At Mr. Ma's insistence, the doctor took out a small exquisite box from his white coat's pocket, with two pills inside. He served Mr. Ma to take one pill. Mr. Ma insisted on taking both pills. The doctor had to obey and quietly pressed the switch on the electrocardiogram monitor. Mr. Ma fell asleep again.

Strangely, Meng could continue to do it. Master Ma Liu kicked it in a freeze, hitting Chen Zikun's temple and kicking this guy to death.

Ma Yunqing, who is over 100 years old, has the ability to achieve everything in this extremely real dream. Things always develop as he expected. After getting rid of the bully Chen Zikun, Ma Liuye got into a lawsuit and had to leave his hometown and go south to join Sun Yat-sen, join the Whampoa Military Academy in Guangzhou, and later secretly joined the Communist Party. A few years later, he participated in the organization and launched the Nanchang Uprising and fired the first revolutionary shot.

Twenty years have passed in a flash, and Ma Liu has forgotten that he is an old man in his twilight years. The extremely real texture of the dream made him believe that he has returned to the past. With his familiarity with history and rich experience in political struggle, in Xibobo in 1948, Ma Yunqing replaced Mao Runzhi and became the founder and leader of the party and the revolutionary army. Photos of him and General Zhu were hung in the schools of the party and government organs in the liberated areas.

On October 1, 1949, on Tiananmen Square, Ma Yunqing, dressed in a navy blue Zhongshan suit, announced in a strong Beijing accent that the Chinese people have stood up from now on!

Of course, Chairman Ma is not a god, but also a flesh-and-blood person. His private life is more colorful than other leaders. Not only are there movie stars from Shanghai, but also literary young women from old revolutionary areas, bourgeois ladies, etc.... In Zhongnanhai, various dances are often held. On the red city gate building, Chairman Ma's majestic portrait looks down on all living beings.

In 1967, Chairman Ma and his elders personally launched the great Cultural Revolution, and the mountains and rivers of the country were red. Chairman Ma was experiencing the Yangtze River and staying at the Donghu Hotel in Wuhan, an accident happened. A large number of blinded revolutionary masses rushed to the hotel. The head guard led the soldiers into the bedroom, carried the chairman in his pajamas and ran away.

"Let me go!" Chairman Ma shouted.

After waking up from the dream, Ma Yunqing opened his eyes and subconsciously shouted: "Little Little Li!"

He called his guard Li Jinqiao, but Li Zi was not here, and the doctor came.

At this time, Ma Yunqing could no longer tell which dream was or which reality was. Both had the same length and the same texture, but the degree of excitement was different. He was more willing to return to the turbulent 1960s to suppress those insincere generals and intellectuals with ulterior motives. No, he had to go back, that was the real world, this was just a dream.

So Ma Yunqing took the attitude towards dreaming and ordered the doctor to take the magical medicine for him again, but the doctor looked puzzled and said that the medicine was specially made and had been used up.

"Then let the staff buy it." Ma Yunqing looked down upon him. He is a retired vice-national leader, equipped with a private car villa for secretary and guards, and first-class medical treatment. No matter how expensive the medicine is, he is qualified to enjoy it as long as there are in this world.

The doctor saw that the temperature was almost done, so he asked a few perfunctory words from the old man and went out to invite someone in.

The person who came was Ji Yugan, who was wearing a white coat. He had a brief conversation with Ma Yunqing for a while with a smile of confidence. The content was very simple. This "drug" was developed by him, but now some people want to grab scientific research results and sell them to foreigners for profit, so they want to ask Mr. Ma to come forward to stop him.

"Ma Lao's influence is crucial to us." Ji Yugan said, "This placebo is the fruit of our Chinese labor. If it falls into the hands of outsiders, it may play a bad role, such as becoming a new generation of psychiatric drugs."

After the nourishment of a happy dream, Ma Yunqing, who had already become terminally ill, had his organs exhausted and relied on drugs and instruments to maintain his life, seemed to have recovered his glory as an elder and senior leader. His face covered with old-spots was full of radiance, and his withered hand waved: "As long as I am here, I will never allow this kind of thing to happen!"

Ji Yugan left the ward, shook hands with the doctor, and gave him a reassurance: "I have hired the best lawyer and paid three million US dollars in bail. The son will be free tonight in China. I will arrange for him to go to Mexico, and then smuggle back to China, change his fake identity, and be another person."

The doctor was grateful, looked back at the old man in the ward and whispered: "Do you think this trick is useful?"

"Maybe." Ji Yu smiled unanimously. He also looked at Ma Yunqing who was in good spirits, and secretly lamented that power is not only a spring medicine, but also the best stimulant.

Ma Yunqing couldn't wait to ask the health nurse to call his son. In a short while, Ma Jingsheng and Ma Fengfeng rushed over. They thought the old man was about to lose his way and wanted to give important last words, but they saw a spirited father sitting in the sun room enjoying the blue sky and sunlight in Beijing.

Ma Jingsheng was very puzzled. His father was in poor spirits for a while and he rarely even went to bed. Now he was able to bask in the sun. Could it be a sign of a return to the sun?

When Ma Yunqing saw that his children and grandchildren had arrived, he immediately issued an instruction to have a future technology company that must protect and strongly support national industries and not fall into the hands of outsiders.

Ma Jingsheng and his son looked at each other. The old man was so well-informed that he even mastered the recent thoughts of the younger generations.

"Dad, how did you know?" asked Ma Jingsheng.

"The drugs produced by technology in the future are very good. You must take them in your hands. You can take excessive solutions and start with public-private partnerships." Ma Yunqing's thinking has not yet been clearly linked to Dreams, and the economic solutions are still on the transformation of the bourgeoisie.

"Dad, do you mean it is in our hands?" said Ma Jingsheng. "Your advice is really high-level, and we are preparing to do this."

"So quickly." Ma Yunqing waved his hand, "I need that kind of medicine, go do it right away."

"Okay, dad, I'll make arrangements now." Ma Jingsheng winked at his son, and Ma Fengfeng got up and went.

Recently, Ma Fengfeng, Liu Fei, Yao Guang and other friends who usually play well have set up a pattern and arrested the chief accountant of Future Technology for prostitution, and then concocted a serious crime of Future Technology's stealing national taxes of up to 1.5 billion yuan. Now we are just waiting to close the net. If Ji Yu is tactful and gives up the company, he can allow him to leave at least 5% of the shares. If he doesn't know the truth, at least ten years of imprisonment will start, and it is possible to have a high death sentence, so it depends on how to operate it.

The situation has suddenly changed. Even Mr. Ma, who was lying in bed and was not concerned about the world, knew about this and called for some medicine. Ma Fengfeng couldn't understand the situation. He asked about this through the eyeliner placed in Future Technology, but he knew nothing. At the same time, the news from other aspects was also somewhat bad.

Many veteran cadres interfered in this matter and demanded that they stop illegal infringement of future technology, which made even the General Secretary hear about it. It is said that Long Yan was furious and slapped the table.

The operation was urgently stopped, the chief accountant of Future Technology was acquitted, and the gang involved in arresting people and relevant police officers were arrested. Of course, that's the end. The carrots were not pulled out and the mud was brought out. However, the magical medicine that Mr. Ma was asking for was still not settled.

Ma Yunqing, who could not return to another world to be powerful, quickly lost his vitality and used a ventilator again. He made a difficult gesture to ask his children and grandchildren to find medicine for him, but no one knew what magical medicine existed.

"That's just a common antihypertensive drug," the attending doctor explained.

Seeing that the old man was weakening like a drug addict who left the drug, Ma Jingsheng was so anxious that he took his son to the headquarters of Future Technology for help, but the staff told them that Mr. Ji had been on vacation in Hawaii and would not be able to come back for a while.

"Then call him, I must see him anyway." Ma Jingsheng said, turning his head to his son and said, "Come flight tickets and fly to Hawaii, the fastest."

Ma Fengfeng did not book a flight because he had a private plane himself, of course he was managed through layers of white gloves and would not own it in his real identity. In the evening of that day, a Gulfstream G550 took off from the Capital Airport, Huolunu on the Pacific Ocean.

On the plane, Ma Fengfeng asked his father why he begged Ji Yuqian to ask someone to tie his dearest person.

Ma Jingsheng glanced at his son dissatisfiedly. This incompetent boy has been spoiled since childhood. He has no idea that he can only rely on power and violence to solve problems. With such a son, it seems that the glory of the Ma family for decades is almost over.

"Recently, I heard that many retired leaders are using this medicine." Ma Jingsheng said.

"Is there really such a magical medicine?" Ma Fengfeng widened his eyes, "What is the miraculous effect? ​​Is it more satisfying than ice skating, and makes the old men fascinated."

"I haven't experienced it myself. It is said that I can just dream..." Ma Jingsheng narrowed his eyes and looked infinitely fascinated. "It must have extremely magical effects that can make the old guys who have experienced supreme power unable to stop. This dream is extraordinary."

"I want to try it all." Ma Fengfeng rubbed his hands and narrowed his eyes. It is said that the old man who covered his neck had no desire except for lingering for a few more days. This dream could make the dying person scream and want it, which really made him extremely fascinated.

In a coastal hotel in Honolulu, Ma Jingsheng and his son met Ji Yuqian. They sat on the bench for two hours and waited until Ji Yuqian had enough surfing before meeting them.

Ma Jingsheng, who is at the ministerial level, is not at all arrogant. He is very humble and polite in front of Ji Yuqian. He knows how terrible it is to be able to play dozens of retired leaders in his palms. He is far beyond his scheming and ability. He is completely blind to such a person's despicable means.

Ji Yu was sitting on the beach chair wearing beach pants and big sunglasses, and asked lazily: "Come here all the way, is there anything wrong? Could it be my accountant who is soliciting prostitution again?"
Chapter completed!