YM778.TV Chapter 11: He Is Emperor Yin
Chapter 11: He Is Emperor Yin
He was originally extremely handsome, and with this smile, he had almost captured everyone\'s soul.
Si Fuqing was caught by his gaze. She paused for a moment and blinked. "Boss, you also know this history?"
Yu Xiheng\'s tone was calm and emotionless. "I\'ve read a few books of history. It\'s very interesting."
"That\'s good. I haven\'t finished reading it yet." Si Fuqing held her chin. "I\'ll ask boss you for advice after I\'m done."
Yu Xiheng didn\'t nod or shake his head. He just drank his tea quietly.
His other hand tapped lightly on the table, his eyes still full of mystery.
How could he not understand? That was an era he had personally experienced.
This was the place where he had once stood and looked down at the mountains and rivers.
It was just that the time and space had changed.
Even Emperor Yin, who was meticulous and intelligent, could not figure out why he would come to this 1,500-year future after his death and welcome a rebirth.
It was like a dream.
But Yu Xiheng knew that it was true.
He saw the Great Xia 1,500 years later.
Perhaps the heavens knew about his dream before he died and took pity on him, giving him another life.
To him, the records in the history books were not just rigid words, but proof that he had lived.
It was interesting to watch the future generations evaluate him.
Yu Xiheng had indeed read many biographies and commentaries about him. There was no lack of praise, but there was also mockery.
However, since after a person died, they would become a pile a soil in the end, he often just laughed and looked beyond it.
Those who criticized him and praised him were all things of the past.
If you win, you can be happy, and if you lose, you can also be happy.
He had never thought that a little girl could say such words.
He couldn\'t help but think of someone.
Today\'s Great Xia was technologically advanced and prosperous.
He indeed had no regrets.
Si Fuqing was very full from this meal. She leaned back lazily in her chair as she said. "I want to be a little fatty and rub my belly when I have nothing to do."
Feng San cleared the plates with a expressionless face.
He was already used to Si Fuqing saying anything out of tune.
At this moment, Yu Xiheng\'s gaze fell on her and he finally said, "Where do you live?"
"Ah?" Si Fuqing raised herhead and reported a location.
Yu Xiheng nodded and looked at Feng San.
Feng San immediately understood. "I\'ll send Miss Si off.""
At the same time, he felt a little strange.
Brother Nine\'s attitude towards Miss Si became even more intimate.
Si Fuqing carried her bag and blinked his fox-like eyes, she said. "Boss, if I perform well, can I have a long contract?"
Yu Xiheng recalled her ruthlessness in the car and the astounded words that could surly leave its mark in history she said earlier, he chuckled softly, "It\'ll depend on your performance."
Si Fuqing was satisfied. She made a heart gesture happily. "Boss, I love you. I\'ll go change first."
Since she already caught a big fish, she would surely take all the advantage first before moving to the next one.
Anyway, she knew a lot of things. If she really couldn\'t do it, she could set up a stall on the bridge and repair phones for people.
I\'m really a little genius.
Si Fuqing skipped away.
"Doesn\'t she look like one?" Yu Xiheng suddenly asked.
"What do you mean, Brother Nine?" Feng San\'s expression turned serious.
In an instant, his brain had already begun to search for suspicious targets from various large organizations. Which agent or killer looked like Si Fuqing?
Although Feng San had a good impression of Si Fuqing, he was prepared to kill her on the spot.
Yu Xiheng replied, "A color-changing fox."
Feng San had question marks on his face.
What?
**
When Si Fuqing came out after changing, Feng San drove over.
It was a pure white car without a logo, and the model was very low-key.
However, once she got in, Si Fuqing realized that this car was different.
She quietly placed her hand on the window sill.
There were at least three kinds of hidden weapons inside, not to mention the other complicated mechanisms.
As long as someone dared to hijack this car, these hidden weapons would instantly take their life.
Not only that, but the exterior of the car was also very sturdy. It was obviously made of special materials.
It seemed that her boss had quite a deep background.
Si Fuqing naturally asked if Feng San was a member of the Mo family in the Central Plains
Although the Mo Family had stood for thousands of years, it was not a field that ordinary people could enter.
Feng San noticed her scrutinizing gaze as he asked. "Miss Si, do you like this car?"
"So-so." Si Fuqing leaned back and her hand touching her chin. "It can still be improved."
However, the price she asked to modification was not low. Moreover, she would not casually help others modify their vehicle.
Feng San\'s competitive spirit was aroused. "How do you improve it?"
This car was forged by the Mo family, priceless, and often sold for one billion or more at the Central Plains auction.
Si Fuqing snapped her fingers and pointed at a plane flying past in the sky. "Do you see that Great Xia 750?"
Feng San looked up, stunned. "How do you know that\'s a 750?""
"Easy. Lin International Airport only operates two models, 750 and 349. This plane is flying east, which means it\'s going to the East Ridge Sea, so it must be a 750."
Feng San nodded subconsciously.
Si Fuqing tilted her head before she said. "Give me three days. I can make this plane fly directly to the Moston Dukedom at a speed of 6000 kilometers per hour.""
The Moston Dukedom was located in the center of the Western Continent, more than 10,000 kilometers away from the border of the Great Xia Empire.
Feng San\'s mouth twitched.
Why was he so confident that he could accept all of Miss Si\'s nonsense?
A speed of 6000 kilometers per hour had to be a rocket-powered prototype.
A research institute\'s decades of hard work.
"When I have money, I\'ll buy a car too." Si Fuqing said slowly, "You drive too slow. It\'s not fun."
"..."
After Feng San sent Si Fuqing back to her small apartment, he almost fled away.
Si Fuqing shrugged her shoulders, and nonchalantly said, "Young people these days can\'t handle anything."
She closed the door, threw herself onto the soft bed, and rolled around a few times.
Yu Xiheng had paid her 100,000 yuan in advance, and she had already placed an order online to buy more than ten boxes of electronic parts and snacks.
The feeling of being rich was really good.
Si Fuqing lay down for a while before going to the kitchen to cut the honeydew she had just bought.
Then, she went to the computer desk and opened the laptop.
Half a day had passed, but her name was still on the trending searches. The scolding war on Weibo had already reached a white-hot stage.
Si Fuqing was very impressed that such a low-level fight between fans could last for so long.
As she ate the honeydew, she looked at the clamoring Lu Yan fans with relish.
[Tianle Media didn\'t say anything. It\'s probably true. Otherwise, they would have refuted the rumors long ago.]
[Si Fuqing, get out of "Youth With You". Get out!]
[Brother Yan is also silent. Otherwise, with his gentle personality, why wouldn\'t he come out and say something?]
[Can the production team say something? Is Si Fuqing really harassing our Brother Yan?!]
[Si Fuqing, you\'re really disgusting.]
Si Fuqing took a sip of water and slowly typed a new Weibo post.
There was only two words.
[@Si Fuqing: Screw Off.]