V6.Chapter 177

The whole afternoon and evening, Li Tianlan did not idle down.

When he came to the eastern palace, he went to the cemetery and did not call anyone to talk. Instead, he found the Qing Dynasty and took him to meet with the families of each victim.

Among the families of more than 1000 people, except for a few victims who have no relatives, there is at least one family or even a small family behind each one.

All the people gathered in the East Palace at this time. In the huge sad atmosphere, few people asked. What Li Tianlan saw was faces of numbness and even despair.

Lost his son's parents, lost his brother's sister, lost his brother's sister.

The staff of the East Imperial Palace are relatively young, few of them are married, and fewer of them have children. But even so, Li Tianlan still sees some widows and children who have lost their husbands and fathers.

Li Tianlan is more and more silent. Perhaps no one's initial rise is based on the bones of countless people.

More than half of the Lost Army of nightmares

This is the most effective force in the east palace.

The price of this rise is so heavy that the whole East Palace is filled with blood at the beginning.

My own blood.

That kind of unspeakable heavy pressure in Li Tianlan's heart, he tried to meet with every family member, see their numb expression, listen to their suppressed cry, Li Tianlan's heart is completely filled with a strong and complex emotion, let him feel ashamed, even let him gasp.

The Qing Dynasty made a promise without any hesitation. Everyone who died in the eastern palace would be regarded as a martyr. The pension of the military headquarters would be implemented within three days. In the whole central continent, every family member could enjoy all the treatment of the martyr's family.

At the same time, Li Tianlan also gave the promise of the east palace.

The eastern palace will present the medal of bravery to every soldier of nightmares.

For the war dead, their immediate family members get the chance to settle down permanently in Xuanyuan city and allocate housing. Besides Zhongzhou's pension, each family can get 5 million extra compensation from the East imperial palace and 500000 commercial insurance for each immediate family member.

At the same time, all jobs and employment opportunities in Xuanyuan city will be open to the families of the martyrs who meet the conditions. The children of the martyrs can enjoy special preferential treatment in primary schools, junior high schools, senior high schools and universities all over Zhongzhou.

Li Tianlan's voice is very light and soft. The sword Qi is soft as the breeze flowing slowly over the east palace. His voice easily covers the whole East Palace and reaches everyone's ears.

The Qing Dynasty was stunned.

Everyone in the East Palace was stunned to hear the promise from Li Tianlan.

Even the bereaved family members were dazed.

It's not that no one thought that the eastern palace would compensate the war dead, but no one ever thought that the so-called compensation would be so... So, so

White Qing Dynasty subconsciously shook his head, for a time did not know how to evaluate.

Nightmares are all elite soldiers. Even if they are in Zhongzhou, their pension is different from that of ordinary soldiers. They are all paid according to the pension standard higher than that of grass-roots officers but slightly lower than that of middle-level officers.

The exact amount is three million for each person.

Li Tianlan's compensation is 5 million plus 500000 yuan insurance. There is only one compensation, but the insurance is 500000 yuan for each immediate family member.

This is almost the highest standard of compensation in the world.

In addition, there are housing and permanent residency in Xuanyuan City, which is equivalent to having a hukou in Xuanyuan city.

Although this city is now a luxury, the household registration is still in preparation. But the registered residence of Xuanyuan city has been extremely sought after. With the development of the eastern palace, the residence of Xuanyuan city will become more and more popular.

In addition, Li Tianlan also promised compensation, work and education.

There is no need to talk about the sincerity.

Li Tianlan doesn't know what else he can do. What he said must be effective. Now he can afford these compensations. Not only the victims in this war, but also the families of all the soldiers who died for the east palace will enjoy the same treatment from now on.

What Li Tianlan thinks of at this moment is Li Shi, who is supported by Li Honghe. He thinks of the large Li Shi cemetery.

For Li's sake, Li Tianlan has no way to revive the people who died in the war for the East imperial palace. He can only do his best to compensate them, not to let the war dead have worries, at least to be worthy of their efforts for the East imperial palace.

As for buying people's hearts, Li Tianlan has never thought that small favors may be buying people's hearts. But when his promise is made and realized, what he still thinks like this is only brain damage. When the compensation exceeds a certain limit, what he shows is sincerity.

Enough to let everyone in the East Palace die for Li Tianlan.

It's a kind of sincerity that everyone knows that even if they die, their families can live a good life.

Nearly late at night, after meeting with his family members, Bai Qing Dynasty seems to be in some difficulties. He is no longer young and does not know martial arts, so his spirit is naturally worse. Ning Qiancheng follows Li Tianlan, takes a look at Bai Qing Dynasty, and whispers: "I've told the kitchen to make a midnight snack, so I won't drink any wine. Anyway, I'm having a rest."

"I'll go to the cemetery again."

Li Tianlan shook his head, patted Ning Qiancheng's shoulder: "you take the Secretary General to eat something, and then go to rest, don't worry about us."

Ning Qiancheng originally seemed to want to say something, but seeing Qin Weibai, who has been quietly following Li Tianlan, he nodded and took Bai Qing Dynasty to the past.

Qin Weibai gently holds Li Tianlan's palm and makes a little effort.

"Tired or not?"

Li Tianlan takes a look at Qin Weibai.

"Not bad."

Qin Weibai smile gently: "are you tired?"

Li Tianlan shakes his head. Unless he is seriously hurt, he will not feel tired. However, when he meets so many family members, he has been shocked by strong emotions. He is inevitably tired. After shaking his head, Li Tianlan takes a deep breath, walks to the direction of the cemetery and whispers: "I asked Baitian to sort out a list of the war dead. I will be in the cemetery tonight, You stay with me. "

He didn't ask Qin Weibai if he wanted to have a rest. He didn't ask, just like a simple notice.

Tomorrow is the day of burial, more than 1000 soldiers of the eastern palace.

Li Tianlan has no scruples about letting them go, but at the same time, he will leave their last trace in the East Palace before they are buried.

He is the owner of the east palace.

Qin Weibai is the hostess of the east palace.

Li Tianlan is there, so must Qin Weibai.

It's their duty.

"Good."

Qin Weibai nodded obediently.

Li Tianlan bends down and holds Qin Weibai up.

The light of the sword flickered slightly.

The two figures disappeared in an instant.

The soft sound of the water rose in the night.

In the late night, there was a cold wind in Xuanyuan city.

Qin Weibai came down from Li Tianlan's arms and saw the huge hall still lit.

The hall was quiet.

But many families of the war dead are here to watch the night. Seeing Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai suddenly appear, many people subconsciously stand up.

"Sit down."

Li Tianlan shook his head and motioned them to sit down.

He looked at the crowd in the hall and didn't speak for a long time.

"Your Majesty, you..."

A seemingly 30-year-old youth took two steps forward and hesitated.

Li Tianlan looked at him and pointed to the direction not far from Lingtang.

A black wall has been erected there.

The black wall, which is more than ten meters high, is thick and solemn. It's a neat rectangle cut. It's a wall that is tens of meters long, more than ten meters high and nearly three meters thick.

The edge of the wall is carved with complex patterns, surrounded by blooming flowers.

Behind the flowers is the clear surging lake, and an exquisite arch bridge crosses the water and leads to the cemetery.

Li Tianlan took a look at the high wall and said calmly: "this is the hero wall of the East imperial palace. I have got the list of the war dead from Baitian. I will engrave their names on the hero wall one by one. This will become the last trace they left in the world and the most important trace they left in the East imperial palace. They are the beginning of the glory of the East imperial palace, In the future, it will also become the history of the east palace. I will not forget them, and the future east palace, my descendants, will not forget them. "

The young man stared at Li Tianlan.

The corners of his mouth moved and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Li Tianlan nodded to him and went to the solemn and deep heroic wall in the night.

Li Baitian has been waiting there.

His hands solemnly holding a long list.

Li Tianlan takes over the list and gives it to Qin Weibai.

"You read, I write."

He said.

It's like a ceremony.

It's the simplest ceremony, but it's also the highest standard ceremony in the eastern palace.

"All right."

Qin Weibai took the list with both hands. Her body was straight and her long hair was flying in the night wind. Looking down at the list, she had an indescribable holiness in the water like night.

Her eyes fell on the list and she read the first name.

In front of the hero's wall, the sword blows.

Li Tianlan pointed like a sword and carved the first name on the dark wall.

It's getting dark.

The sword spirit is surging on the hero's wall.

Li Tianlan wrote in the air, very seriously, stroke by stroke.

The people in the mourning hall came over gradually.

More and more people came. They surrounded Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai in the center, watching and listening quietly.

The hostess of the East Palace has a soft and gentle voice, reading one name after another.

In the bright light of the sword, the young east emperor carved their names on the wall, which became the history of the east palace.

The world is silent.

In front of the Black Hero wall, everything seems to have solidified.

The crowd suddenly rang out to suppress the extreme cry.

Crying seems to be contagious, and it's getting wider and wider.

Li Tianlan is quietly carving.

His eyes are also very quiet, but behind the quiet, the depths of his eyes seem to be brewing a very violent storm.

From midnight to dawn.

From dawn to noon.

When a private helicopter slowly entered Tiannan area and approached Xuanyuan City, Li Tianlan finally engraved the names of more than 1000 victims on the hero's wall.

One stroke, one stroke, one stroke.

Li Tianlan gazed at the area full of names on the wall. After a long silence, his fingers moved slightly.

A very simple line appeared behind the name.

December 2, desert.

So much for his description.

This is probably the end of the description that Zhongzhou can barely allow.

He stood in front of the wall of heroes for a while and turned slowly.

Qin Weibai had carefully put away the list and looked at her quietly. After standing all night, she was still straight, but her lips were a little pale. Because she didn't drink water, she even had some tiny cracks.

"Drink some water and have a good rest at night."

Li Tianlan said softly.

Qin Wei nodded his head in white, eh.

"Tianlan, will you be buried after lunch?"

Ning Qiancheng came and asked.

All the funerals in the eastern palace were simple, and no one was invited. The only one who represented the military department was the Qing Dynasty. Except for him, they were all from the eastern palace.

After all, it's not a happy event, there's no noise, there's no so-called bustle, quiet, solemn, sad and depressed. The East Palace is like a wounded beast licking the wound alone, refusing all the people who have nothing to do with the funeral and the dead.

Li Tianlan looked at him, pondered, and said, "ask the family members what they mean. In addition, the people are not complete. Wait for our two vice palace masters."

Ning Qiancheng was stunned.

Vice palace master?

Two of you?

He subconsciously looked at Qin Weibai.

Qin Weibai smiles and shakes his head.

As we all know, there is only one vice palace leader in the East Palace, who is a saint without enemy.

Ning Qiancheng picked an eyebrow and asked, "who is the new deputy palace leader?"

"They're almost there."

Li Tianlan said in a calm voice.

......

As the helicopter flies high above, the blurred outline of Xuanyuan city can be seen at the end of the line of sight.

The strategist who had been staring at the direction of Xuanyuan city suddenly laughed and said in a soft voice: "I'm a little nervous, but I'm nervous. Why?"

The saint sat in his seat and was watching a variety show on the cabin TV. When he heard the saint's words, he shook his head subconsciously and laughed: "it may be that people are used to hiding in the dark. When insidious becomes an instinct, they will be nervous for those who will appear in the sun."

“......”

Han Donglou was silent for a while. He turned to look at the saint and wondered, "aren't you the same?"

In the reincarnation of the twelve heavenly kings, except for the one who had been following Qin Weibai for a long time, the other heavenly kings had their own responsibilities. However, the two saints and military advisers who were in the front rarely appeared. Strictly speaking, they were all the existence of Yin people hiding in the dark.

Countless masters of the dark world in famous towns were killed by them, and in the end they overcame Zhongzhou.

A Shushan mountain and a Shengshi fund directly support the power of reincarnation palace in Zhongzhou. Both money and force are absolutely guaranteed, especially after the saints enter the invincible territory.

"Of course I'm not like you."

The saint gave a cry.

"So it is."

Han Donglou nodded thoughtfully: "I'm low-key. I'm really different from you."

"You? Low key? "

Situ cangyue, who has been silent, looks at Han Donglou.

For Zhongzhou, Han Donglou is a philanthropist, the God of wealth, and the patriarch of a neutral and powerful family. Internationally, Shengshi fund is really notorious. The great fame of Han Donglou is accumulated by Shengshi fund's making waves in the international financial market.

Star country, East Island, countless countries

In particular, in some countries with relatively weak forces and imperfect financial order, Han Donglou is both resentful and fearful when it is mentioned. In those bloody storms, which time did Han Donglou not stand on the cusp of the storm?

Such people are not low-key in any case.

"That's true."

The saint nodded: "he's really low-key in the dark world."

Situ cangyue was stunned and silent.

Han Donglou.

Reincarnation palace military division.

Before she knew the news, it was impossible to connect the two identities in any case.

Except for a few important occasions, the military advisers of the reincarnation palace rarely show up. If they are confined to the dark world, they are really very low-key, low-key and even have no sense of existence.

He silently controls the core of samsara palace.

Developing strength silently.

He reached out to the six groups in silence.

Silently supporting the development of Shengshi fund.

Finally, at the most appropriate time, he showed his identity.

Everyone was shocked, stunned, and then scared from the heart.

Today's East Palace, Li Tianlan has the strongest force, the East Palace has the strongest cohesion, and the existence of Han Donglou, make up for all the shortcomings of the East Palace, this alone, is enough to illustrate his importance.

Situ cangyue thought silently for a while, and suddenly looked up at the military adviser: "I have a problem."

"Well?"

The military adviser was a little confused.

Situ cangyue narrowed her eyes and said quietly, "in the past two years, have you been secretly supporting the development and construction of the East imperial palace?"

The sergeant gave a sound and nodded.

Situ cangyue didn't ask the amount of this investment. It must be an astronomical figure that choked her. She was just a little strange: "with such a large amount of investment, the capital trend of Shengshi fund has not been noticed by Zhongzhou? How is that possible? As far as I know, Zhongzhou, especially several powerful departments of the cabinet, have been watching the capital flow of Shengshi fund. And even if they don't find out, don't the people in the East Palace know? They don't even know where their money comes from, do they

"They really don't know."

Han Donglou gave a low smile.

This sentence seems to include Zhongzhou and donghuanggong.

Situ cangyue picked an eyebrow: "why is this so?"

Han Donglou pointed to the saint: "this guy says that insidiousness is my instinct. I don't think so. However, with such a large industry as Shengshi fund and reincarnation palace, how can I be a caretaker? In any case, we should keep our hands

"So?"

Situ cangyue is thoughtful.

"So it's me who secretly funded the construction of the East Palace, but it's not the Shengshi fund."

Situ cangyue was silent for half a minute, then slowly said: "that is to say, Shengshi fund is not your whole industry. Behind Shengshi fund, do you have other sources of money?"

"It's reincarnation palace."

Han Donglou corrected a sentence, he nodded and said: "of course, Shengshi fund is a part of our exposure. When this part is exposed, the palace master is ready to be found out by Wang family of Beihai and Kunlun City, so he left a part of the industry to develop secretly, but they haven't found out all the time. I disguise too well. It's a pity."

"Industrial..."

Situ cangyue thought: "what industries do you have in Zhongzhou? Or, what are the industries in the world? "

Everyone thinks that Han Donglou of Shengshi fund is a financial giant. Although he is involved in industry, there are not many, and many of them are cooperative projects with Zhongzhou. But now it seems that the reincarnation palace is much deeper than he imagined.

"A lot of..."

Han Donglou thought for a while. For him who wants to retire, sooner or later, these problems will be explained to situ cangyue and the saints. He thought seriously and said slowly: "we have many shares in many enterprises, some of which are secretly held, some of which are entrusted by shares, and many of them... Well, I'll sort them out and give them to you."

Many families

Situ cangyue thought about this so-called many, subconsciously said: "how many?"

"More than 600."

Han Donglou said carelessly.

"How much?"

Situ cangyue felt his ears were unreliable for a moment.

I heard it wrong. I must have heard it wrong.

"There are more than 600 companies, more than one tenth of which belong to the world's top 500 companies. There are also several funds similar to Shengshi fund."

Han Donglou said slowly, "that's about it."

Situ cangyue felt unable to breathe for a moment.

What Han Donglou said completely exceeded her wildest imagination. She didn't know how much wealth it meant.

"One thing is true."

The saint suddenly said, "the outside world thinks that Shengshi fund can mobilize more than one trillion yuan in the shortest time. This is not wrong, but they seem to have misunderstood something. The so-called trillion yuan is not Zhongzhou dollar, but Xingyuan."

“......”

Situ cangyue took several deep breaths continuously, but still didn't say anything.

Xingyuan is the currency of Xingguo. In recent decades, its exchange rate with Zhongzhou currency has been one to three, which means that Shengshi fund is one third of the economic strength exposed by reincarnation palace

"This is... This is... How to do it?"

Situ cangyue couldn't help opening her mouth, and her tone was full of incredible things.

She really didn't know how to express her exclamation.

"This is what the palace master did."

Han Donglou said calmly.

Situ cangyue was silent for a long time before she said softly, "a miracle."

"Miracle..."

Han Donglou recited the word several times, and then laughed.

He extended his finger to Xuanyuan City, which was close in front of him: "the real miracle is right in front of us."

Situ cangyue stood up and looked at the approaching Xuanyuan city and the eye-catching east palace through the cabin.

She took a deep breath and her face gradually calmed down.

Situ cangyue.

Wei Kunlun.

Han Donglou.

They're just three.

But today it brings a lot of things.

The elite of Shushan and sighing city will enter the eastern palace as soon as possible and become a new and larger nightmare army.

All the industries of Shengshi fund and reincarnation palace will merge with the East Palace in the fastest time to make up for all the shortcomings of the east palace.

From today, Han Donglou will be the chief financial officer of the East Palace, responsible for the merger of Shengshi fund and the East Palace, which will be his last post before retirement.

And situ cangyue will become the second vice palace master and the third invincible master of the east palace.

New identity, new road, new future, new stage.

Under the sun, the helicopter landed slowly in the solemn and silent East emperor's palace.

The three men arranged their clothes and walked out of the cabin slowly.

In a solemn atmosphere.

This is bound to be a grand debut that will shock the whole world.