aced in my hands... Heavens, I couldn't bear it!"Lin Meiyue's small mouth was wide open, enough to fit an apple. Although the cave had already been occupied by this enormous treasure, she didn't expec...She had just lifted her head when a hand grabbed her hair and pushed it down hard.

Help, help.

A soft knock came from the door, delicate yet clear.

After three knocks, Shen Cunmao lowered his hand and head, staring at his toes, waiting for his father's permission to enter.

When Shen Cunmo received a call from his secretary, he was in a car leaving Seoul for an important meeting in another city.

But no matter how important the meeting was, it couldn't compare to his father's command that he must return home within half an hour.

If there were no time limit, Shen Cunmao could explain further, saying that the meeting he was attending was very important and if he could wait until it ended, he would rush back immediately.

But with time constraints, Shen Cun dared not hesitate even a jot besides obeying orders.

All the way, Shen Cunmo hurried, and after half an hour of struggling, he finally knocked on his father's study door.

That heart, which had been anxious about being late, finally settled down.

Within the Shen family, no one dared to defy Shen Mingqing's wishes.

Since Shen Yun's biological father, the second son of the Shen family, was locked in Room No. 7 of Zanglong Mountain Villa twelve years ago because he was late, he has never come out again.

Shen Cunmao didn't hear his father telling him to come in, but he heard heavy breathing and a woman's muffled nasal sound.

In a muffled nasal voice, there was an indescribable joy, tinged with pain.

Of course Shen Cunmo could deduce what was happening in the room from those sounds.

If it were another man, knowing that his 73-year-old father was doing that with a young woman in broad daylight, he would definitely be ashamed and embarrassed. He would probably curse his old man a hundred thousand times.

Shen Cunmao will not.

He knew very well that such a thing was perfectly normal for the direct male heirs of the Shen family.

All the women who have slept with men of the Shen family's main branch will become addicted and unable to be driven away even with a stick.

Shen Cunmao was not ashamed or embarrassed by this, but rather proud.

In that country where South Korean men are generally short, the Shen family's man dared to tower above the rest, making countless beauties bend over for him. This must be a gift from heaven.

Shen Cunmao stood outside the door. According to the sounds coming from inside, a very erotic scene slowly appeared in his mind.

Daydreaming.

Suddenly, he remembered the "treasure of the museum" in a certain museum in Russia.

That baby has been soaking in formaldehyde for over a century.

During the reign of the last Tsar of Russia in the 19th century, a demonic figure emerged.

The demon's name was La Yu.

This guy is simply amazing, world-famous.

In his decades-long career, he did many things that would make modern people dumbfounded to hear about.

In his lifetime, he slept with approximately four thousand women.

It should also be noted that these women were all still members of the Russian aristocracy.

Among the most noble, none surpass the Empress of Russia.

There are all sorts of imperial concubines, princesses, and noblewomen.

La Yu Pu had another fetish: after sleeping with a woman, he would take scissors and cut off a lock of her hair to keep. When soldiers came to search his residence after his death, they found several large boxes filled with women's hair inside.

Not only was Lyubov Popova a friend of Russian women in that era, but she was also a renowned spiritualist.

He accurately predicted many things, including the day he would die.

When he died, even his killers were terrified.

Because he was repeatedly shot, his head was smashed by a barbell, and then his hands and feet were tied up and thrown into an icy hole, he survived for eight minutes underwater.

Therefore, Lu Yu is also known as the immortal.

Although he was still dead—cut into a thousand pieces, reduced to ashes—his root, which had once captivated countless Russian noblewomen, was cut off, soaked in formaldehyde, and placed in a museum as the prized possession.

The precise length of the Luyu Puna artifact is 28.5 centimeters.

By chance, Shen Cunmo had once visited that museum and seen the "Supreme Man" with his own eyes.

At first glance of the supreme man, even though he was mentally prepared, his heart skipped a beat in fright.

It wasn't the length of that thing that scared me, but rather—it felt very familiar

Okay, for now, let's use the three words "very familiar" to describe the terror he felt at the time.

Why should Shen Cunmao be afraid

Because the man others saw was a specimen, preserved and lifeless, he had seen him alive.

The living man, the supreme ruler, is right in his own home.

His father, Shen Mingqing!

Of course, he could see it when he bathed with his father as a child.

But Shen Cunmo was still young at that time, naive and ignorant. He didn't understand the size of that thing or what it meant to a man.

When he grew up, he would know all of this—Shen Mingqing's three sons each possessed a source of pride, and from it they enjoyed something extraordinary that could not be spoken of to others.

Shen Cunmao still knew that the Shen family men's requirements for women were absolutely beyond what outsiders could believe.

A hit with the ladies.

And it doesn't matter about time, place, or interest. Just drag whoever over and do it.

Of course, considering their extraordinary status, the Shen brothers still exercised restraint when they were outside.

Shen Mingqing, who had long retired to enjoy his golden years at home, needed to restrain himself for what

Of course not.

So, Shen Cunmao, who hurried back, heard those strange noises at the door of his father's study and wouldn't be surprised. He would only patiently wait.

"Heh heh, how did I suddenly think of that demon La Yu Pu Just because his thing is similar to the men of our Shen family, right"

Lost in thought, Shen Cunmo daydreamed. Just as he was thinking this, he finally heard his father’s voice: "Come in."

The seventy-three-year-old man, after finishing that kind of thing with the young female secretary, his voice when he spoke again was not even a bit tired, instead it was full of energy, which was also something that made the men of the Shen family proud.

"Yes."

He agreed with a nod, Shen Cunmao raised his hand and lightly pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The room was filled with a peculiar smell.

The secretary, already kneeling again with flushed cheeks, delicately extended her fragrant tongue to wipe away the smudged traces from her lips.

She wasn't embarrassed at all that Shen Cun had been eavesdropping outside for so long and had seen her doing this diligent work.

Her cheeks flushed, simply from having just tasted the indescribable peak.

"Go out first."

Shen Mingqing's gaze swept across the lips of his young secretary, and he nodded in satisfaction, waving his hand and saying.

The little secretary lowered her head in agreement, stood up and walked out with shuffling steps.

Shen Cunmao knelt on the right side of the case, his hands resting on his knees, bowing his head slightly, waiting for his father's orders.

"Have a look at this first."

Shen Mingqing pushed Shen Yun's computer to him.

Shen Cunmo only then raised his head, took a glance, and his face instantly changed color.

This was because he saw the title of that file.

If it weren't for his composure, he would have almost cried out in alarm.

Without Shen Mingqing needing to say anything more, Shen Cunmao pulled both notebooks forward and looked them over carefully.

Another half hour passed before he finally let out a long sigh and lifted his head.

I don't know when, Shen Mingqing had already brewed two cups of tea.

"Thank you, father."

After expressing his gratitude, Shen Cunmo then carefully held up a cup with both hands.

"Can you determine how unreliable this writer's work is"

Only after he had put down his teacup did Shen Mingqing ask in a soft voice.

He asked questions in a rather unusual way.

Instead of asking how true something is, ask how false it could be.

"Authenticity, 80 percent."

Shen Cunmo did not answer immediately. After thinking for a full three minutes, he cautiously said.

At that moment, Shen Mingqing had already determined that the authenticity of this file was probably 80%.

Now, even the eldest son, who was by nature more cautious than him, said that this plan for a live-fire drill by the Hua Xia military on Army Day had at least an 80% chance of being true. Then Shen Mingqing could basically determine that Duan Chuhou was not using the opportunity to influence Shen Yun's vote and deliberately releasing smoke bombs to mislead people.

"Well, I feel the same way."

Shen Mingqing let out a dry chuckle, raising his teacup as he did so. His eyebrows twitched oddly. "It seems that young master Duan, obsessed with Yun Wei, is truly a devoted soul. Alas, if it wasn't for something crucial at stake, how could I bring myself to sever this connection so easily"

Shen Mingqing was right.

If it wasn't this top-secret plan, the most confidential one in Chinese history, he would never have made such a "take-it-or-leave-it" deal.

It's entirely possible to use the granddaughter as bait, to reel in Duan Shouchang, this big fish. We could get a steady stream of information from him.

After all, the Dali Duan clan, who is deeply trusted by the Chinese military, has access to military information that those small fry couldn't even dream of.

If things went well, Shen Mingqing was certain that with the immeasurable wealth and resources of the Hancheng Shen family, he could elevate Duan Chusheng to the highest echelon of the Huaxia military.

When the time is right, commanding Duan Shuzhuang, who will be deep in the mire by then, to do anything could absolutely cause a major earthquake in China, and even overturn Shenzhou.

But that day felt incredibly distant to Shen Mingqing.

Although he possesses the strength that any ordinary man would look up to, his lifespan isn't much longer than theirs.

So he couldn't wait.

This decision was made to "sacrifice" Duan Shouchang ahead of schedule, so that he could see the things he wanted most in his lifetime.

Moreover, the longer it takes, the more variables there are.

As for this, Shen Cunmao also thought the same.

The Duan clan of Dali in China, though they met with a tragic end, even when Duan Shuzhi, the emperor, was blinded by love and made a fatal error, one must consider that decades later—even if he was already trapped in despair—he might not have surrendered.

Just as Shen Yun's beauty cannot last for decades, Duan Shucheng, forced to this point, is highly likely to commit suicide and apologize.

If that were the case, it would be a losing deal for the Shen family.

"Father, what do you think"

"Sheng Cunmao said, pointing to the top-secret data on his laptop screen."

"No to South Korea."

Shen Mingqing shook his head.

"I was thinking the same thing."

Shen Cun nodded: "If South Korea leaks this information, making Hua Xia lose face, they will do everything in their power to find out who leaked it. Once they do, they will point the finger at our Shen family. We, and even South Korea, cannot afford to bear the wrath of Hua Xia."

"Heh heh, so it seems we can sell it for a good price. Then, we just watch the fun from the sidelines."

Shen Mingqing chuckled and raised his hand to point east, then west. "Then analyze it for me again. Who would be more profitable to sell to"

"Why not sell it twice"

Shen Cunmao asked rhetorically.

"Sell twice"

Shen Mingqing was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and burst into laughter: "Ha, haha. It seems I'm really old. You're right, such a good thing, if we don't sell it twice, how can we live up to Yunzai"

"Where is she"

After this, Shen Cunmo dared to follow up and ask about Shen Yun's whereabouts.

She is in Room 7 of the Canglong Mountain Villa.

Shen Mingqing's smile receded, and he replied calmly.

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