District 9

At the conference table, there were not only people from the Sichuan government, but also Chen Zhongren, Chen Jun, senior generals from the Naval Command, and other big shots. It was somewhat unexpected that Fu Zhenguo started firing when he came up. Ma Laoer sat next to Qin Yu, so embarrassed that he could build a pyramid with his feet.

Qin Yu was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, no wonder this Lao Fu is not popular among the Zhou clan. With his temper, it's no wonder he can tolerate it.

If you are thinking like a normal person, then you, Lao Fu, have already come to Chen Xi's side, so you will definitely not speak too harshly, and you have to leave some room for each other. But Lao Fu is not that kind of person. He flipped the table with his first words.

However, if it were someone else who had done this, he might still be a little bit unhappy and dissatisfied, but Qin Yu was not like this. The more Fu Zhenguo behaves like a thorn, the more he likes him, because the Sichuan government needs talented people like him who don't give anyone face.

After Qin Yu listened to Fu Zhenguo's words, he took over the conversation and said, "General Fu is a bright moon on the sea of ​​our Seventh District. As long as there is a way to get you to come over, I personally am not afraid of taking some notoriety. To be honest, If one day a military conflict breaks out here in District 7, whether or not you, General Fu, will be on the other side is completely different. If I let you come, our soldiers in Sichuan and Nanhu will have an extra layer of security. Guaranteed!"

When Chen Zhongren heard this, he pursed his lips and smiled, thinking that this boy could catch anything he said.

Fu Zhenguo held it in for a long time: "Commander Qin is so eloquent."

"General Fu, for my impoliteness, I offer you a toast." Qin Yu stood up directly and poured a full glass of liquor: "We had different positions before. We all have to do our best for our own interests, so there are I'm sorry, but I still hope to pay General Haihan!"

Fu Zhenguo didn't want to drink with Qin Heizi, but after thinking about it, the other party stood up and respected him, so it was obviously not appropriate to pretend to be a blatant. So he also stood up, picked up his wine glass, and touched it with Qin Yu.

Both sides finished the drink in one gulp. After Fu Zhenguo bent down and sat down, the first thing he said was to Chen Zhongren, very straightforwardly: "Commander-in-Chief Chen, is there still a place for me, Mr. Fu, in our navy?"

Chen Zhongren glanced at Qin Yu and nodded with a smile: "I invite you here because I hope you can improve the overall naval strength of our coalition. Of course there is a place for you."

Next to him, Ma Laoer heard this and said to Qin Yu in a low voice: "Did you hear that? This is deliberately trying to play off you. I don't want to go to Sichuan Mansion. Do you have any tricks?"

"Don't be anxious, there's still plenty of wine, drink slowly." Qin Yu replied with a smile.

At the dinner table, after Fu Zhenguo and Qin Yu drank a glass of wine, they had no communication with anyone in the Sichuan Mansion. They only sat next to Chen Zhongren and talked softly with him.

The conversation between the two was also very official. It was nothing more than Chen Zhongren tactfully appeasing Lao Fu. The general meaning was that if you work hard here, whether it is the Chen Department, the Gu Department, or the Sichuan Government, they will do their best to support you. Lao Fu also took advantage of the situation to talk about some of his views on the coastal defense power of the seventh district. The overall process was very pleasant.

After talking about business, Chen Zhongren made an excuse and left. The boss is like this, he can't show his face, but he can't really get drunk with the people below, hugging his neck and waist.

After Chen Zhongren left, Fu Zhenguo also wanted to find an excuse to withdraw, but Qin Yu didn't give him this chance. He took Ma Laoer and rushed forward with a wine glass.

"General Fu, to be honest, I am personally grateful to you from the bottom of my heart." Qin Yu pulled the chair next to Fu Zhenguo and said in a sincere voice: "Without you, my brother might have been fighting against Yandao. Just sacrifice..."

Fu Zhenguo was startled: "How do you say this?"

"You don't know that the troops led by my brother were the ones who attacked the No. 1 military port in District 5. Without your support on the sea, my brother and the others would definitely be dead." Qin Yu picked up the wine glass: "I can say anything. Here’s to you!”

Before Fu Zhenguo could reply, Ma Laoer immediately picked up the wine flask, bent down and said, "General Fu, I'll fill it up for you. This is the wine of thanksgiving. It represents the lives of thousands of brothers in Sichuan. It must be given." drink."

"Seriously, General Fu, if it hadn't been for you, none of the four thousand people in Sichuan Mansion would have been able to come back." Qin Yu stood up: "I would like to toast you on behalf of them. Thank you for your support to Sichuan Mansion at this critical moment." Lend a helping hand.”

Fu Zhenguoxin said that Qin Yu's tone was too high. If he didn't drink, it seemed that he would not give face to the surviving soldiers, so he stood up and replied: "The attack on Yandao is for the common interests of the three districts. I just did what I should do. I don’t accept thanks for this glass of wine, but we can pay tribute to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives together."

"right!"

After saying that, the two of them clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

After Fu Zhenguo finished drinking, he felt a little confused. He was already in his fifties and was past his peak drinking period. After drinking a few drinks, his stomach hurt and his brain felt dizzy.

"This second glass of wine, I have to toast you, to the three major districts." Qin Yu had played with his fate today, lowered his head and filled the wine again, and said with strong emotion: "For the Battle of Salt Island, for the Chinese District Rise up, cheers to the joint efforts of our two generations, and to the battles we have fought side by side!”

"I...I can't do it anymore, I can't drink anymore." Fu Zhenguo Xin said that this is not over yet, my son is still in your hands, I will always drink with you.

"General Fu, take a sip, and I'll drink it all." Qin Yu didn't give the other party any time to grumble, and raised his head to drink the glass of wine again.

Fu Zhenguo glanced at him, turned and looked at the generals beside him who had been staring at him, then gritted his teeth and drank all the wine in the glass.

Putting down the cup, Fu Zhenguo immediately said to Qin Yu: "Three glasses of wine are enough. If I drink any more, I will be exposed."

"Okay, okay, you take a rest." Qin Yu also smiled and sat down.

After a while, Ma Laoer picked up a full glass of wine, walked up to Fu Zhenguo, who was completely confused, bent down and said: "General Fu, I must apologize to you because about your son Fu Zhen I was the one who specifically took care of the matter. But we each had our own positions before, hey, I couldn’t help it. I’ll make amends to you today...!"

Fu Zhenguo looked up at him, his eyes red: "Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am the director of the Sichuan Military Supervision Bureau..." Ma Laoer responded politely.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Fu Zhenguo was forced unconscious by Qin Yu, Ma Laoer, Chen Jun and others, and was directly taken out by the guards.

In the bathroom outside the restaurant, Qin Yu vomited into the trash can: "Damn it, I want to be five years younger, and I will do it for Lao Fu today... Now my crotch is really stretched, I can't drink."

Chen Jun burped: "You drank too much for him, what are you going to do?"

Qin Yu wiped his mouth, looked up at him and said, "There's nothing going on here, so I'll go back first..."

Chen Jun was stunned.

…

At around three o'clock in the morning, Fu Zhenguo woke up due to a violent shaking. He glanced at the surrounding environment, turned to Ge Ming and asked: "... Ouch, my head hurts from drinking, is there any water?"

Ge Ming opened the blanket and reached out to pick up a bottle of water.

At this time, Fu Zhenguo glanced around with the faint light, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Where is this?"

"Sichuan Mansion, we just arrived." Ge Ming replied smoothly.

"Ah?!" Fu Zhenguo was completely confused.

At the small Sichuan airport, a small military passenger plane has slowly come to a standstill.

Not far away, a car drove over. Fu Zhen looked out of the car eagerly: "My dad is here too?"