District 9

Lin's second floor.

Lin Xiao took the phone and said: "Hey, Xiaoxiao, are you busy? Haha, nothing happened, just recently... Leilei is not in a good mood. If you are free, come and sit with her at home. Let’s chat. Well, she’s at home.”

…

Sichuan Mansion.

After the meeting, Gu Yan walked with Qin Yu in the courtyard of the Autonomous Association and started talking softly.

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" the consultant asked.

"After the meeting, I'm going to the Eighth District." Qin Yu said softly, "I have to bring her back."

"Yes, a true warrior has to face what he has to face. There is no use in hiding, brother." Gu Yan said jokingly: "And no matter what, the wife you choose is the one you love, what about me? I don’t even know what my fucking wife looks like.”

"?" Qin Yu was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean by this?"

"I might be getting married soon." Gu Yan took out his cigarette case and handed one to Qin Yu.

"The doctor told me to smoke less."

"Smoking one more cigarette won't affect your survival until next year." Gu Yan said, "Come on, let's fix it."

"...!" Qin Yu lit up his cigarette very obediently: "Who are you marrying? Which club?"

"Damn it, if I really want to make my own choice, then it doesn't matter that she's from the club. I'll admit it." Gu Yan took a puff of cigarette and said in a rare and lonely voice: "Oh, it's a political family, District 8 The girl who is currently the president of the regional council, her father will be one of the new leaders of the party and government in the future, and she is basically my father-in-law."

"...!" Qin Yu was speechless.

"This woman has been studying outside. I heard she is a doctoral tutor and a cultural person." Gu Yan said with a smile: "She is thirty-two years old. She is said to like theology. Damn it, theology, brother! I know Jesus, but Jesus She doesn’t know me either. What do you think I should talk to her about in the future? Is it Gautama Buddha or a broken-winged god?"

Qin Yu looked at him: "I can't help it, you are the prince."

"Yes, I am already luckier than many people." Gu Yan replied very freely: "Life can't be perfect, I admit it. Alas, I just pity the blind girl, Ms. Pu Ya, I can feel it, She likes me very much..."

After Qin Yu heard this, he looked at Gu Yan seriously: "Thank you, brother."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these bad things." Gu Yan waved his hand and said directly: "In the past few days, I will say hello to the headquarters and invite some capital from the Eighth District to study the loan for you. matter."

"Okay." Qin Yu nodded.

"The military power of the Sichuan government must be raised." Gu Yan said in a low voice: "On the one hand, the Gu family has to defend the fifth district, and on the other hand, it has to keep an eye on the overall situation. Once the war starts in Jiujiang, it is estimated that the main energy of the Chen family will also be in the future. As for the struggle within the district...if you don’t get up in Sichuan, it will involve a lot of our energy."

"I understand." Qin Yu nodded.

…

District 9, Songjiang.

A car with the police license plate No. 01 stopped at the entrance of a villa. Feng Yunian opened the door and got out of the car, and walked into the courtyard.

Five minutes later, in the lobby of the main building of Bieyuan, a woman with still charming charm smiled and said to Feng Yunian: "I am a busy man, so I don't want to come and sit at home if I have nothing to do."

"There are too many things at the police station. I have meetings every day. I really don't have time." Feng Yunian said with a wry smile.

"Yes, otherwise you are a busy person." The woman greeted, "Let's go to the restaurant."

Feng Yunian followed the woman to the restaurant on the first floor and met Feng Ji.

"Sit down." Feng Ji greeted.

Feng Yunian took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and asked with a smile: "How are you, are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Feng Ji poured him some liquor: "Drink less."

"You are looking for me in such a hurry, is there something wrong?" Feng Yunian held the chopsticks familiarly and asked while eating.

"Um."

Feng Ji pushed the wine glass over and said softly: "There may be personnel changes in Songjiang recently."

"What changes?" Feng Yunian asked.

"The General Administration of Military Affairs has decided to promote you to the position of deputy mayor of Songjiang and join the city council." Feng Ji replied calmly.

Feng Yunian was stunned for a long time: "Promote me to deputy mayor? What do you mean, you want to demote me as police chief?"

"No." Feng Ji shook his head: "You are the deputy mayor and the chief of Songjiang Police Station. You may be in charge of politics and law in the future."

When Feng Yunian heard what he said, he felt even more puzzled: "Then what does this mean? You suppressed me like crazy before, and now you suddenly raise me up so high. What's the purpose?"

"I asked our old man, but he didn't talk to me in depth. He just said... If you are asked to do it, do it well, do more and talk less." Feng Ji looked at him and replied.

Feng Yunian frowned: "During the World War II zone, I have been under strong pressure from the top, and this suddenly brought me up, why do I feel that something is not right...?!"

"There must be political intentions," Feng Ji reminded tactfully: "But once the order is given, you have to follow it."

"Does the World War II Area Command know about this?" Feng Yunian asked.

"I probably didn't know it before, but it's definitely clear now." Feng Ji replied.

…

District 9, inside the World War II District Headquarters.

Commander Zhou stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery outside.

"Commander, it is estimated that the news of Feng Yunian's promotion will reach Songjiang tomorrow." The staff next to him said softly: "...In my opinion, this matter is a bit abnormal."

Commander Zhou replied in a low voice: "Don't make any noise, let's see how the Feng family reacts."

"Yeah." The staff nodded.

"well."

Commander Zhou let out an inexplicable sigh: "I'm so tired. Cancel the afternoon meeting."

…

In the evening, around six o'clock.

In a small bar in Yanbei, District 8, Qiao Xiaoxiao reached out to stop Lin Nianlei: "Please drink slowly, no one will compete with you."

"It's okay." Lin Nianlei waved her hand.

"Are you really sure that Qin Yu went to Jiujiang not for work, but for her?" Qiao Xiaoxiao asked softly.

"She is a big factor." Lin Nianlei held her forehead and replied, smelling of alcohol: "There are many rumors in Sichuan Mansion, I have heard them all... but I have never believed that Xiao... Xiao Yu can be different The thought... My trust in him is engraved in my bones, do you understand... Xiaoxiao."

"I understand." Qiao Xiaoxiao nodded.

"I'm very confused..." Lin Nianlei looked at the strange faces in the bar and said with dull eyes: "I want to spend the rest of my life proving to my family that my choice is right... But the irony is that the rest of my life may not be... The beginning is about to end.”

"Don't think so much." Qiao Xiaoxiao frowned and persuaded: "Qin Yu has never talked to you, so you are just guessing here. Isn't it getting more uncomfortable the more you think about it? You have to let him find you and make it clear to him What are you thinking... We really can’t be fools, but you can’t judge someone arbitrarily either!”

"Didi!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Nianlei's cell phone suddenly rang.