838: C838 Being a Person Happiness Was the Most Important

C838 Being a Person Happiness Was the Most Important

After arranging the change of officials, Chen Feng brought his family to enjoy the Provence Province.1

It was a rare vacation, and Chen Feng had passed the stage where he urgently needed to improve his cultivation, so he could accompany his family in peace.

Lin Feiyan and the others who were still in the country, after knowing that they had taken over the beautiful Provence Province, all of them couldn't help but want to take a look.

Chen Feng did not stop them. They had been busy for so long, so it was not wrong for them to relax a little.

As for the business, he did not care about it at all.

There were other teachers watching in the academy. It was not to the extent that Lin Feiyan, the deputy dean, would not be unable to operate without her.

So come if you want to. Happiness was the most important. Give them a leave of absence and share this joy together.

Hence, other than the people who were required to stay in Spirit Mist Mountain, the rest of the people quickly boarded the plane and rushed to Frank State.

It would take some time to get a transnational visa, but they had a special identity and Lord Rockefeller's help, so they didn't need a visa.

This kind of movement naturally attracted many people's attention. After learning that Chen Feng had obtained a province of land in Frank State, many Chinese even began to worry that he would bring True Martial Immortal Sect overseas.

Thinking about it made sense. There were too many restrictions in China. In order to maintain a stable and peaceful environment, no one was allowed to act recklessly. It was inevitable that they would be restrained.

However, it was different in other countries. Since the fief was in Chen Feng's hands, he would not allow anyone to point fingers at it. He was the one who had the final say in the matters of the entire province. He could do whatever he wanted.

Comparing the two, it was naturally comfortable to stay in his own fief.

However, their worries were unnecessary. Chen Feng still had a strong sense of belonging to the Huaxia civilization. He would not easily leave this country and be accused of betraying his country.

Furthermore, he had spent a lot of effort and resources in Spirit Mist Mountain. The price of starting over was very heavy for him, and he would not easily move his nest.

Many resources would be difficult to recover once they were put into use. Even if he had a lot of resources, he could not afford to waste them.

Furthermore, the effort and energy required to set up the grand formation was too great. He did not want to do it again.

On the contrary, the people of the Western World thought that he was going to move to the west. Each and every one of them was extremely happy.

This kind of thing... Henry IV, who had been given a fief, was pleasantly surprised. He felt much more confident now that he dared to scold the Prime Minister in parliament, the Prime Minister could only grit his teeth and bear with it.

Chen Feng was a god. God was going to move to Frank State. What could a mere mortal say?

Henry IV had given Chen Feng a province to move over. He did not care about Chen Feng's face, but he also had to take care of Chen Feng's face.

Therefore, Henry IV was a little carried away by his success. He thought that he had the support of a god and started to criticize the national affairs.

He couldn't go on like this. This idiot was too arrogant. He was afraid that he wanted to restore the country. The Prime Minister contacted Lord Rockefeller in a hurry, hoping that he could make Henry IV restrain himself.

Rockefeller had long looked down on Henry IV. He used to treat Henry IV as a friend, but now he was more and more disappointed with this idiot. The so-called friendship had long disappeared.

Chen Feng didn't care about what you thought. You couldn't wait to get carried away by your own success. Do you know how the word 'death' is written?

The only one who can do whatever he wants now is Chen Feng, not you, the puppet king.

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