District 9

Early the next morning.

In the Sichuan Mansion, inside the Military Investigation Bureau, an officer saluted Meng Xi: "Reporting to the bureau, my name is Deng Wenzhao. Director Wu asked me to fully cooperate with your work."

Meng Xi sat on the chair, glanced down at Deng Wenzhao's resume, slowly raised his head and said, "Did you previously hold a position of regional responsibility in the Wu Department's Military Supervision Bureau?"

"Yes." Deng Wenzhao nodded.

Meng Xi closed her resume, looked at him with a smile and asked, "I'll give you a question. If Director Wu and I have a conflict of opinions, which side are you on?"

Deng Wenzhao was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't feel Meng Xi's pulse at all.

Meng Xi looked at him and said nothing.

Deng Wenzhao thought for a moment, saluted and replied: "The conflict between the directors involves too high a level. We subordinates have low political awareness and shallow vision and dare not express our opinions. But if Director Meng doesn't like me, you can Let someone else assist you in your work."

"Haha!" Meng Xi laughed and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, the response is pretty fast. I'll give you a task."

"Please speak to the bureau chief."

"First, collect information on mass incidents caused by the Tianfu Group and identify people's representatives, but you can't arrest people, you can't alert people, you have to investigate secretly, and no information is allowed to leak." A serious expression appeared on Meng Xi's face: " Second, when selecting the identity of the leading people, efforts must be made in two directions: the internal direction and the external direction. Please give me a thorough understanding of this relationship, can you understand what I mean?"

"I fully understand." Deng Wenzhao replied confidently.

"It's up to you to handle this matter, go ahead!"

"Yes, then I'll make arrangements."

"Okay, after you go out, ask the financial department of the bureau to approve some money for me. I want to treat you tonight." Meng Xi replied.

"yes!"

After the two communicated, Deng Wenzhao left, and Fu Zhen, who was so idle, came over and asked, "What position will you arrange for me?"

"Director of the Health Research Institute of the Military and Political Investigation Bureau." Meng Xi thought for a moment and replied.

Fu Zhen reacted for a long time and then cursed: "Fuck, what do you mean, you want me to be the head cleaner? Damn it, this is worse than farming...!"

"Haha." Meng Xi smiled: "If you don't have a specific job, just stay with me."

"No, I have no problem with you, but you have to arrange a position for me where I can brag to the outside world!" Fu Zhen was a little anxious: "...I have been out here for so long, and I don't even have a serious title. I will always pay for it when I come back. How embarrassed am I to ask?!”

"Then what position do you want?"

"Director of the Office of the Military and Political Investigation Bureau, what do you think?" Fu Zhen asked.

"What do you think if I make you the director?" Meng Xi rolled his eyes: "How do you think you look like a director? Who would believe it?"

Fu Zhen thought for a moment: "Well, let me be the director of the Secret Operations Division!"

"Okay, you are the only one in this department for the time being, because you have also seen the situation here. There are too few people and too many things to do. I really don't have enough manpower for you." Meng Xi nodded directly.

"...Fuck, Lao Fu has less than twenty people under his command, and I am alone." Fu Zhen cursed in a naive manner, "Sichuan Mansion, this is a place that engages in pyramid schemes and fraud!"

"Stop nagging, Director Fu. Now I'll give you a task. Book a better hotel for me, and send invitations to Ruan Qi, Xu Sanjia, and Ding Xuanwei from District 8, saying that at eight o'clock in the evening Come on, I’ll treat these people to dinner.”

"Who are you inviting? Don't you need to write clearly?" Fu Zhen said.

"Invite anyone who comes, no need to write." Meng Xi said calmly: "Go ahead and get it done."

"There's something I don't understand." Fu Zhen looked at Meng Xi curiously.

"What's going on?"

"You said you haven't been at the Rights Center for more than a year. Why do you seem to know so much about this case?"

"Because I know what I want to do in the future and what I am suitable to do now." Meng Xi replied calmly: "I also know what the Commander-in-Chief wants me to do."

Although Fu Zhen is not stupid, his understanding of politics is still somewhat superficial. After thinking for a long time, he replied: "To put it bluntly, the focus of your work is to lick Commander Qin? And the focus of my work is to lick you now, but in the future You don’t know who you are licking, right?”

"Very correct."

"... Damn it, if you don't have the stamina of your tongue, you really won't be able to do this job as the Director of the Secret Operations Division." Fu Zhen muttered and quickly left the office.

…

After the invitation was sent out, Lao Qi directly refused and said that he was not feeling well and would not attend the banquet. Mr. Ruan, Uncle Ruan Ming from the Ruan family, Xu Yan and Xu Lei from the Xu family, and Ding Xuanwei from District 8 all expressed that they would be invited to attend the evening banquet.

At around six o'clock in the evening, Meng Xi, who had been in the office all day, changed into clothes that looked clean and tidy and walked out.

"Bureau chief, today some workers went on strike in Taoli Life Town and Yuanshan Life Town. The public reacted very strongly, and many branches of Tianfu Group were besieged and smashed." An insider from the Investigation Bureau said The real director immediately came over and said: "Under our instruction, the news department has suppressed the report that was originally going to be published, but this matter is developing a bit out of control."

"All the workers are on strike?" Meng Xi was a little surprised.

"Yes, except for the lack of response in Nanmu area, there are workers' strikes in Yuanshan and Taoli. Especially in the real estate industry, many workers are sitting in the construction site." The director thought for a moment and said, "Do you think we should call the police?" The General Administration of Affairs and some garrison troops can suppress it a little?"

"No need." Meng Xi waved his hand: "Don't worry about what's going on on the street. Just let them make trouble and see how far it goes."

The director was a little confused: "If things get out of control, the headquarters may be held accountable, and we won't be able to explain it at that time!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of anything that happens." Meng Xi walked out and ordered: "You are only responsible for monitoring, but you are not allowed to intervene, let alone ask other departments to intervene."

"Okay, I understand." The director nodded.

"I'm going to eat first." Meng Xi left quickly.

The director walked to the office with the information. An officer of the same level asked in a low voice while holding a cup of coffee: "Hey, Lao Zhou, what is the style of our new director?"

"I can't understand." The director shook his head.

…

In Luhuai, District 7, Li Bokang sat on a chair, frowned and said, "Apply another 10 million to the upper management and sprinkle it into Sichuan Mansion. We have to lay the groundwork before something happens to Tianfu Group."

"Yes!" The subordinate nodded.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in a private room of a top hotel in Chongdu, members of the Ruan and Xu families, as well as Ding Xuanwei from the Eighth District, were all seated.

Old Ding took a sip of water, smiled and asked everyone: "What do you think Meng Xi wants to do when he comes here this time?"

Xu Yan didn't say anything, and Uncle Ruan Ming immediately replied: "He is not a good person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the box door was pushed open, and Meng Xi stepped in: "Hello, everyone!"