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When Chu Tian ordered all his troops to attack Lhasa, the Hindu Institute was already full of murderous intent.

This is a Hindu school that has just been established. The carved patterns on the pillars at the entrance of the school are made of mountains, rivers, lotus, strange animals and figures, fairies, etc. The leaves and branches are bent and entangled between various patterns, and the entire pattern creates a dreamy world of immortals.

The floor leading to the main hall is paved with stone slabs, and you can occasionally see several cross-cut pebbles. The most dazzling thing is that dozens of colorful lights are arranged on the roof, constantly playing Hindu religious music. Unfortunately, no tourists come in to visit or visit. Anti-theft prevention is fifteen minutes, and it is modified at two o'clock.

The school was a little deserted. She held Chu Tian’s cheek and added clearly: “It’s often not seen people for a few kilometers or ten kilometers. In this case, “it takes at least ten years for the general army, whether it is prestige or the hearts of the people.”

Chu Tian nodded slightly, not denying Su Rongrong's words. Shuai Jun has never developed in the past two years. In addition to being vast and sparsely populated, what is more important is ethnic estrangement and people's hearts. Chu Tian once asked the Lord of the ** Hall to recruit some Tibetans to supplement, but no one has joined so far.

Tibetans are afraid of being cannon fodder, so the general army cannot treat each other differently.

But Chu Tian did not bother with these things, and asked in a deflection:

"Why did you say just now that the central government wouldn't let me touch the Du family?"

A wry smile flashed across Su Rongrong's face and sighed: "The central government has always been in a state of vague work. Although it supports the Tibetan Prince's Mansion to maintain order, it will not let people with ulterior motives catch the handle. Therefore, the money to support the Tibetan Prince's Mansion is paid by the people, such as Shanxi and Wenzhou."

"The Du family in Shanxi is the big one, and they spend 500 million yuan every year."

She patted Chu Tian's hand: "Ten years ago, the Du family in Shanxi had a net worth of only 400 million or 500 million. Because it was selected by the central government as economic support for the Tibetan Prince's Mansion, many of its projects were given green lights. In the past ten years, the wealth has increased many times, which has also made it the pillar of the Tibetan Prince's Mansion."

"Of course, the Tibetan Palace also gave the Du family an additional layer of protective clothing."

Chu Tian understood the relationship between the two, and then sneered coldly: "If the Du family planned the car accident last night, as long as the central government asked me to destroy the Du family, I would pay the money for the Tibetan Prince's Mansion every year, even if it was a billion a year! Of course, if I didn't let me destroy it, I would also destroy it."

"Chu Tian, ​​don't be impulsive, okay?"

A trace of worry flashed in Su Rongrong's eyes: "I'm worried that it will touch the central bottom line!"

"The problem is, now my bottom line is being touched."

Chu Tian stared at the operating room with a calm eyes. Su Rongrong glanced at a trace of sadness. At this moment, she hoped that her grandfather would appear to dissuade Chu Tian. In fact, she called just now, but her grandfather refused casually, only telling him that she believed that Chu Tian could handle the matter well.

She didn't know where her grandfather's confidence came from, she only knew that she was worried.

"Rongrong, don't worry, I'm a good person."

After the words came, Chu Tian's phone rang, and Shen Binger's words came to his ears: "Young Marshal, then, she lowered her voice and added: "By the way, Brother Cheng used extreme methods to ask the driver of the accident. The latter bit off his tongue and wanted to commit suicide, but was rescued by Brother Cheng. He tormented him for another half an hour. In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore and wrote a crooked earth word."

"There is another one, cross, and Brother Cheng said there is no problem with this trick."

"The Bureau of Commerce invites? Cross? Tu character? Du?"

Chu Tian looked calm and his voice was faint: "Where are they?"

"Qingdao Villa, a garden dedicated to the Tibetan VIPs."

Shen Binger said a few words lightly, and his tone was a little solemn: "Obviously they already know the matter and know your identity, so they entered the Qinghai-Tibet Villa under the arrangement of the Tibetan Prince's Mansion. And I have also heard that many noble officials rushed over, and there is no doubt that they want to protect them."

"The Du family and Du Jiande also flew from Shanxi."

Chu Tian smiled coldly: "Can Qinghai-Tibet Villa protect them?"

Shen Binger sighed and threw out the last two sentences:

"No one dares to attack it, it symbolizes the relationship between the ** and the central government."

Chu Tian stood up, Su Rongrong grabbed him with a bitter look on his face. Chu Tian smiled and comforted the woman softly: "Rongrong, don't worry about me, I'm not a person who has lost my mind, I just went over and take a look! Don't worry, I won't come out openly."

"I'll kill them secretly."

Chu Tian took out the commonly used phone card and left only a number to contact Shen Binger.

Ten minutes later, the military convoy rushed directly to the Qinghai-Tibet Villa, which was a VIP garden set up by the office of the ** compatriots. It was specially used to receive powerful people from **, great lamas, living Buddhas, Tibetan kings, governors, and even Solang, who had lived there. It can be said to be a place that symbolizes the authority of **.

Corresponding to it is Sun Moon Lake Garden, a villa set up by the office of Taiwanese compatriots. It is two hundred meters away from the Qinghai-Tibet Garden. After being attacked in the past, he stayed here for half a day, so Chu Tian, ​​who was sitting in the car, frowned slightly after sweeping over two villas that echoed each other.

But before he could think about anything, Shen Binger's phone calls poured in again.

"I found out the purpose of their visit to the capital."

Shen Binger's voice was calm and she sighed: "The Bureau of Commerce has a major project in the Qinghai-Tibet region to invest in, so she invited the second generation of coal and the Tibetan Prince's Mansion to come to Beijing to negotiate. Naturally, she had money and made efforts, but because the heads of various families were inconvenient to show up, and she came to Beijing was just divided into numbers."

"So they let the family members do it for them."

Shen Binger exhaled and finished briefly: "They just came to Beijing yesterday and were arranged by the Bureau of Commerce to visit around. Beijing University is also one of their fun. These second generations rely on studying abroad to gilt, so they have a natural sense of inferiority for Beijing University students."

"These cultural inferiority complex make them accustomed to making up for it with money."

Speaking of this, “No news yet?”

Chu Tian frowned slightly, then said lightly: "Don't worry."

As these three words fell, the convoy of the Shuai Army was already in the Qinghai-Tibet Villa. The forces that all parties rushed to the road were dragged by the Shuai Army brothers. Iron nails, car crashes, and stones were used to the extreme. In short, Chu Tian did not give them the opportunity to stop him, and at the same time, the communication between the Qinghai-Tibet Villa was cut off.

When Chu Tian got out of the car door, there were already 70 or 80 people gathered at the entrance of the garden, including the second generation of coal guards, the officials and guards in charge of the reception, and four lamas stood behind to fight. When Chu Tian appeared, they were all facing a great enemy, holding weapons.

They already knew about what happened last night, and they also knew that there were three deaths and three injuries in the car accident.

They also knew that the second generation of coal offended Chu Tian last night, and Chu Tian, ​​who was famous throughout the Heavenly Dynasty, also knew that the latter would attack the second generation of coal on the incident last night, so even though they did not understand the situation, Mei Duozhuoma still brought the second generation of coal into the Qinghai-Tibet Villa and also asked the central government for help.

Facing the crazy Chu Tian, ​​only the central government can suppress it.

"The people are quite equal."

Chu Tian's strange smile made everyone feel a little surprised and uneasy. Many coal second generations had already run out of the villa, stood on the steps, staring at Chu Tian's group, and then ran back under the advice of the guards. Chu Tian leaned quietly in the car, with a cold expression.

The closed door opened again, and a big belly of a Beijing official ran out.

The scene seemed a little nervous.

Chu Tian waved his finger to stop the Beijing official from speaking, and did not give the other party any chance to express any emotions such as concern, anger, nervousness, pity, etc., but took a step forward with his hands on his back: "I know, many of you don't want me to live, but,,, I'm still alive, alive."

Chu Tian spoke slowly, his voice ruthlessly: "Last night, a big truck crashed into a business car, three dead and three injured. I should have died together inside, but God mercied me and drove me to survive because he knew I wanted to do something for the dead."
Chapter completed!