1427: C1427 The Supreme Elder of Hidden Dragon Villa

C1427 The Supreme Elder of Hidden Dragon Villa

3Help, help.

A light knock came from outside the door. It was careful but clear.

After knocking three times, Shen Cunmao put down his hand. He lowered his head slightly and stared at his toes, waiting for his father's permission to enter.

When he received the call from the little secretary, Shen Cunmao was in the car that was leaving Han City, on his way to a certain city to participate in an important meeting.

But no matter how important the meeting was, it was nothing compared to his father's order that he should be home in half an hour.

If there was no time limit, Shen Cunmao could explain that the meeting he was going to attend was very important. Could he hurry back after the meeting?

However, with the time limit, Shen Cunmao didn't dare to hesitate at all other than following orders.

On the way, Shen Cunmao finally knocked on his father's study door after being stuck for half an hour.

The worry about being late finally subsided.

Shen Family, no one dared to go against Shen Mingqing's intentions.

Since Shen Family Lao'er, who was also Shen Yun's biological father, due to the time when they were late twelve years ago, they were actually locked within the Dragon-hiding Villa, and never came out again.

Shen Cunmao didn't hear the sound of his father letting him in, but he heard a heavy and suppressed voice.

Shen Cunmao could deduce what was happening in the room from the sounds.

If it was any other man who knew that his seventy-three-year-old father was still doing that kind of thing with a young lady in broad daylight, he would definitely be shamed to the point that he couldn't show his face and silently cursed the hundred thousand old people who didn't die.

Shen Cunmao wouldn't.

This was because he was very clear that it was very normal for this to happen to men who were direct descendants of Shen Family.

Not only was Shen Cunmao not embarrassed, he was also very proud of it.

In this small and short piece of land, a Shen Family man would definitely be blessed by the heavens to be able to fight on par with a donkey or a horse, and make millions of beauties bow before him.

Shen Cunmao stood outside the door and started thinking according to the sounds coming from inside the room.

Suddenly, he thought of a certain museum in Russia, the "treasure of the town."

The baby had been in Formalin for more than a century.

In the nineteenth century, a monster appeared during the last Tsar of Russia.

The enchanter's name was Laisi [La'si'pu].

This guy was simply too awesome. He was famous all over the world.

In his decades of life, he had done many things that would cause modern people to be dumbstruck if they heard about it.

In his life, he had slept with about four thousand women.

These women are Russian nobles, mind you.

Among them, the most expensive one was none other than the Queen of Sharal.

What concubine, what princess, what princess, everything you need.

Rathup also had the habit of cutting off a lock of her hair with scissors for every woman he slept in, and putting it away — after his death, the soldiers in charge of the house had found several large boxes filled with women's hair in his lodgings.

Rathup was not only the friend of the Russian women of that era, but also a famous god.

He predicted many things precisely, including the day he would die.

When he died, the people who killed him were also extremely afraid.

Because he had been shot in succession, and his head had been ruthlessly smashed by a barbell, and his hands and feet were tied up as he was thrown into a hole in the ice, he had survived another eight minutes underwater.

Therefore, Rathup was also known as the Undying Man.

Although he was still dead — dismembered and dismembered, the root of his obsession with thousands of Russian ladies was cut off and soaked in Formalin water and placed in a museum. It became a treasure of the city.

The exact length of the item was 28.5cm.

By chance, Shen Cunmao had once been to that museum and personally witnessed that "Supreme Man".

When he first laid eyes on Zhi Zun, even though he had already mentally prepared himself, his heart still skipped a beat from the sight.

Not scared by the length of the thing, but — familiar?

Alright, let's temporarily use the word 'very familiar' to describe the fear he felt in his heart.

Why was Shen Cunmao scared?

Because the Supreme Being of a man that others saw was a specimen, yet he had seen it alive.

The living Zhi Zun was in his home.

His father, Shen Mingqing!

Of course he could see it when he was in the bath with his father when he was a boy.

However, at that time, Shen Cunmao was still young and didn't know how big that thing was and what it represented to men.

When he grew up, he learned that all three of Shen Mingqing's sons had the ability to be proud and enjoy the wonderful feeling of not being able to speak to anyone.

Shen Cunmao also knew that the demands Shen Family men had of women were absolutely to the extent that outsiders would not believe it.

It could be said that all women were happy.

Furthermore, regardless of the time and place, as long as he had the energy, he would be able to pull them over.

Of course, due to their extraordinary status, the Liu brothers were quite restrained when they were outside.

Shen Mingqing, who had already retired to his home for the good of the day, was there a need to restrain himself?

Of course not.

Therefore, Shen Cunmao, who came back in a hurry, would never find it strange when he heard those weird noises in front of his father's study. He would only wait patiently.

"Heh heh, why did I suddenly think of that demon called Rap? Is it because of that thing of his, that's so similar to us Shen Family men? "

Shen Cunmao, who was indulging in his own thoughts, finally heard his father's voice when he thought of this: "Come in."

After doing that sort of thing with the young secretary, the seventy-three-year-old old man actually didn't sound tired in the slightest when he spoke to her. Instead, he spoke with an aura full of truth, which made the Shen Family man feel similarly proud.

"Yes."

"Yes." Shen Cunmao opened the door gently and walked in.

A unique aura permeated the room.

Having kneeled down, the secretary was not embarrassed at all after listening to Shen Cunmao for so long.

"You can leave first."

Shen Mingqing's gaze swept across the secretary's face. He nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand as he spoke.

The secretary bowed her head in agreement, stood up, and walked out with small steps.

Shen Cunmao kneeled on the right side of the desk with his hands on his knees. He lowered his head slightly and waited for his father's order.

"Take a look at this first."

Shen Mingqing pushed Shen Yun's laptop in front of him.

Only then did Shen Cunmao raise his head. With just a glance, his face changed drastically.

That was because he saw the title of the document.

If it wasn't for his calmness skills, he would have almost cried out.

Without Shen Mingqing saying anything, Shen Cunmao pulled the two notebooks in front of him and started reading them carefully.

After another half hour, he let out a long breath and raised his head.

Unknowingly, Shen Mingqing had brewed two cups of tea.

"Thank you, father."

Shen Cunmao first thanked him and then cupped a cup with both hands.

"Can you tell how low this Wen family's authenticity is?"

Shen Mingqing asked him after he put down the cup.

The way he asked the question was somewhat special.

He didn't ask how high the degree of realism was, but how low the level was.

"Reality, 80%."

Shen Cunmao didn't answer right away. He thought for a good three minutes and said cautiously.

At that time, Shen Mingqing had already determined that the authenticity of this document was at 80%.

Now, his eldest son, who was even more cautious than him, also said that this Chinese military's live ammunition drill on the day of the military building day had a minimum of 80% truth. Then, Shen Mingqing could basically conclude that Duan Chuhuang didn't use the chance to vote against Shen Yun to intentionally release a smoke bomb to confuse people.

"Hur hur, I think so too."

Shen Mingqing chuckled, and when he picked up the teacup, he raised his eyebrows strangely: "Looks like that young master Duan who is infatuated with the presence of the clouds is really infatuated with him." "Ai, if it wasn't a serious matter, how could I have so easily cut this line."

Shen Mingqing was right.

If it were not for the fact that it could be said that this plan was the most important one in China, he would never do such a "business deal".

He could definitely use his granddaughter to line up and fish out Duan Chuhuang, and get more information from him in a steady stream.

After all, the Chinese military had a lot of trust in Dali, so the military information that they knew was not something that those small fries could obtain.

If he operated correctly, Shen Mingqing firmly believed that with the indescribable financial and material resources from Han City, Duan Chuhuang would be sent to the highest level of the Chinese military.

At that time, when the time was ripe, he would definitely cause a huge earthquake in China by ordering Duan Chuhuang, who had already sunk into a quagmire, to do something. He could even subvert the entire Divine State.

However, that day was too far away for Shen Mingqing.

Even though he had the strength that ordinary men had to look up to, his lifespan was not much longer than ordinary men.

So he couldn't wait.

That was why he decided to 'sacrifice' Duan Chuhuang in advance so that he could see what he wanted to see the most in his lifetime.

What's more, the longer it was, the more variables there would be?

Shen Cunmao also thought the same.

Even when Duan Chuhuang was infatuated with him and made such a fatal mistake, he would not necessarily give in decades later, even if he had already sunk into a quagmire.

Just like how Shen Yun's beauty couldn't be sustained for decades, Duan Chuhuang was forced into a corner and was likely going to commit suicide to apologize.

If that really was the case, then Shen Family s wouldn't be worth it.

"Father, what do you think?"

As Shen Cunmao said that, he pointed at the top secret information on the laptop screen.

"No South Korea."

Shen Mingqing shook his head.

"I think so too."

Shen Cunmao nodded: "If this information is leaked out from the South Korea and cause Hua Xia to lose face, after they do their best to find out who leaked it, they will target our Shen Family. We, including South Korea, are unable to endure Hua Xia's wrath. "

"Hehe, that's why we can sell it for a good price. Then, we'll just watch from the side. "

Shen Mingqing chuckled, he raised his hand and pointed to the east and then pointed to the west: "Then after some more analysis, to whom would it be more worthwhile?"

"Why not?"

Shen Cunmao asked.

"For sale twice?"

Shen Mingqing was stunned, then raised his head and laughed: "Ha, haha. It looks like I'm getting old. "Right, you're right. If we don't sell such a good item twice, how can we face Yun Zaiyi?"

"Yun Zai, her?"

After saying that, Shen Cunmao finally dared to ask about Shen Yun.

"She's at Dragon-hiding Villa."

Shen Mingqing retracted his smile and replied lightly.

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