District 9

In the capital of Sichuan Province, in the office building of the General Police Bureau, in the director's office.

The old cat was sitting on the sofa, with his slicked-back hair combed back. There were a few wrinkles on his originally handsome cheeks, and his cynical smile looked a bit thicker than that of a middle-aged man.

"Director Li, I won't go into details. When we were in Songjiang, the relationship was there. If the Yandao project can be divided into a part of our group... Then whatever you say will be fine." A middle-aged man The fat man said to the old cat in a very polite manner.

"We haven't decided on the horoscope yet. Let's go back and wait." Old Mao sat on the sofa and replied vaguely: "If there is news, I will have someone call you."

"Okay." The fat middle-aged man stood up immediately and said with a smile: "Are you satisfied with the one last night?"

"What?" the old cat asked with confused eyes.

The middle-aged fat man smiled knowingly: "If you are satisfied, I will let her stay here for a long time..."

The old cat waved his hand directly without saying a word.

The fat middle-aged man nodded: "I left something in the car last night, and your driver is holding it. That's what it means."

"Okay, I understand." The old cat nodded.

"Then you're busy, I'll go back first."

"I'll have a meeting later, so I won't send it off." The old cat waved his hand.

"Okay." The middle-aged man said and left the room.

After seeing him leaving, Old Mao immediately stood up in a hurry, walked to the desk, took the phone and dialed a number: "Xiao Li, come up here quickly."

Five minutes later, the director's special driver went upstairs and took out a check from his pocket with a quick movement.

"How much?" asked the old cat.

"One million six hundred and sixty thousand." The driver handed over the check.

When Lao Mao heard this, his face suddenly turned dark: "Fat man doesn't have the courage to do anything this week. Damn it, the fresh water project is such a big job, how can we use this little fund to operate it?"

"It's a little less." The driver agreed.

"Alas." Old Mao sighed, waved his hand and said, "Go, send it to the financial department, and let them include it in the subsidy plan funds."

"Okay." The driver nodded.

Lao Mao lowered his head and glanced at his watch. Just as he was about to ask when Qin Yu would be back at the division headquarters, his cell phone rang first.

The old cat glanced at the caller ID and immediately pressed the answer button: "Hello, Uncle Feng!"

"What are you busy with, Chief?" Feng Yunian's voice sounded.

"Well, what can I be busy with? Meetings, drinking, quarreling, and raising money." Lao Mao pointed out the content of his work.

"Haha, this shows that your level has gone up."

"Oh, in front of you, I will always be a student." Since Lao Mao became the director, he has really become much more tactful. He is not as aggressive as he used to be. He has a lot of persistence. Temporarily forgotten in helplessness.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense with you and let's talk about something." Feng Yunian went straight to the point: "My nephew Feng Lei is going to Sichuan Mansion."

"Ah!" The old cat was startled: "When are you coming? I will receive you."

"It should be almost there, he will call you." Feng Yunian said euphemistically: "It's gratifying for the Sichuan government to win Yandao, but there are a lot of things going on in District 9 recently, and we can't leave. When Xiaolei went over, it was just to congratulate him, that’s what it meant, haha!”

The old cat instantly understood the other party's meaning, and replied in a teasing tone: "Uncle Feng, I remember that you didn't get involved in this kind of thing before, right?"

Feng Yunian was silent for a long time: "I can't avoid family matters. You tell Xiao Lei about the specific matters and I won't get involved."

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

"The Sichuan government is so tough. When you return to Songjiang, I'll treat you to a drink." Feng Yunian said in a serious tone.

"How did you know we would go back to Songjiang? Haha!" Old Cat asked tentatively.

"Sooner or later." Feng Yunian simply replied with three words.

"Okay, that's it, Uncle Feng!"

"Okay."

After saying that, the two ended the call.

Lao Mao looked at his cell phone, sat on the office chair and thought for a long time, then made a phone call to ask when Qin Yu would be back, and then got up to go to the meeting.

…

In the evening, about half past five.

Old Cat received a call: "Hello? Who is this?"

"Haha, Brother Li, I am Feng Lei."

"Ah, Xiaolei, are you here?" the old cat asked.

"Yes, I'm already here. I just entered the north gate of the capital and am on the way to charge." Feng Lei glanced at the road sign and replied.

"Okay, don't move, I'll have someone pick you up." The old cat replied with a lukewarm attitude.

"Okay, please, Brother Li!"

"It's a small matter." Old Mao hung up the phone, thought for a while and then shouted: "Let Fu Xiaohao come in!"

…

It's about six o'clock in the evening.

Qin Yu took a plane back to Chongdu, and met with Lao Li and Xu Yan at the Autonomous Association for a meeting to determine some of the subsequent development, projects, and investment of Yandao.

After the meeting, Qin Yu just walked out of the conference room when he saw Lin Nianlei and Xiao Ziyi sitting on the bench, talking and laughing.

Qin Yu was stunned, his heart was extremely warm. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the feeling of seeing his family after returning from the battlefield.

"dad!"

The boy stood up from the bench with a sudden movement, opened his arms, and rushed over innocently.

Qin Yu picked up his son, turned around and said to Lao Li: "After the soldiers on the front line return, the Autonomous Association will organize the people here to make some noise."

"This has been prepared," Lao Li nodded: "Don't worry."

"Okay, let's not talk about business today. I'm going home." Qin Yu pinched his son's face, stretched out his left hand and rushed towards Lin Nianlei.

Lin Nianlei looked at the wounds on Qin Yu's face and the way he limped when he walked, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"A little injured."

"How did you get hurt?"

"...When we landed on the island, the battleship encountered an air attack. When I entered the air defense unit, I was scratched." Qin Yu didn't mention the fact that he led the soldiers to climb the cliff at all, and only vaguely mentioned the details of the war. He said with a smile: "Go home and cook me something to eat."

"Don't move, let me see your face."

"Oh, it's okay."

"...!"

The couple communicated while leading the child and disappeared into the corridor.

…

In the evening, around seven o'clock.

In the Taihe Building Hotel in Chongdu, Fu Xiaohao led Feng Lei into the box.

Lao Mao, wearing a white shirt, sat on the main seat, smiled and waved his hand: "Haha, come and sit, Xiao Lei!"

There were seven or eight people who followed Feng Lei. Among them was a girl in her early twenties, tall and fiery, with lively eyes and extremely beautiful.

"Brother Li, we haven't seen each other for a long time!" Feng Lei sat over with a smile on his face.

The old cat looked at her, and his heart... felt warm again.