For Jiang Tianshu, this battle was a complete defeat.
The Conservative Party's decision to share profits from its pharmaceutical business with food tycoons can indeed curb the Radical Party's reforms of livelihood bills to some extent, while also pushing forward military reforms to achieve its own goals.
But the sudden attack from the Black Street made Jiang Tianshu feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.
What is synthetic starch?
Why would someone in the underworld possess this technology?
Even if Qin Che is truly an extraordinary being, where did he get the production equipment from?
Jiang Tianshu couldn't understand it.
But he had to change his plan immediately. The Black Street was a project spearheaded by the Conservative Party, and he couldn't just stand by and watch them side with that old devil Chen Fusheng!
"I'm going to Black Street!"
Jiang Tianshu immediately looked at Li Han and said in a deep voice.
Li Han frowned and said, "Going at this time... I'm afraid it's already too late."
"No, Black Street belongs to the Conservative Party. If Qin Che is willing to talk, we can make even greater concessions."
Li Han said, "But you just ordered a reduction in the drug supply to Black Street, this..."
Jiang Tianshu's expression was particularly unpleasant.
Isn't it because they cut your drug supply that they went to cooperate with Old Man Chen?
These people have absolutely no sense of gratitude!
How much benefit has the Conservative Party gained over the years through its hard work in the fight against organized crime?
Now, thinking they've found a powerful patron, they're getting too cocky.
"Hmph, extraordinary? He should cherish his position. Someone like him will not be easily let go by the Number One Wall. What bargaining chips do you think we can offer?" Jiang Tianshu asked.
Li Han said, "We need to restore the supply of medicine first, and then negotiate with Qin Che to see what his demands are. We can provide military assistance to Black Street. I heard that Qin Che is training troops and has recruited some people. They must be lacking weapons and equipment. Also... Black Street is hiring gunsmiths and a scholar from the inner city walls, trying to mass-produce weapons, because they have mineral deposits and are not short of raw materials..."
Jiang Tianshu pondered for a moment and said, "Let them handle the weapons and equipment themselves. Why don't we just send them directly? Go to the First Division and take a few truckloads of equipment out. Consider it a gift for my first meeting with Qin Che."
"yes."
Li Han nodded and strode out the door.
Jiang Tianshu sighed, gazing at the sky outside the glass house and the oasis-like scenery in the small garden. He was going to make a phone call to tell the grain crocodiles about this.
Synthetic starch has appeared in the underworld!
Westburg and the Oasis Alliance will never stand idly by and watch them grow and expand.
Gifts must be given, and sticks... must also be prepared.
Just as Jiang Tianshu picked up a metal landline phone and put it to his ear, suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. Secretary Li Han was seen flying back, his head covered in blood. He slid a distance on the ground and crashed into a small fountain, dying instantly.
Jiang Tianshu turned his head in shock and saw a young man dressed in a gray fine-woven suit walk into his glass room with a blank expression.
"Qin Che!"
In an instant, Jiang Tianshu, who had never met Qin Che before, recognized the young man's identity through intuition and called out his name.
"You recognize me?" Qin Che looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Tianshu slowly put down the phone. "I was just about to go to Black Street to see you, but I didn't expect you to come. Well then, let's talk."
As he spoke, Jiang Tianshu glanced at Li Han, who had already breathed his last, his gaze dark and gloomy.
However, Qin Che shook his head and said, "I'm not here to negotiate with you."
"They're here to kill you."
Whoosh!
The words had barely left his mouth.
Qin Che instantly appeared in front of Jiang Tianshu from dozens of steps away!
Immediately afterwards, a large hand swiftly grabbed Jiang Tianshu's aged neck.
He was lifted up by Qin Che with one hand.
It looks like a chicken.
Qin Che tilted his head, carefully examining Jiang Tianshu's face. Seeing him blushing and struggling to pry his hands off, he smiled slightly and said, "You politicians, do you really think I'll play games with you? Rules are built on the foundation of power. I can kill you like slaughtering a dog. Why should I negotiate with you?"
“If you die, my next step will be to kill Zheng Shishu. Chen Fusheng has promised to support Black Street and will use extensive operations to squeeze out your party machine and make it the only ruling party in Sand Castle. I will reshape the rules.”
Jiang Tianshu didn't say a word.
But in his eyes was horror and panic.
It kicked its legs several times before finally coming to a slow stop, and a pair of old hands hung down from above, like a tattered rag in the wind and sand.
When a person is killed, they die.
Qin Che threw the old man out, and the body slid far away, crashing into the small fountain in the central hall, where it landed neatly next to Li Han.
Qin Che turned his head and looked at the maids kneeling in the corner, trembling and covering their mouths, not daring to make a sound. He wondered in his heart... should he kill them too?
On second thought, it's unnecessary.
So what if his infamous reputation spreads throughout Sandcastle?
He doesn't run for leader.
Qin Che, expressionless, lifted his robe and moved away, his body swirling around, instantly disappearing from the central hall.
The maids, pale-faced, slowly raised their heads, and then there was no more sound; only two corpses remained beside the small fountain.
...
At the same time, Chen Fusheng glanced at the clock on the wall and said to Liang Hui, "It's ready."
Liang Hui nodded solemnly and quickly walked out of the office.
Chen Fusheng smiled slightly, twirled the pen in his hand, looked towards the small garden, and chuckled, "You two old devils, I'm not playing with you anymore. Clinging to the thighs of superhumans is the only way... Hehe."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a piercing alarm sounded from the direction of the small garden.
Chen Fusheng stood up, walked to the windowsill, put his hands behind his back, frowned and muttered to himself, "Damn it, he didn't kill everyone, did he?"
A subordinate rushed into the office and said, "Sir, we have taken control of the Conservative Party's three laboratories in the First District and obtained the executive order!"
Chen Fusheng turned his head and said, "Quickly suppress the First Division and tell my driver to wait for me downstairs. I need to go to Sand Dune Tower."
"yes!"
Bang!
Bang!
Several gunshots rang out from the small garden, unleashing a bloodbath. The calamity of the sandcastle was about to strike. Then came a buzzing sound, and a violent explosion resounded throughout the oasis at the base of the sand dune tower, flames rising like a delicate rose.
Politicians and crocodiles never imagined that someone would simply flip the table and, in the most primitive and cruel way, disqualify them from standing on the stage.
In the face of an absolute machine of violence, any rules and skills are useless.
Completely crushing everything in its path!
As the corpses fell one by one in the corridor, Qin Che, holding Zheng Shishu's head, faced the soldiers from an unknown division who had rushed over and revealed a hearty smile.
"The master is dead, and your bunker is gone too."
"Come on, I'll show you a fireworks display."
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