The other party said coldly: "This is all sent by Hamid himself!"

Chen Zhonglei's expression was gloomy and he said gritting his teeth: "Hamid is bringing our army!"

As he said that, he said, "In this way, it is no longer possible for me to decide whether to negotiate or not. I will report to our palace master immediately, and everything will be decided by him!"

The other party said disdainfully: "I don't care about you, I just come here to tell you that I have made an agreement with the other party. At three o'clock this afternoon, Hamid's negotiator will take a helicopter to the military camp. At that time, I will hold a peace talks with him in person, regardless of whether you participate or not!"

After saying that, he took his cell phone back from Chen Zhonglei's hand and turned around and left.

Chen Zhonglei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then immediately took out his satellite phone and dialed it to Wan Pojun who was far away in Yanjing.

At this time, Wan Pojun was in the old house of Wan family, looking at the dozens of cheap coffins piled up in the yard with great satisfaction.

These coffins are made of thin and rotten broken wooden boards.

Although the whole body is covered with extremely inferior red paint, the gaps on the coffin board that are enough to be stuffed into one dollar coins can also be seen.

Moreover, this inferior paint smells very pungent, and even in an open air environment, it makes people feel a little uncomfortable in eyes and throat.

Looking at so many cheap coffins, Wan Pojun asked Lu Haotian with a very satisfied smile: "Haotian, where did you buy this pile of rotten wood? I have lived for more than 20 years and have never seen such a rotten coffin..."

Lu Haotian smiled and said, "Go back to the palace master, these coffins are really hard to find. I took people to the poorest mountainous areas and asked the old carpenter there to make them overnight..."

As he said that, he knocked on the coffin board of one of the coffins and smiled: "People say that the thicker the coffin board, the better, but the thickness of the coffin board is not as thick as that used in rural areas. The old carpenter told me that although they are in a poor mountainous area, no one in the mountains is willing to use such inferior coffins. They would rather go up the mountain to cut trees and save enough thick wood to ask the carpenter to make a coffin than sleep with this kind of rag. It is said that this kind of rag is specially prepared for old poor households without children, and costs hundreds of dollars a bite."

"Okay, very good." Wan Pojun nodded with satisfaction and said, "The day before the Qingming Festival, you bring enough people to send these coffins to the Ye family! If the Ye family is willing to take the initiative to give up Yeling Mountain, take the initiative to dig out the coffins of Ye Changying and all the ancestors of the Ye family, make room for my parents, and the whole family wears mourning clothes to welcome my parents' coffins to Yeling Mountain to get into the soil, I can spare their lives, but if they don't want to, these coffins will be regarded as a gift I prepared for them!"

Lu Haotian was secretly surprised and couldn't help asking: "Lord of the Palace, let the Ye family take the initiative to dig out the coffin of their ancestors and then wear mourning for your parents. Can the Ye family accept this great shame?"

Wan Pojun said expressionlessly: "If they accept it, I will save them a life; if they do not accept it, then these coffins will be prepared for them!"

Lu Haotian asked him: "District Master, if the Ye family agreed to your conditions, what would you do with Ye Changying? After all, he has been dead for so many years."

Wan Pojun said coldly: "I have already planned Ye Changying's fate. After my parents moved to Yeling Mountain, I will use my own hands to crush Ye Changying's bones and ashes in front of my parents' grave! Let my parents see the spirit of heaven, and I finally held the deep blood hatred for them!"

At this moment, Wan Pojun's orderly soldier ran over with a satellite phone and blurted out: "Lord of the Palace! The phone number of the Green-Eyed Wolf King! He said there is something important to report to you!"

Wan Pojun frowned and said sternly: "Then he would better tell me any good news!"
Chapter completed!