Lin Mo and Coffitt held hands and talked like confidants.

"Xiao Cui, go and take out my precious tea leaves and make a pot for Lord Zhuguo."

The maid outside the door, Xiao Cui, was stunned. What is the best tea in her collection?

Isn't the usual master only talking about the three levels of the best, the best, and the ones who are reluctant to drink.

This collection of fine tea is the first or the third.

"Master, is that what you're talking about?"

Looking at the maid, Coffitt had a toothache.

The inexplicable smile on Lin Mo's face filled Koffit's heart with unease.

"The one at the back of my bookcase was rewarded by the late king!"

Coffitt almost said it through gritted teeth.

He was reluctant to drink the tea gifted by the late King Jiayuan I on weekdays.

"Yes."

Watching Xiaocui go down, Coffitt and Lin Mo looked at each other.

"Lord Coffitt, you don't know the current situation in Vientiane Kingdom."

"There are turbulent scenes everywhere, and it really hurts my heart to see it."

Come on, is the trouble finally going to start?

Coffitt's eyes were fixed on Lin Mo, waiting for his next sentence.

"You said, will pulling you out for a few days will reassure the people?"

"what?"

There was a broken expression on Coffitt's face.

I'm still waiting for your next plan, you tell me you want to kill me and sacrifice to heaven?

"Lord Zhuguo, this old man has been in power for decades, and he has always been conscientious..."

There was a deep sense of grievance in Coffitt's tone.

Even the old man was about to cry.

"Lord Coffitt, I'm just joking, why do you take it seriously?"

After hearing Lin Mo's words, Coffitt was relieved.

"I'm going to hold a press conference at the palace tomorrow, and reporters from the big and small news agencies of the National University of Vientiane must come!"

"Princess Huoyina wants to canonize Mr. Yue Zhao as the Grand Master of the Vientiane Kingdom, and completely stabilize the chaos in Vientiane."

Coffitt's face turned bitter, it seemed that this was Lin Mo's real purpose.

It was impossible for Lin Mo to go to the house by himself and notify all the ministers.

And Chief Financial Officer Coffet, a man who can be called a professional socialite, is the best communication tool.

"Lord Zhuguo, just tell me what you want your subordinate to do."

Coffitt has already accepted his fate, and it seems that he can't escape Lin Mo's claws.

About ** Yue, Coffitt has also heard some.

This time, if the ** is more to become the master of the country of Vientiane.

Coupled with the status of Minister Lin Mozhu, it can indeed calm down the turbulent people in Vientiane.

"I would like you to inform all ministers of our plans."

"And I don't want any dissenting voices among them."

"Your Majesty understands."

Coffitt, an experienced old fox, instantly understood what Lin Mo meant.

It is nothing more than making himself a villain and using various means against all the ministers.

Let them obey on the surface whether they are convinced or not.

As for what method to use, Lin Mo didn't say, and Koffitt didn't ask.

Who does not understand the routine of sticks and sweet dates.

But even if you know it in your heart, can you escape?

"Lord Coffitt, I still have some important things to deal with. If anyone firmly expresses objection, just tell me directly."

"By the way, the powder in here should ease your pain,"

Looking at Lin Mo's back and the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

Coffitt groaned inwardly.

"You have prepared everything in advance, and you are pretending to be improvised with me."

But the pain from his butt kept pounding Coffitt's nerves.

He handed the small porcelain bottle in his hand to the doctors behind him.

"Don't paint it, just sprinkle this." JrNovels.com