The Eighth Prince Suotu's palace atmosphere covers an area of ​​100 acres in the suburbs of Hohhot. The entire palace was designed by a well-known domestic architectural designer. It has a cross-decoration of Mongolian and Han elements, with a strong momentum and magnificent magnificent nature. It is famous for its external appearance as a resort villa.

Only those who understand this know this is the home of the Eighth Prince. People who can enter and exit here freely have a certain status in Inner Mongolia. Resort villas, small bridges and flowing water, green forests, elegant environment, everything you can have, golf courses, cinemas, indoors

The outdoor swimming pool, indoor and outdoor basketball courts, etc. are like a paradise. The villa is highly vigilant and there are many secret whistles coming and going, especially today, every five steps is 10 steps.

In the Chinese restaurant, the birthday party where the executive chefs of several five-star hotels in Hohhot were held by the chefs in person, slowly kicked off. The parking lot next to it was full of luxury cars, including Rolls-Royce Bentley Maybach.

, You should know that Inner Mongolia has been in the limelight in recent years, and the rich minerals have made many smart people here rich overnight and become rich. Every year, at the international auto show in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and other cities, rich Inner Mongolians form groups to sweep

, so much so that the streets of Hohhot are full of luxury cars, and one million cars are embarrassed to enter the circle here. An interesting joke, getting married in Ordos, Hohhot and other places

If you like to compare the pole, if you use ten Porsches, I will use twenty. If you use twenty, I will use twenty Lamborghini Ferraris. When the next one is the Hummer Bentley, etc. It is said that some families want to give it

My son got married and was about to use four Rolls-Royce as a wedding car. Who knew that he had only borrowed one, but he had something to refuse. He saw that he was going to get married in two days. The coal boss was so angry that he asked the company's deputy.

The money always took the cash withdrawal car to Tianjin and Tang, and it was airlifted back, shocking a group of people. Therefore, it is not surprising that these luxury cars were seen at the Eighth Prince's birthday party. You must know that these people can enter this circle, it is not bad.

money.

In front of the door of the resort villa's sub-house, Yang Xiang, who was slightly bent and thin, was responsible for security. The sub-house was the guest room of the resort villa, the restaurant conference room, etc. Yang Xiang, who had a bald head and wrinkled face, looked a bit like a man of the Qing Dynasty.

The person who said hello to him was just a cold face and nodded slightly. He would whisper "offend" after he was sure there was no danger.

Yang Xiang, who has been guarding the Eighth Prince Suotu for decades, is like a lone wolf, with sharp and tricky eyes, and can see through people's souls. It seems that any thoughts or conspiracies cannot escape his eyes. He died in Yang over the years.

There are many people in Xiang's hands. He is a wolf dog from the Eighth Prince Suotu. If the Eighth Prince asks him to bite, he will bite whoever he wants to bite, and he never fails.

The last one appears is that Li Pojun, who is now guarding the northeast, showed a hypocritical smile and flattered him and said, "The Prime Minister is auspicious."

Yang Xiang was relatively polite to these three vassal officials under the Eighth Prince who guarded one side, and looked up slightly and said, "You are polite to Pojun, you are the prince's godson, and you are the master of Northeast Mongolia. You are here so late.

It shouldn't be. The other two have arrived long ago."

"That old fox in Ordos has arrived?" Li Pojun asked intentionally.

Yang Xiang's mouth showed a hint of displeasure and said softly, "Batter comes the earliest today."

"It shouldn't be, it's really surprising. He was always the last in previous years. This year he has been so diligent." Li Pojun murmured to himself, but his eyes looked at the surrounding environment. Li Pojun in a suit and tie was more energetic than before

Many people, when looking at Yang Xiang, were disdainful and even more afraid.

"Get in, don't let me wait for a long time." Yang Xiang waved his hand and smiled perfunctorily, obviously he didn't like Li Pojun. Li Pojun was not silly and approached Yang Xiang. If he did, he might have done this before.

I politely chatted with Yang Xiang and said some dispensable officialdom words, but unfortunately, he doesn't know how to do it today.

Li Pojun smiled self-deprecatingly, walked forward with big strides, and when he walked into the vice building and was about to enter the restaurant, he subconsciously stopped, slowly turned around and stared at Yang Xiang who was hunched over, and said to himself, "It's just an old dog."

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Ten minutes later, Yang Xiang glanced at the list in his hand. Everyone who was coming had arrived. After Yang Xiang reminded his confidant who was responsible for the security, he turned around and walked towards the restaurant. As the most loyal person beside the prince.

The birthday party is about to begin, how can you do without him?

There are only five tables in the huge restaurant. The dining table in the middle is the largest, which is the main table. The middle of the table is filled with flowers and longevity peaches. The other tables are secondary tables, surrounding the main table, and there are several hand-picked beside each table.

The carefully selected beautiful waiters were serving them tremblingly. You should know that these big guys here are rampant in the entire inner world of Inner Mongolia.

At this moment, except for the position north of the main table, the other tables are full. The main table is filled with the three lackeys of the Eighth Prince, Moncibatel, Monzhongharbala, Montreal Northeast Li Pojun and Si.

A godson and two core think tank military advisors are the real core figures of the Eighth Prince. The other four tables are also quite interesting, with the big men in Mengxi, the big men in Northeast China, and the big men in Mongolia.

The main town of this table is Lao Ma, the butler of Harbala, and the last table is the disciples and killers raised by the Eighth Prince, who often help him deal with some shameful things.

The gentle man who met Li Sansheng in the old city at noon also sat on the main table. He is the secretary-general of the Inner Mongolia Entrepreneurs Federation. He owns a large business group and has investments in several cities in Inner Mongolia. He is the main business.

The most valuable and important identity of coal mine real estate and department store business is one of the four godsons of the Eighth Prince of Inner Mongolia. The man kept muttering the words Li Sansheng said at noon, which turned the whole hall into

Almost all the visitors were surrounded by them, but still no Li Sansheng was found.

"Lao Huang, what are you looking for? Are you looking at which of these beautiful waiters today and your taste? It's good to take them out to be cool at night?" The man's surname is Huang Mingtu. People who know him call him Lao Huang, sitting next to Lao Huang.

It was Harbala, the eagle in the Mongolian center. Because of the Dzeko incident, Harbala stayed in the resort villa during this period, waiting for the Eighth Prince Sotu to help him wipe his butt.

"I was looking for a man. I met him when I was accompanying Deputy Secretary Han of the Municipal Party Committee in the old city at noon when I was inspecting the demolition process. He said that he would also attend the prince's birthday party in the evening. So far, I haven't found him?" Lao Huang frowned and explained.

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Li Pojun on the other side replied with interest, "Oh, there is such a thing. What does that man look like? Maybe who knows us?"

Lao Huang thought about it and recalled, "I was very young, with short hair, about 1.8 meters, free conversation, and not at all stage fright in front of me. It was a rare young man."

"Master?" Li Pojun murmured subconsciously.

"Why, Pojun, do you know him?" Old Huang seemed to hear Li Pojun's words and asked with a smile.

Li Pojun came back to his senses and smiled awkwardly and said, "It seems to be a little impression."

A table of men of the same level and size are full of mercy and chatting and laughing. They seem to be very close, but in fact they are just a formality. They each have their own circle of interests. Some of them are even more opponents, but there is the Eighth Prince. Suotu pressed down, no one dared to act rashly yet. Even so, there was still a thorn in his words.

Batel and Harbala are not right, so Batel deliberately asked, "Halbala, are you planning to stay here for the prince for the rest of your life?"

Bater took the lead in opening fire at Harbara. Everyone on the table closed their mouths tactfully and looked at the wind and clouds with a smile. Harbara knew that Bater looked down on him. Bater, who was of noble origin, had a deeper status in the circle than him. The prince He was also respectful to him. But he himself was different. His superiority was lucky and lucky, and he had not made much achievements over the years. In addition, he was a distant relative of the prince, so everyone naturally looked down on him.

But others look down on him does not mean that Harbala will swallow his anger. He still can't stand Bater's pretending behavior and fights back, "Stay here, there are mountains, waters and beauty, it's better than eating coal in Ordos. Be strong”

Halbala secretly mocked Batel for taking Monsi like his backyard in recent years and did not take the prince seriously at all. Batel smiled and said, "Whether eating coal or eating, they are all doing it themselves, better than some If something happens to someone, the prince will have to wipe his butt."

Everyone chuckled and laughed at the fact that Harbala committed this time, causing great trouble for the prince.

In the VIP lounge next to the restaurant, a real big shot is drinking tea. Behind him is Yang Xiang, a descendant of the Mongolian royal family, stood. In front of him, a classical beauty wearing a cheongsam half-kneeled on the ground to make tea. The figure of a woman The cheongsam is slit up, with a slant of the front and a squint, which makes people very angry. The cheongsam is slit up until the base of the thigh, and her slender legs are wearing flesh-colored stockings to seduce men to commit crimes. Unfortunately, she is sitting on a red sandalwood chair and wearing the Tang suit of the Eight Immortals birthday celebration. The old man who is over 60 years old and goes straight to his seventies has long lost his ability, but everyone has a love of beauty.

"Yang Xiang, are you all here?" Yang Xiang, who could make the inner and outer lords call him Xiang Yu, stand respectfully behind and bent down to serve him, was the only eighth prince of Inner Mongolia who asked for a picture. The aura of the superior who was not angry and powerful was arrogant. The beauty of cheongsam was breathing nervously.

"I'll all say that," Yang Xiang replied in a low voice.

There are two walnuts in Suotu's hand that have been polished for decades. They are round and smooth and valuable. They were given to him by a master back then, saying that they can bring him good luck. Over the years, they have experienced ups and downs. He took it over and made him believe in the master. However, since that time, he has never seen the master again. After searching for decades, he still has no results.

Suotu took the tea handed over by the beauty of cheongsam, and did not have the confidence to taste it, but drank it all in one go, and stood up and said, "It's time to go out."

The beauty quickly stood up, held Suotu, Yang Xiang followed closely and slowly left the VIP lounge...

On the main table of the restaurant, there was a lot of gunpowder. Harbala and Bater were still going back and forth. Lao Huang and another godson of Sotu, the man who had stumbling for him also faced each other. Li Pojun drank with a smile. Looking at the joke while drinking, what will happen to a group of people who are in a gang?

At this moment, the door of the VIP lounge was pushed open, and an old servant shouted in a deep voice, "The Prince is here."

Everyone stood up at the same time, almost shouting "Prince Good Luck" in unison

People who don’t know this domineering and exposed scene would think that they would travel back to the Ming and Qing dynasties or the shooting scene of costume TV series. Suotu raised his hand slightly and shouted in a confident voice, "Sit all."

Everyone sat down, and Suotu sat steadily in the upper position north of the main table under the support of the cheongsam beauty. Yang Xiang was still standing behind Suotu. The cheongsam beauty bent down to show off her perfect curve to help Suotu clean up the tableware.

After that, he also retreated to the side. A group of people stared at the cheongsam beauty, with their eyes full of desire. If they could sleep with such a beauty, it would be worth it even if they died. More men were interested in when they could fantasize about how they could

Such a beauty takes for herself.

"It's rare that everyone comes back. This opportunity is just once a year. They are all their own people, eat, chat, drink and drink. If there are so many grudges, I have to let go of them today. I know that many of you are all

There is a holiday, maybe eating on the table is the fate you have cultivated in several lifetimes. Let go of everything you can let go. It’s no big deal. When you live to my age, you will understand something I told you before today.

The simple truth is actually just a few words. If you understand it, it is a blessing. If you don’t understand it, it is a sin. If you suffer more losses." Suotu could feel the atmosphere on the main table, it is the same every year.

I knew it well, so I said angrily.

"What the adoptive father said was," Li Pojun flattered him, and a group of people followed him and agreed.

Suotu smiled and said, "Don't say so many polite words in me. I can't know your little thoughts, and I'll talk about it in my heart. I have lived for most of my life and seen all kinds of people,

Ordinary people, nobles, rural men, heroes in green forests, people who slaughter dogs and sell meat, and people who are noble and domineering, who have no skills?”

A group of people looked at each other, and no one dared to be foolish in front of the prince.

"Prince, I won't talk about these things in a great day," Bartel persuaded him tactfully, knowing that he was a little angry.

Harbala snorted coldly and said, "Prince, today is your birthday. We will pay our respects to you first. I wish you good fortune as long as the East China Sea and longevity than the South Mountain..."

Before Harbala finished speaking, Sotu stopped and said, "Okay, I'll give up on this birthday. I'm tired of paying birthdays every year. I'm a person who deserves to die long ago. It's a lucky chance to live to this day.

, I can't live when I deserve to die, and I can't die when I deserve to live. Today, there is nothing to do. You just give me food and drink. After leaving here, I won't care what else you can't let go of, I won't care."

"Your Majesty, I don't know if I can have a drink." As soon as the Eighth Prince Suotu finished speaking, the closed restaurant door was pushed open, and a sarcastic voice resounded throughout the hall.
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