It has been three days since Song Beichuan brought his army to the border, but the Luka set up by Kong Fansheng on the main road has never allowed his troops to pass. Song Beichuan could also guess his intentions, but it was nothing more than fear. After the troops entered the northwest, it would pose a threat to him. And if he wanted to occupy this place, it would be a breeze.

But when he was stationed here, once he encountered a sudden situation of zombies attacking, even if he wanted to support, the cucumber and vegetable would be cold and would not be useful at all. Who would not know this? Therefore, Kong Fansheng was unwilling to put Song Beichuan's troops in even if he faced the zombies alone.

He might want to try it out more. If those zombies are really powerful, if they can really destroy their own power, it would be nothing to put Song Beichuan's troops in.

It is not difficult to see his wishful thinking clearly. After Song Beichuan is resting here for so long, he feels that he cannot continue like this, so he plans to send someone to negotiate with Kong Fansheng. No matter what, putting his own soldiers in first. Staying in the wild like this is not a long-term solution.

So he sent Li Aike to negotiate with Kong Fansheng. While leading troops here, he brought Li Aike with him and immediately sent someone to him.

Not long after, Li Aike came to Song Beichuan in a daze.

Seeing his appearance, Song Beichuan said, "What's wrong with you?"

"I have never been in good health. This time I came here, it was normal to get tired and exhausted by boats and rides. I just need to vomit for a while."

When Song Beichuan saw his appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head. Such a situation was impossible to convince Kong Fansheng. His eyes were dissipated and powerless. Although he did not delay his speech, the current situation was much more complicated than the imagined situation.

Originally, he used the 300,000 army to see. Kong Fansheng had a cautious attitude or a relatively open attitude towards his own power. Obviously, he was not ready to give up his power yet, and was still obsessed with the various things brought by power and was pursuing some vague things.

Song Beichuan wanted to tell him that if he continued to go like this, he would have no one and would never have any other way of turning things around from now on. It would be better to join forces with him.

So he stood up and said, "Ike, go with me."

Li Aike also knew that his body was really useless, and he wanted to send himself alone at the beginning, but he had to go by himself, mainly because of his current identity. If he went by himself, there would inevitably be danger. However, there was no more suitable person to go with him in this joint.

Moreover, this matter cannot be known to many people. If Fatty and the others know, it will be too dangerous to press Song Beichuan on the stool, but it will not work if you don’t go now.

So the two of them did not inform them, but only Li Xiaodong and Ruan Qingyi. In the current situation, only the two of them could increase Song Beichuan's survival chances under this situation. They could have added a Lailaizi, but because they were seriously injured, they are still ill in bed.

However, Song Beichuan went to visit him several times by himself. The red face and the large pile of high-calorie desserts around him should be fine. If a person eats and drinks and says he is sick, it would be a little ridiculous.

The four of them left the camp at night. I have to say that this was indeed very risky, but Song Beichuan was an adventurous person. Even the people around him got used to it. Whether it was Li Xiaodong who was driving or Ruan Qingyi who was sitting beside him, they thought this situation was just normal.

After a while, he came to the level set up by Kong Fansheng.

The car slowly stopped, and then a soldier knocked on the glass window. Li Xiaodong slowly lowered the window, revealing a small but sharp gaze, and said, "Tell you, Mr. Song Beichuan, President of Huaqing, is here. There are no troops, only four."

The soldier glanced back through the car window, but was glared hard by Ruan Qingyi and immediately retreated. He knew that this was a bit rude, but he wanted to look at Song Beichuan too much. After all, Song Beichuan is very famous, even greater than Kong Fansheng, and has strong strength, so it is normal to take a look.

"I understand, I will report it now, please wait." Then the soldier returned to the pavilion next to the checkpoint. After about five minutes, he returned to Song Beichuan again.

"You can go in, but the road is dark at night. Let's send a few cars to escort you." The soldier said politely.

Li Xiaodong gave him an angrily blank look. It was an escort, just supervising, afraid that a few people would engage in conspiracy!

Song Beichuan, who was sitting behind the car, said, "Then I'll be in trouble."

The soldier nodded and waved his hands up into the pavilion next to the level, and saw the pole in front of him slowly rising up.

Then Li Xiaodong started the car again. After driving about fifty meters, he saw four cars appearing beside him. The car that Song Beichuan was riding in at four oblique positions would not limit the speed of the car. It was just that they would follow as fast as you drive, just like chewing gum was always sticking tightly.

Li Xiaodong cursed and said, "Damn it, what's the matter, it's like escorting prisoners. Aren't we here to save them this time? Aren't we here to help them? Why are we still guarding against thieves?"

Song Beichuan smiled and sometimes flashed his reflection on the car window, saying, "When you sit in that position, you will understand."

"I will never sit on it in my life, and I can't play with my brain."

When everyone heard his self-deprecating, they smiled bitterly, because everyone wanted to sit in this position. Not only that, how many people fought for this position and how many people were so angry that they were like Song Beichuan. When facing such great power, they just smiled slightly and let go of their hands and let go of their hands. How many people could do it, and at the same time they could treat it without panic at all when facing countless conspiracies.

Their smiles are different, but only Song Beichuan smiles the hardest.

Not long after, I came to the place where Kong Fansan lived. The construction was quite good, and the roads were repaired smoothly. Street lights were also on on both sides, which were brightly lit. However, the tall buildings everywhere were a bit dilapidated and not maintained in time. A layer of walls outside was gradually peeling off.

Song Beichuan took advantage of the lights outside and saw patrol soldiers everywhere on the street. However, Song Beichuan couldn't figure out one thing: Who are they guarding against doing this? Could it be that they are guarding against themselves? When they meet, they must ask carefully.

Not long after, I came to a large villa. The villa was built on a mountain top, almost flattening the entire mountain top and building it along the mountain-shaped veins. Song Beichuan felt how grand his house was. He saw it at the foot of the mountain, but as he got closer, he felt that the size of the house was suffocating.

The architectural style designed is not the building you usually see, nor is it the oriental architectural style, but an architectural style full of modern and technological sense. If you have seen "Iron Man" and seen the villa owned by Tony Stark, you can naturally think of the house in front of you.

Let’s make a little estimate. If this house was sold under the high housing prices in Huaqing Country before the disaster, the price of selling courtyard houses would be no problem at all. And if this house was built, how could only be bought by one person? It can be said that as long as the rich man wanted to focus on this place, so that the price would be increased by each other. In this way, buying hundreds of millions or tens of billions is probably not a problem at all.

However, everything mentioned is before the catastrophe. After the catastrophe, the price here is zero, and it is not only the richest people who can live in it, but the most entitled people are qualified to live in it. In the northwest area, the only one with the most entitled is Kong Fansheng.

When Song Beichuan looked at his magnificent house, he could imagine why this guy refused to give up his power and settle for the second best. He lived in such a house and lived a luxurious life, and no one had the courage to give up.

After all, not everything is like chopsticks. It is easy to pick it up, but difficult to put it down.

After about ten minutes, the car followed the path built on the mountain and arrived at the door of the house. There was a large metal iron door with two lions on both sides, but they were not made of stone. The light at the door was a little weak, and Song Beichuan could not see whether it was made of gold or pure copper, so it was even hard to go up and knock on it.

So the four of them got out of the car together and came to the door. The iron door slowly opened, followed by a servant in front of them. They looked like they were fifty years old, with gray hair, neatly dressed in suits, and a red bow tied around their necks.

"Good evening, I'm welcomed you all, my master is waiting for you in the house." The butler said clearly.

Song Beichuan nodded, but Ruan Qingyi and Li Xiaodong on the side felt insulted. What kind of person is Song Beichuan now?

The president of Huaqing Kingdom! The first person to restore the country, owning more than 5 million square kilometers of land, but he only called a housekeeper to greet him?

And you don’t have to greet each other. The car drove to your doorstep and didn’t want to come out and take a look. It would be too disdainful to people!

Song Beichuan noticed the anger on the faces of the two of them and glared fiercely. Of course, he knew why they were angry, but now is not the time to get angry!
Chapter completed!