomped her feet several times, and said, "I, I am valuable!"

"What is your value?" Chen Xing looked at each other up and down, mocking, "A low-level female reporter, quasi-elite psychic fluctuations, I really can't think of what value you can have for a prime minister of the kingdom. ?"

As he said, his eyes fell on the opponent's swollen chest, and he couldn't help but recall the touch of the year, his fingers moved under the nerve reflex, unconsciously grasping the air.

She seemed to perceive where Chen Xing's eyes were, and saw the fingers rubbed by the other's varicose claws, Shiryl's face flushed, and she subconsciously put her hands around her chest to protect the vitals.

With his vision blocked, Chen Xing retracted his gaze and said, "Did you know?"

He announced, "You have lost your little value."

Shiryl quickly put down her hand and straightened her chest. She was a little shy in her movements, obviously not accustomed to doing this kind of thing.

"If it's sincere, it's not enough," Chen Xing said.

Shiryl grabbed the corner of her clothes, struggled for a while, and said, "My Prime Minister, I have a very good writing ability. If you can keep me from being fired, I will do my best to praise you in the report and promote the Prime Minister. The image in the minds of the public."

"I can also give you an exclusive interview to let the public know more about our Prime Minister."

Speaking of this, Shiryl clenched her fist and showed determination, "Through these reports, the people will love our Prime Minister even more, and loyally and resolutely support the Prime Minister."

"This sounds pretty good." Chen Xing commented.

In the information age, those in power and the media work closely together. Chen Xing has not contacted the media since he took office, and now is just the beginning.

"So, is our deal concluded?" Shiryl asked.

"It depends on your performance." Chen Xing said. A small female reporter is not qualified to trade with him yet.

"I will not let the Prime Minister down." Shiryl made a shooting gesture, "Wait to read my article!"

"You are trying to attack the Prime Minister of the Kingdom!" Chen Xing warned that he would not allow anyone to point a gun at him, even if it was fake.

"Please forgive my offense." Shiryl quickly admitted her mistake.

"Remember what I said before..." Chen Xing said solemnly, "If you don't do it well, you will pay the price."

Shiryl is not stupid, she knows what the other person is referring to, and said glutinously, "Please trust me, I will do it well,"

"If I fail to do a good job, you will punish me severely, just like you did to the Silverclaw Prince..."

Chen Xing nodded in satisfaction, then asked Shiryl to wait outside, called the Minister of Finance, and told him to solve Shiryl's matter.

As the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, it is impossible to personally contact the editor-in-chief of a tabloid newspaper. The status is too wide.

"Give me the contact information of your editor-in-chief."

Outside the office, the Minister of Finance Jade, who received the order, got the contact information of the editor-in-chief of the Trailblazer Morning Post from Shiryl, and turned it around to the assistant below.

The Minister of Finance contacted the editor-in-chief of a tabloid newspaper, and there was still a huge gap in status.

Then the assistant didn't contact the editor-in-chief directly, but found the family behind the Pioneer Daily, and the family owner went to the chairman, and then the chairman went to the editor-in-chief.

Press down layer by layer, and finally conveyed the Prime Minister Wang Guo's "suggestion" in place.

When he arrived at the editor-in-chief of the Trailblazer Daily, he didn't even know whose suggestion was, only that it was meant by a certain important person.

But the editor-in-chief who has been involved in current affairs reports for many years still smells the smell. Because the reason he fired Shiryl was because the other party had offended the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, and now he still dares to protect Shiryl, it is estimated that only the Prime Minister himself.

So as soon as Shiryl came back, he immediately arranged for the other party the position of "resident reporter at the Ice Blue City Palace".