Chapter 512

The fireworks were extremely beautiful, illuminating the boundless night sky.

Everyone's pupils reflected the gorgeous brilliance, and their brows were filled with joy and hope.

The peace and happiness they longed for had finally arrived!

"Each generation is better than the last, this is the true meaning of hegemony." Su Yang said lightly.

"Indeed, water can carry a boat and can also overturn it; the Warlord never understood this truth, which is also the reason for his defeat." Lin Yang nodded in agreement.

"Blind toughness can only bring short-term compromise; once a leader chooses to stand up, the thousand-mile embankment will eventually be destroyed by an ant's nest."

"There are only a few minutes left, let's enjoy this city one last time..."

The three watched quietly, and at the moment when everyone was celebrating, they smiled and waited for teleportation.

They were already extremely familiar with the surrounding environment, but they still seemed out of place.

The reason was none other than that they didn't belong to this world.

Ten thousand lights, but not one belonged to him.

Thinking of this, Lin Yang's eyes showed a bit of loneliness, mixed with a bit of relief.

"Played so many games, finally acted as a good person once."

"Merits and demerits are half and half; if we really talk about merit, you and I would have been dragged out and beheaded ten times." Su Yang said.

Hearing this, Lin Yang laughed, "Also, just talking about you bringing in the warlords from outside the city is enough to stink for ten thousand years."

Su Yang's eyes fell, staring at the children holding firecracker sticks chasing each other, laughter lingering in the night sky, "A general's success is built on ten thousand bones, they will never come into contact with the answer."

After speaking, a portal suddenly appeared behind the three.

Opening this door, they would completely leave this world.

"Let's go, time to go back to prison." Lin Yang stretched, a bit of fatigue appearing in his eyes.

At the same time, there was a bit of reluctance.

He opened the portal, the three looked back together, and at the moment when everyone was having fun, they waved goodbye.

"Goodbye..."

As the three figures stepped in, the portal suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, no one noticed the departure of Su Yang and the others.

This grand ceremony lasted until dawn, and people left reluctantly.

Liuhe Street No. 5.

In the master bedroom of the manor, the sleeping man seemed to have a premonition, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and gasped for air.

"Hoo~"

Zhao Xian took a towel to wipe his sweat, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"This dream I had..."

He dreamed that the Warlord returned with troops, Su Yang was shot to death by random gunfire, and Lin Yang and Yin Yun did not escape the fate of being captured.

The business map that was built with great difficulty was trampled flat overnight.

Jinshan City fell back into the dark age.

"No, how could that stray dog, the Warlord, have a chance to make a comeback?" Zhao Xian thought to himself.

And with Su Yang's ability, how could he not think of a countermeasure?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the alarm clock and then got out of bed, rubbed his head, which was aching from a hangover, and dragged his heavy body out of the room.

"Snap!"

At this time, a soft sound attracted his attention.

Looking down, he saw an envelope.

It was written—'To be opened by Zhao Xian'.

"This handwriting..."

He felt very familiar, and curiously picked up the letter and opened it.

'President Zhao, good morning!'

"Pre... President?!" Zhao Xian was stunned, his brain crashed instantly, and he didn't react for a while.

'When you see this letter, we have already left.'

'Actually, you guessed long ago that we don't belong to this world. Simply put, it's like receiving instructions from heaven, asking us to save the people from fire and water.'

'Now that the task is completed, it's time for us to go back.'

'Calculating by age, I should call you Uncle Zhao, but for so long, I haven't called out once.'

'You said yesterday that meeting me was your luck.'

'Actually, meeting you was my luck. After knowing you, I spent a very happy time.'

'Calculating, you and I have only known each other for a few months, but in my opinion, it seems like several years.'

'Now that I'm gone, the heavy burden of the Liuhe Chamber of Commerce falls on your shoulders.'

'I thought about the position of president for a long time, and it can only be done by you.'

'Minister Feng acts decisively and ruthlessly, with a full leadership style, but lacks a bit of human touch.'

'Minister Zeng only wants to guard his own one-third of an acre, not to mention Shadow.'

'And you are a veteran of the Liuhe Association, and the people below are convinced, so being president is more than enough.'

'Only lacking a bit of tact, but it doesn't matter, Minister Feng will help you make up for it.'

'The revival of Jinshan City is a long and arduous road, and the next task is handed over to you.'

'Remember—no matter how difficult it is, never lose hope in this world.'

'During this time... thank you, and thank you all.'

'Goodbye.'

Signed, Su Yang.

Zhao Xian squeezed the letter paper tightly with both hands, his chest held a breath, and his face turned from red to white.

He threw the letter onto the table and ran out the door.

Then he drove to Liuhe Street No. 1.

"Uncle Liang!"

Zhao Xian pushed the door and entered, and as soon as he entered, he saw Feng Yan with red eyes holding a letter.

And Uncle Liang was also sitting on the sofa, wiping his tears, "President Zhao is here?"

"Uncle Liang..." Zhao Xian was struck by lightning when he saw this.

He thought this was a joke played by some prankster while he was drunk.

But when he saw that these two also had letters in their hands, he understood instantly.

So Su Yang really left...

Zhao Xian instantly lost his strength, slumped in the chair, and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Why..."

Clearly the Liuhe Chamber of Commerce was getting better and better, and there were endless good days in the future.

Su Yang was never a person who coveted pleasure, but he paid so much, why couldn't he even enjoy it for a moment?

Why did he have to leave quietly when everyone was happy?

And the letter even said he was an envoy sent by heaven to save Jinshan City?

He didn't believe this kind of thing, and he didn't accept it even more!

"Uncle Zhao, did Su Yang really leave?" Feng Yan asked in a low voice.

As soon as the voice fell, several anxious people rushed in from outside the door.

"You..." Feng Jingchu understood as soon as he entered the door, his face changed drastically.

Zeng Yunzhong's expression changed for a while, sighed and said: "Damn it, I have never admired anyone in my life, Su Yang is the first!"

"Sitting on such a big gold mountain, he said he would leave, and he handed over the position to others."

"With such a big pattern, this is to put us on the fire and roast us!"

Zhao Xian closed his eyes and said: "Su Yang left a letter for each of us, he was prepared to leave long ago."

"I don't know how to be president, isn't it a waste to hand over this pile of mess to me?"

"He's better, after dealing with the bad things, he left all the good things to us."

"This guy... is he trying to make us live in guilt for a lifetime?"

Feng Jingchu's expression was complex, looking towards the Central Square, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space, looking directly at the human statue,

"After the matter is done, brush off the clothes and go, hiding merit and fame..."