District 9

In the Sichuan Army Headquarters, at the door of the room where Kirill was detained, Fu Zhen clasped his hands behind his back, looked into the room through the glass window and asked, "How long has he been detained?"

"About a year." The officer replied.

"Does he get special treatment?" Fu Zhen turned around and asked again.

"Which aspect do you mean?"

"Food, accommodation, and any special treatment?"

"No. He is a free-spirited officer. When these dogs attacked Beifengkou, they killed many of our brothers in the Sichuan Army. If we don't kill him, even if he is very humane, why should we give him any special treatment? The officer looked at Kirill in the room with hatred and said, "He is treated worse than ordinary prisoners in prison."

"Oh, that's fine." A psychotic smile appeared on the corner of Fu Zhen's lips, and he whispered: "Then just ask the cooking team to get him some food and drink, and he will be treated the same as a senior officer." Fu Zhen said in a low voice. Zhen ordered.

"Does your navy always interrogate like this?" The officer was a little confused.

"Do you know which department of the navy I was in before?" Fu Zhen asked with a smile.

"Aren't you from the special forces?" The officer knew a little about Zhen Zhen.

"So you have to believe me. I'm more professional than you in this matter." Fu Zhen asked nonchalantly, "Why do you want to interrogate him?"

"The purpose is very simple, to get him to cooperate with us in calling home for help." The officer replied softly: "The harder he begs, the better it will be for us."

"Okay, leave it to me." Fu Zhen nodded.

"Are you sure you can do it? He's very important. Don't mess around."

"Don't worry!" Fu Zhen replied carelessly.

After a brief exchange, everyone left together, but just halfway through the journey, Fu Zhen suddenly asked the officer: "If my dad is not successfully instigated to rebel, then... then what the hell will happen to me in Sichuan Mansion" , is it just like him?"

This question was a bit pointed. The officer thought about it carefully and replied: "That's more or less the case."

"There is not a single good person in your Sichuan government," Fu Zhen cursed in a low voice, "They are all bandits!"

"Brother, you'd better be careful what you say. The garrison on the mountain called me today and asked me if I wanted to take you up the mountain." the officer reminded.

"You let him die!" Fu Zhen quickened his pace.

…

In the commander's office.

Wang Zongtang sat on the sofa and looked at Qin Yu a little cautiously, with an unnatural smile on his face.

Qin Yu personally poured a glass of water for Lao Wang, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Haha, how do you feel in the parliament during this time? "

"Very good." Wang Zongtang replied somewhat cautiously.

Whether Qin Yu wants it or not, he has to accept the fact that many of his old friends now feel a certain distance from him for no reason. Especially people like Wang Zongtang, who did not know Qin Yu when they were young, so this sense of distance is even more obvious.

In Wang Zongtang's eyes, Qin Yu is the power representative of the Sichuan government and a figure who can determine the rise and fall of the Wang family, so he is naturally cautious.

Qin Yu saw Wang Zongtang's restraint and slowly reached out to pick up the cigarette case, pulled out one and handed it to him: "Come, Uncle Wang, smoke one."

"Hey, okay!" Wang Zongtang took it immediately.

Qin Yu picked up the lighter and wanted to help him light it. Wang Zongtang was stunned for a moment and immediately said: "This can't be done, haha, I will do it myself."

Qin Yu ignored the other party's words, but held the lighter in front of him: "Come on!"

Wang Zongtang hid back, holding Qin Yu's right hand with both hands, and then asked him to help light the cigarette.

"Haha." Qin Yu looked at him and smiled, picked up the cigarette case, lit one himself and said, "Uncle Wang, you people are different from others."

Wang Zongtang did not answer the call.

"Actually, you don't have to look for Leilei. If you have anything to do, just tell me." Qin Yu smoked a cigarette and turned to look at him: "I have a very good memory and I have never forgotten anything in the past. No matter in Songjiang, Still in Sichuan Mansion, you and the Wang family have helped me a lot."

When Wang Zongtang heard this, he lowered his head slightly and replied: "The situation in Sichuan Mansion is no better than before. I am always afraid that some things will be too active and some people will think too much. To be honest, Commander, there are many people now. We, the Wang family, don’t dare to argue about this matter, for fear of taking too many traps, and some people will say that we are messing around based on our previous relationship with you."

"Haha, Uncle Wang, you can just call me Xiao Yu in private." Qin Yu looked at him and replied.

"Hey!" Wang Zongtang nodded heavily.

"I thought about it. When the Xinyuan District of the ninth district was first built, it was your Wang family's main project. In the end, it did a good job." Qin Yu looked at him and said concisely: "But this battle is over. , every household is also waiting for some dividends. Let’s do this, when we hold the specific project approval meeting later, I will ask the construction side to allocate part of the project to you. The only requirement is that all projects must be completed well. "

"Commander, don't worry, I will keep an eye on this place!" Wang Zongtang immediately expressed his stance.

"I told you to call me Xiao Yu." Qin Yu replied helplessly. He stood up happily and said, "Hey, I think back when we were in Xinxiang, we played two games of chess even if we had nothing to do. How long did it take? No more fun? Come on, let’s play two games.”

"Okay!" Wang Zongtang also stood up.

After a while, the two set up the chess board and sat in the room to play.

After three games of chess, Qin Yu won two and drew one. This shows how good Wang Zongtang is at chess.

Before leaving, Qin Yu looked at Wang Zongtang's back with a helpless smile on his lips, feeling a little lonely.

…

In a separate room at the headquarters.

When Kirill saw the small stove food brought by the cooking team, he thought that he was going to be shot and fed to him as a prisoner of death, but after enduring it for a while, he still started to enjoy the meal.

For more than a year, Kirill has lived a hellish life. The food he usually eats is worse than that of a normal prisoner. It is either cornmeal or alkaline flour, and there is not a trace of oil or water in his stomach. And the longer you eat those things, the more hungry you become. There was even a time when he was counting in his mind waiting for the fire to start. When he saw the meal coming, he felt so happy that it was unspeakable.

Therefore, when he saw the Xiaozao food in the cooking class, he couldn't help it anymore, so he grabbed it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating for half an hour, Kirill was so full that he hiccupped and sat contentedly on the iron chair, as happy as a child.

…

In the evening, around seven o'clock.

Fu Zhen, who had not taken any medicine today, led two guards and wandered into the house.

Kirill looked up at him, but still didn't say a word.

"Get him out." Fu Zhen waved his hand.