The first thousand two hundred and eighty-three chapters of the cold country appear
Lu Yishen was waiting outside the conference room door.
Seeing the door open, Lu Huanting came out, and he immediately went up to meet him.
"Father, how is the meeting going?"
Lu Huanting glanced at him and lowered his voice, "Go back and talk about it."
This is the cabinet room, which has just concluded an emergency meeting involving the cabinet and the military.
"En." Lu Yi nodded deeply and followed Lu Huanting's side.
He has not officially entered the cabinet, so he is not eligible to participate in this meeting.
As the president, Huo Jingyan was also waiting in the presidential palace at this time. Because of China's special political situation, he would also avoid being suspicious of such meetings.
The only decisions that can be made are the cabinet, which represents the president's opinion, and the military, which represents the military's opinion.
Of course, the results may not be enforceable, as long as the parliament votes against it, it will not be passed.
This is the separation of powers in China.
Lu Yishen saw his father's brows furrowed, and guessed that things might not go well.
He followed Lu Huanting, walking in a hurry with a solemn expression.
At this moment, a deep and cold voice came from behind.
"Premier Lu, please stay."
Lu Huanting stopped when he heard the call, and Lu Yishen also turned around.
Behind them, a tall man who was nearly two meters tall was standing there.
The black military uniform wraps his bronzed skin, and the muscular lines of his muscles are almost torn by the military uniform.
He was obviously a middle-aged man in his fifties, but his whole body burst out with a powerful aura that could not be ignored.
He is like a majestic mountain, and like a solid rock, he is the most respected guardian of the Chinese people, the king of the army - the cold country.
"Marshal Han." Lu Huanting looked back. Even though he had seen Han Liguo many times, he would still be shocked every time he faced him.
It was almost the first time that Lu Yishen saw Han Liguo at such a close distance. He gritted his teeth and forced his gaze to meet Hanliguo's scrutiny, only to feel that the hairs on his back stood up.
"En." Han Cangyan nodded, his icy gaze retracted from Lu Yishen.
"Premier Lu had better reconsider what happened just now. Our military has never been afraid of war, but it would be better than going to war if we can resolve disputes without a single soldier."
"I know about Marshal Han, but the cabinet still insists that you can't easily bow your head. This is not for personal interests, but for the entire country of China. If you bow your head once you are threatened, the diplomatic status of China in the world will be very high in the future. Awkward."
Han Liguo's cold gaze was fixed on Lu Huanting's face, the scar from his brow bone, through his eyelids, down to his cheekbones, looked hideous and terrifying.
"There are only a handful of countries in this world that dare to threaten our country with war. However, since the cabinet insists not to bow, our military is naturally not afraid. Don't worry, we are ready to go to war at any time."
Han Liguo said so, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised with playfulness.
If Lu Huanting is an old fox, then his Hanli Kingdom is a falcon soaring in the sky.
Lu Huanting was cunning, and he wasn't stupid. Who wouldn't say anything at the scene, and he would never let his soldiers die for such a boring thing.
Thinking of the "rebellious son" at home, Han Liguo decided to discuss it with him after he went back.
If it really doesn't work, I send Han Mianmian to direct the battle.
He didn't believe that there was Han Mianmian, Han Cangyan would tolerate the call from Europe.
"By the way, I will hold a banquet next month to formally introduce Xuan'er to the major families in City B. When that time comes, remember to arrive early."
Han Liguo's tone was icy cold, and he was clearly talking about something very festive, but he had an air of indifference.
