Murong Jianghe’s words caused Murong Chi to freeze for a moment.
He opened his mouth with some uncertainty and asked Murong Jianghe.
“Father, are you saying that I really have to compete with that group of untouchables in the future?”
In the past, once he had spoken to Murong Jianghe about these matters.
Murong Jianghe would simply tell himself to go to the housekeeper and cut off all the funds supporting the Martial Alliance.
That way that afternoon that Vice President of the Martial Union would quickly run over and beg for mercy.
But today how come his own father didn’t tell himself to go and find the housekeeper.
Noticing Murong Chi’s puzzled gaze, Murong Jianghe said with a sigh.
“Chi’er, I’ll teach you a lesson today, it’s okay to be as arrogant as you want when you have a death grip on your enemy’s lifeblood.”
“But when the lifeblood in your hands becomes an insignificant sweat of hair, there is no need to keep moving.”
“Because not only will it not make them go soft, but it will completely enrage the other side.”
Murong Chi retreated with a puzzled look.
Within the study, Murong Jianghe quietly played with himself.
“Lin Mo, what will your next step be?”
A murmured voice echoed within the study.
This current ruler of the Murong family was not playing against himself at all.
Rather, he was using Hai Fang City as the chessboard, using everyone as pawns.
Murong Jianghe was constantly analyzing and reasoning about what Lin Mo would actually do next.
……
In the snack street of Hai Fang City, Lin Mo was leading the crown prince, who had a leaping face, forward.
The prince’s hands were holding all kinds of snacks as well as snacks.
“Boss boss, look at this face man, it’s so realistic hey.”
Suddenly, the crown prince squatted in front of a small stall and shouted at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo twisted his head to look, and there were many lifelike little people on top of the stall.
Sun Wukong, Pig Bajie, Tang Sanzang ……
All of them were some of the most popular images for children.
The owner of the stall was an old man who was already in his prime, wearing a pair of old-fashioned gla*ses and looking at the two people with a smile.
“Young man, if you don’t like it you can also have one custom made, it’s all the same price.”
The old man’s words made the prince instantly excited and spoke directly.
“Old man, would you see if you can pinch one for me for two people.”
The prince furtively glanced at Lin Mo who was inexplicably a little distracted.
Attaching his head to the stall owner’s ear, he whispered something.
A smile appeared on the old man’s face and he returned to the prince, “No problem.”
A ball of colourful dough flew under the old man’s hands and changed into various strips.
The prince was close to seeing gold in his eyes; it was also the first time he had seen such a thing and he was filled with a look of curiosity.
“Old man, how many years have you been making this noodle man?”
The old man’s hands moved unabated, while responding to the prince and saying.
“I have been learning to make noodles for more than fifty years, and when I saw the noodles, I was exactly the same as you, full of curiosity.”
“So why did you learn this then?”
A look of reminiscence shone in the old man’s eyes, and his tone was filled with indescribable emotion.
“Because of that she.”
The prince instantly understood that this old man seemed to be a man with a story.
The prince did not continue to ask, in case he had touched on someone’s sadness.
“Well lad, here you are.”
The old man picked up two wooden sticks and stuck them under the face of the man, then handed them to the Prince.
“Thank you.”
The prince took the noodle man in his hand with a heady, wicked smile on his face.
Above each of the two bamboo sticks were two tiny noodle figures a*sembled together.
One was a Q-like Prince placing his hand on Q-like Lin Mo’s shoulder with a look of relief, just like a big brother.
The other was a Q-like Lin Mo with a handsome face pulling the Q-like Prince by the hand.
“What all did you buy?”
Lin Mo also came back from being lost in thought.