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To be alive and able to retire peacefully truly shows how magnanimous and generous one is!
As Zhao Fangxu finished speaking, his gaze swept across the venue once more.
However, at this moment, no one dared to look Zhao Fangxu in the eye, and the crowd quickly sat down.
Even the few attendees from Behemoth sat down in silence.
Um! It's not that we're backing down, we're just tired of standing here!
Only the last Behemoth leader remained, struggling to maintain his precarious position.
Perhaps it was an attempt to salvage the last bit of face.
Perhaps they wanted Zhao Fangxu to give them another way out with his characteristic Chinese humility.
Otherwise, Zhao Fangxu would have suppressed all the international superhuman forces at the meeting, which would have meant that the entire superhuman world would be completely reshuffled after the meeting.
Even he couldn't bear this result, since both this meeting and the joint attack on Nadutong Company by many forces were efforts made by his faction.
Before their meeting, they hoped that Natotong would maintain its unique "humility" and "gentleness" as before, believing that Natotong would not dare to be an enemy of the whole world.
Under the combined pressure of numerous supernatural forces, even if Nadutong Company were to give up on Lu Xuan, it would be a pity.
Unfortunately, this time they saw not a "gentleman" but a dragon that would devour anyone it chose.
Zhao Fangxu is going to overturn the entire game...
"Zhao, what do you mean by that?"
The Behemoth manager was drenched in sweat, pursing his dry lips as he forced himself to speak.
"What I mean is, this meeting isn't over yet..."
Zhao Fangxu gently took off his glasses. Although he was looking straight ahead, it appeared to everyone that he was looking down over the entire venue.
At this moment, Zhao Fangxu completely abandoned his previous "amiable and approachable" image.
He was never simply a good or bad person, but a politician who worked for the development of the world of supernatural beings.
Whether he's cold-blooded or cunning, he's willing to abandon all honor and disgrace to do anything for the development and future of the world of superhumans.
This naturally includes expressing one's "attitude" on this occasion.
"I haven't even said you can sit down yet."
"Zhao, you... Pfft!"
The person in charge of Behemoth was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He wanted to save face, but Zhao Fangxu showed him no mercy and forced him to make a statement to the various factions present.
This is even more embarrassing than sitting in silence with everyone just now.
The embarrassment is secondary; this strategic blunder has reshaped the international landscape of superhumans, meaning that he and the conglomerate behind him are completely finished.
Seeing the Behemoth leader collapse to the ground, the many faction leaders present were all startled.
Each of them was a leader who controlled a powerful region, and they almost represented absolute power in the country. Yet now they were being lectured by Zhao Fangxu like grandsons.
Just like when they ganged up on Zhao Fangxu, there is no warmth among international superhuman groups. If they fail, they must bear the consequences.
A sound of tables and chairs being moved caused all the supernatural beings in the room to stand up, including the few Behemoth attendees who had been shouting just moments before.
The only one who didn't stand up was the Behemoth manager, who was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted, seemingly oblivious to his own fate.
Zhao Fangxu was the only one left sitting.
"Chairman Zhao is awesome!"
Er Zhuang, standing to the side, clapped wildly.
"It's nothing."
Zhao Fangxu shook his head slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"I simply put what Master Lu fought for us into practice."
I cleaned my glasses and put them back on.
Zhao Fangxu sat down, looking down at all the participants standing in the virtual meeting room.
The sound resounded throughout the venue through the microphone.
"Now, we can talk about the issue of compensation for the island nation's spies disrupting the stability of our society!"
"As for the self-defense counterattack by our official instructors, I think the island nation should pay for the guidance."
"Now, who is for it and who is against it?"
Chapter 212: I'm Just a Fortune Teller Passing By
"Is Old Zhao really that sharp?"
After cleaving the island nation in two with a single sword strike, plunging the entire international community of supernatural beings into chaos.
Lu Xuan went back to his old profession.
In September, the heavy snow outside the Great Wall continued unabated.
Even the heavy snow that sealed off the border couldn't stop the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.
On the bustling market overpass, Lu Xuan sat cross-legged under a pavilion by the overpass, with a flag for divination from the Book of Changes placed beside him.
He was chatting with Erzhuang, who was squatting on the stall in front of him.
After listening to Erzhuang's retelling:
Zhao Fangxu overwhelmed everyone at the conference, forcing all the supernatural forces in the venue to accept the losses on behalf of the island nation and jointly pressuring the island nation to pay compensation despite its own heavy losses.
This represents not just a simple reparation or apology, but a shift in the entire international situation.
From then on, no one dared to speak loudly in front of us anymore.
Lu Xuan seemed to be deep in thought.
Er Zhuang asked Lu Xuan thoughtfully, sounding puzzled.
"Master Lu, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Xuan responded very frankly to Er Zhuang's question, which seemed to be on his mind.
"I'm thinking, should we let Lao Zhao retire early?"
Er Zhuang immediately thought of idioms like "discarding a donkey after it has served its purpose," "discarding a bow after the birds are all gone," "turning one's back on someone," and "murdering to silence a witness"...
Wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Master Lu, are all you important figures so heartless?"
Although Chairman Zhao made some mistakes before, his performance at the International Conference of Extraordinary People can be considered as having worked hard, if not made great contributions.
So now they're going to be liquidated?
Master Lu was indeed ruthless.
Erzhuang silently swallowed.
I hope I won't suddenly die from a disconnection from the internet one day.
Lu Xuan glanced silently, then looked sideways at Er Zhuang.
What kind of person do you take me for?
Erzhuang: Isn't that right?
"of course not……"
“I have no problem with Zhao Fangxu. His outstanding performance at this time is enough to give his retirement a good ending.”
"The rest is none of his business!"
Zhao Fangxu was not part of Lu Xuan's plan.
Zhao Fangxu has indeed made great contributions to the creation of Nadutong, but he has also been involved in too many relationships.
This can be seen from the fact that the powerful families had been constantly uniting to put pressure on Zhao Fangxu.
Zhao Fangxu is an old man from the old era, bound by the shackles of his time. All he can do now is compromise and patch things up.
To completely sever all old shackles from abroad, one must have the courage and determination to smash everything and change the world.
Zhao Fangxu has already brought his magnificent life to a glorious close, having stood his last post well. The difficulties and obstacles ahead need not trouble the old man.
It's time for Xu Si to take over...
"Master, would you like your fortune told?"
A voice rang out, interrupting Lu Xuan and Er Zhuang's conversation.
Erzhuang: Someone actually came to have their fortune told?
Lu Xuan: You actually came here to have your fortune told?
Erzhuang: "(?_??)"
Master Lu, why are you asking this question?
Lu Xuan looked up at the overpass street with a puzzled expression.
Eight out of ten stalls on this street are fortune tellers, and seven out of those eight fortune tellers are spirit mediums.
Who exactly came to me for fortune telling?
Looking up, I saw a thin old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a Tang suit, leaning on a cane, with a kind face, who looked like he had walked out of the previous era.
Erzhuang looked Lu Xuan up and down for a while, then gently shook his head.
He looks like an ordinary person no matter how you look at it.
Lu Xuan raised his hand to indicate OK, then turned to look at the old man in front of him.
"Old man, who do you think you are?"
The old man's long eyebrows, which had reached his cheeks, twitched.
Why does it feel like this Taoist priest is cursing someone?