If you cannot achieve it, you can only give full play to the role of your subordinates, know others and be good at responsibilities, and play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. This is the way to be a commander.”

Standing on the Linjiang Tower, Wufeng looked at the bustling crowds of people on the streets downstairs, and his thoughts were fluctuating. Today, Qingyang is completely different from the situation a few years ago. The influx of a large number of immigrants has caused the city to expand rapidly. Even though the rate of immigrant inflows has declined in the past six months, the population entering the city every day remains a considerable number. A large amount of funds flowed from the wealthy Jiangnan, Wuhu, East China Sea, and the imperial capital. Combined with the cheap labor brought by immigrants, Qingyang has turned into a huge construction site and workshop.

The busiest place every day should be considered a job introduction office. In addition to the local government, the chamber of commerce has also opened a larger scale, while the other smaller scale is run by private individuals after approval by the internal department for profit purposes. Every day, many people looking for jobs and business owners who need workers flock to these places, and the two sides meet here to eventually achieve their respective goals.

Immigration from all over the world has also turned this place into a hodgepodge. In addition to Tang language, Lanya, which is popular in the Western continent, Tianfang language, the main language of the Central continent, and the basic language used by nomadic peoples can be heard everywhere. Of course, the pronunciation and different pronunciations and slang prove that they come from different countries and regions. This place has become the intersection of cultural areas of several continents. Night language schools and skills training schools have also emerged under the guidance of local governments. In order to facilitate work and life, people have participated in study and training to make themselves more advantageous in job hunting and work.

All this is like magic. In just two or three years, Qingyang City has undergone earth-shaking changes. Fortunately, Wufeng predicted the development in the next few years in the early stage of rebuilding Qingyang, and expanded the planning and design of Qingyang City several times. Therefore, although the population has increased sharply, it has not affected urban planning.

Looking from the railings, the desolate area two years ago has developed into a residential area. The small streets and alleys that were once deserted have now become prosperous commercial golden ports. The rent has soared dozens of times compared with the previous two years. Still in short supply, which makes the merchants with a little vision so happy that they can't stop.

The people live and work in peace and prosperity, and the city is prosperous and prosperous. All of this is in my own control. It seems that I should be satisfied. If I can make such achievements in just a few years, what are the requirements for it? But why do I always have a lingering hope in my heart? I grew from an ignorant boy to a prince who dominated the country. It seems that my mentality has changed unknowingly. The desire to make achievements and become famous all over the world seems to have become a desire to have greater power and wealth. But what is my ultimate goal? I will resolve the people in the water and fire? It seems to be too noble. Get more power and wealth? It doesn't seem to be completely. Enjoy the full enjoyment and enjoy the luxurious life brought by beauty and power? I also feel too vulgar.

Just as Wufeng looked at the fertile land under his rule and seemed a little confused, a clear voice came from behind him: "Amitabha Buddha, donor, I am polite."

Wufeng, who woke up from the thoughts, slowly turned around, and then realized that he was too careless and fell into deep thought without a guard. If the other party had bad intentions, he would have suffered a great loss.

He Xi's smile appeared on Wufeng's face: "Old fairy, I'm so rude to wander around the next moment."

"Where should I be disturbed. I saw that the donor was handsome and majestic. He was a hero in the world and couldn't help but want to get close to him." The man came with a childish face and a blue Taoist robe, and looked even more extraordinary.

"Oh, the immortal is too famous. I am just an ordinary person. How can I afford such praise? I see the Taoist priest, I don't know where to practice the truth?"

Haha, the old Taoist replied: "The wind and rain duckweed is floating all over the world."

Wufeng also smiled slightly, subconsciously narrowed his eyes, "It seems that the Taoist priest travels around the world, and I think he must have seen someone."

"I dare not say that I have seen someone, but I have practiced the way of observing the mind since I was a child, and I have thought I had achieved some success in knowing people and observing colors." The old Taoist was not humble, and his dull little eyes occasionally showed a sharp light that was undetectable.

"Oh?" Wufeng seemed to be unbelievable.

"The donor seems to be unbelievable. I just observed the donor's face hall. Although it was full of lush clouds, it was always surrounded by depression. It seemed that the donor had a knot in his heart that could not be untied." The old Taoist did not care about Wufeng's attitude and said with a smile.

Wufeng didn't care about the old Taoist words. How could people convince themselves by just these vague words? Who can say that they have no worries in their hearts? Who can say that they have no hope?

Seeing that Wufeng was still dispensable, the old Taoist knew that his words did not touch his heart, so he continued calmly: "The donor of my temple seems to have something big and difficult to decide, and he is still hesitating, but he seems to be scruples. I wonder if I guess it is accurate?"

Wufeng's heart tightened. This old Taoist really had two tricks to see his thoughts. Even though he had not yet hit it, it was not far away. It seemed that he could not underestimate this person. Zhan Yan asked, "Can the Taoist master see what he wants to make a decision?"

The old Taoist laughed, "The donor is a tough guy. I am not a god. How can I know what the donor is in his heart? I am just watching the donor look up at the sky and leaning down on the earth. It should have a majestic intention, but there is a wandering attitude between the donor's eyebrows, so based on this, it is asserted."

Wufeng felt relieved. So that's it. He really thought that this person could see through people's thoughts. Isn't that a god among the immortals? If he can't use it for himself, he will probably be difficult to stay.

The old Taoist didn't know that his life had been in the gate of hell at this moment and came back, and he still smiled and said, "However, if the donor has any doubts in his heart, I am willing to solve the donor's problems."

Wufeng's eyes were fixed on the old Taoist. Although the old Taoist still looked calm, his heart was also secretly raising his mind. The person's momentum in front of him was fluctuating, which made people feel unpredictable and profound.

After a while, Wufeng said word by word: "I am not insidious about Taoist priests. I am doing business and starting from scratch. After years of operation, my family has a lot of assets. Now I have a great opportunity. I want to use this to show my skills and hope to achieve a greater career. Unfortunately, my family and friends all regard the market turmoil and advise me to act cautiously. I am unwilling to give up the opportunity at this time, but I feel that my family and friends have a reasonable opinion, and it is really difficult to make a decision, and I am confused." Wufeng regards the battlefield as a shopping mall,

Taking the Luzon crisis as a good opportunity, it is also true to tell this matter. Some officials in the government have proposed that they should stop and seize the opportunity to develop the economy at a time of peace, and do not want to start another war. The merchants also expressed their hope to maintain the current good situation and avoid war. These statements, whether explicit or implicit, were introduced into Wufeng's ears through various channels, which also brought considerable trouble to Wufeng. Even Wufeng himself was entangled in the mood of gains and losses in his heart, and he was rarely at ease.

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? The donor does not have to seek trouble. When a man is in a person, he should think twice before he acts. When he is a human being, he needs to look thousands of miles away and do his best. This is called a real man. I hope that my words can make some sense for the donor." The old Taoist said loudly.

I am happy and I am happy. Wufeng slowly chewed and savored this sentence. In an instant, my heart suddenly became clear, so what is success or failure, but I am so relieved.

"Donor, I have said goodbye." Just as Wu Feng was savoring carefully, the old Taoist had already stood up and bowed his head, and floated away.

"The Taoist priest ````````" Wufeng quickly stood up to chase, but the old Taoist silenced at the entrance of the stairs, leaving only one sentence: "Goodbye if you are destined to be."

"Happy with grudges and revenge, and sing wildly to let the horse go to the end of the world. "The clear singing sounds quickly disappeared along with the figure of the old Taoist in the vast crowd downstairs.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the old Taoist, Wufeng, who had untied his heart, felt extremely relaxed. He couldn't help but stand up and stretch his body. He had no more depression in his heart. He was indescribable and excited. His surging mood was filled with desire for the upcoming challenge. He turned his head and looked at the place where the setting sun in the southwest was. Come on, let's compare who could play a more gorgeous music on the same stage.

Just as Wu Feng was staring at the southwest with high fighting spirit, the man thousands of miles away seemed to feel the strong fighting spirit. When he raised his head, he was a pair of quiet eyes, as if nothing in the world could cause its fluctuations.

"General Gregory, how are the exercises in the south going on?"

"Returning to the Grand Marshal, the exercise has come to an end and has achieved its intended purpose. The troops are ready to take a short break after the exercise, and then stand by on the spot to wait for your orders." The answer was a tall and thin general, who seemed to be a few years older than the person sitting, but the tall and thin general's respectful attitude made people know who the master is here at a glance.

"Well, can they rest for a while, and will the other troops set off?"

"We have already gathered and prepared to set off in batches. Considering the confidentiality, we plan to arrange all of them to march at night."

He nodded silently, and a smile appeared on the person behind the case: "You go to the logistics department, and you will supervise and inspect all kinds of equipment yourself. Don't be careless at all. Warn Rozeboer and tell him that if there is any mistake, you don't have to come to see me again."

"As for orders, Grandmaster."

"Okay, go and close the door for me."
Chapter completed!