District 9

When Qin Yu came into contact with senior officials in the Eighth District, he had to act like a dog whether he wanted to or not. But when he was with Wu Tianyin, he didn't have to do this at all. He would be more casual when getting along, and he would not try to fix things. No matter how grand it is, it will be much more relaxing and enjoyable.

After everyone arrived at the headquarters of the Wu Mercenary Group, Qin Yu first met Xiang Zehao and chatted for a while, and then met many new dignitaries who had emerged around Wu Tianyin. These people are all top generals who hold real power in the security group. Qin Yu has never met many of them and has only heard of their names.

After spending the whole afternoon in pleasantries, Wu Tianyin said to Qin Yu and Xiang Zehao at around seven o'clock in the evening: "I'll take you to eat some big-zao rice tonight that you can't usually eat, and drink some high-alcohol liquor."

"Okay." Qin Yu nodded with a smile.

"There should be fewer people, don't make too much noise." Xiang Zehao added.

"There are only three of us at the table, and everyone else has arranged to go to the banquet hall to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas."

"I think it will work." Xiang Zehao nodded.

"Okay, let's go." Wu Tianyin stood up.

After saying that, everyone stood up. Wu Tianyin looked back at Xiao Sang, Cha Meng, and Xiang Zehao's guards. He immediately waved his hands and said: "There is no need to be vigilant at Beifengkou. You are all on vacation. Find a place to play by yourself. Let Xiao Looking for arrangements.”

"That's great." Cha Meng immediately said to Qin Yu, "Then can we withdraw?"

"Haha, go ahead." Qin Yu agreed.

"Commander, this...?" Xiang Zehao's guard hesitated.

"Boss Wu said it's okay, then it's okay. You can go too." Xiang Zehao also said with a smile: "There is no military discipline tonight. You can have fun as you like."

"Yes!" The officer bared his teeth in salute.

…

five minutes later.

Qin Yu, Wu Tianyin, and Xiang Zehao strolled out of the headquarters compound of the Wu Mercenary Group without any guards.

There were bright lights on both sides of the street, and many shops were not closed yet. An old man who was packing up the goods at the door saw Wu Tianyin coming out and immediately shouted with a smile: "We have a visitor in the courtyard, sir?"

"Ah, some friends are here." Wu Tianyin, wearing a military coat, asked with a smile: "What time is it, are you still not off work?"

"I have nothing to do tonight, just hang out for a while." The old man shouted back: "When are you getting married?"

"Come on, I'll have something to do next Tuesday."

"Okay, I'll go over there when the time comes." The old man doing the chores bared his teeth and replied.

"Okay, men, let's go over there to eat." Wu Tianyin waved to the other party.

"Okay."

The two shouted a few words across the street, and the three of them continued walking along the street. Xiang Zehao looked at Wu Tianyin with some surprise and asked, "Do you know all the people on the street?"

"Many people in this place have moved here one after another from Erlonggang. I am familiar with the neighbors in the street." Wu Tianyin replied smoothly.

Xiang Zehao always had a strange feeling when he looked at Wu Tianyin, but he couldn't explain it. He had met a lot of high-ranking officials with generals on their shoulders, but this was the first time he had seen someone as down-to-earth as Wu Tianyin.

A leader of military armed forces with fifty or sixty thousand troops, sitting in a corner and calling the shots, but he always only wears a dirty-looking military coat, has a short haircut, is a little hunched when he walks, and often puts his hands in his sleeves. , looking no different from the coolie workers working on the streets in the area.

Some people always say that only by staying true to your original intention can you always succeed, but how many people can really do this? Therefore, Xiang Zehao initially thought that Wu Tianyin was a bit pretentious, deliberately pretending to be down-to-earth and his own persona. But after several contacts, Xiang Zehao discovered that he was really not just pretending. Every word, every move, and every move was engraved in his bones. But considering Xiang Zehao's growth background, he is indeed a bit difficult to understand.

However, Xiang Zehao's difficulty in understanding is understandable. He didn't know what Wu Tianyin had experienced.

He was imprisoned at a young age and was in his thirties when he came out. His family did not accept him, society did not accept him, and even his close relatives despised him.

He was once pushed to the bottom of the world and deprived of the dignity of life countless times. Later, on a whim, he entered Erlonggang, but as soon as he started to show off, he was stopped by the garrison. Therefore, Qin Yu only commented on Wu Tianyin: "He is a person who has died many times mentally. He has seen too many storms and waves, so he takes some things very lightly."

This sentence is very accurate in evaluating Wu Tianyin. He indeed took many things lightly. Just wear warm clothes and enough food to eat. From the chief executive of a region to ordinary people, they are all just human beings in his eyes. After a conversation, it seems that there is no difference...

Qin Yu, who is involved in the political struggles in the three major districts, cannot reach this kind of psychological state at present, and Xiang Zehao asks himself that he cannot do it either.

…

The three of them walked north for more than ten minutes and arrived at the gate of a small courtyard.

"Is this your private residence?" Qin Yu asked.

"Well, Anzi gave me the surgery. If I don't want to stay at the headquarters, I will come and stay for two days." As Wu Tianyin spoke, he had already stepped into the compound.

The main room was brightly lit, and a woman in her thirties came over and greeted with a smile: "I'm sorry, Lao Wu said you were going to eat here tonight, so I didn't go to the headquarters. I was neglecting...!"

"My friend, Commander Xiang, is Qin Heizi." Wu Tianyin introduced very briefly: "This is my wife, Liu Jingwen."

"Hello, sister-in-law!" Qin Yu smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hey, hello, Xiao Yu." Liu Jingwen shook hands with Qin Yu using a very common address, and then said to Xiang Zehao in a very formal tone: "Hello, Commander Xiang."

Liu Jingwen's appearance is not too outstanding, but she has a good temperament, fair skin, tall, always smiles when she talks, and looks quite intellectual.

After everyone got to know each other briefly, they walked into the room together.

The interior is clean but pristine. The master bedroom in the east house has no bed, but a large earthen kang, which is already very hot and makes it very warm to sit on. The fragrant aroma is already wafting from the two large stoves in the kitchen.

"What did you do?" Qin Yu asked.

"Stew the goose and stew the fish. I'll fry some side dishes on the stove for a while and then we'll have dinner." Liu Jingwen said with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, can you prepare this dish?" Qin Yu was a little surprised.

"I don't know how. Why don't we call the sisters for help?"

Qin Yu turned his head when he heard the sound and saw two women busy in the kitchen. The other woman was not restrained and greeted him and Xiang Zehao with a smile.

Qin Yu walked around the kitchen, took a big steamed bun from his sister-in-law, took two bites, and then smiled at Wu Tianyin and said, "It tastes good!"

"Come, sit on the kang!" Wu Tianyin greeted Xiang Zehao.

The three of them were sitting cross-legged on the Kang in the east room.

Qin Yu has not experienced this kind of life for countless years. When he sat on the kang and leaned against the wall, the feeling of relaxation was really difficult to express in words.

"Drink first?" Wu Tianyin asked.

"Wait a moment, wait for the food to be served. Let me do it now. I can't do it anymore." Qin Yu waved his hand, smiled and asked Xiang Zehao: "Commander, my brother Yin, these 50,000 people What price can you give me to become your disciple?"

Xiang Zehao was wearing white socks, sitting cross-legged on the kang and replied: "I guess you didn't hold your shit in when you came to me."