Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"Go on duty at the Ministry of Industry." Emperor Wei patted Zhao Hongrun on the shoulder, sounding like a winner.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun gritted his teeth with hatred and whispered: "Don't be proud, the emperor will get it back sooner or later."

"Can it be done?" Emperor Wei looked back at Zhao Hongrun, and said seriously in a tone that seemed plain but seemed to contain some kind of pressure: "I, I will never underestimate you again."

Looking at the serious expression on Emperor Wei's face, Zhao Hongrun suddenly felt an indescribable pressure. As if in an instant, Emperor Wei's body grew taller, as if it were a mountain, pressing down on the ground and making him unable to breathe.

You won’t look down on me anymore... In other words, if you come here in the future, do you have to come for real? Interesting!

After taking a deep look at Emperor Wei, Zhao Hongrun waved his sleeves and turned away without saying anything else: "We'll see!"

However, just when he was about to step towards the outer hall, Emperor Wei suddenly called out to him.

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Hongrun turned his head in confusion.

Emperor Wei raised his right hand and held up three fingers. At the same time, his face was filled with a smile that made Zhao Hongrun feel even more disgusted: "Three losses!"

……hateful!
Chapter completed!