District 9

In the morning, around seven o'clock.

Qin Yu led his son Xiao Ziyi to do a simple exercise in his courtyard. The father and son ran for about three kilometers. The boy returned to the living room without any abnormality and drank two glasses of milk, while Qin Yu sat on the sofa and kept wiping his sweat.

In the living room, Lin Nianlei was wearing a slim-fitting professional suit and black stockings. She passed by Qin Yu with a charming temperament: "Oh, you look weak. I thought when I first met you, you killed several people by yourself." A gangster, he stood in front of me. He was so handsome and young, so captivating!"

"What now? Where am I missing now?" Qin Yu asked unconvinced.

"Now, you are middle-aged and greasy, making it difficult to deal with you!"

"...You fart." Qin Yu wiped his sweat and scolded: "If you didn't dress like this every day, how could my body be like this?"

Lin Nianlei blushed when she heard this, reached out and slapped Qin Yu on the head, and scolded in a low voice: "Be careful what you say, the children are here."

"You go upstairs, I have something to tell you." Qin Yu obviously didn't enjoy his morning exercise and wanted to finish with aerobic exercise.

"Get lost!" Lin Nianlei cursed: "Hurry up and eat."

"Haha." Qin Yu looked at her, patted the sofa and called: "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Lin Nianlei put the girl on the baby seat next to the dining table and let her eat by herself. Then she walked back, sat next to Qin Yu and asked, "What's wrong? Brother Yu!"

"There is a meeting over in the Eighth District. As the future eldest princess, you have to go back to build momentum for the old man." Qin Yu reminded.

"I know, I've already asked for leave." Lin Nianlei nodded: "I will go back as soon as the meeting starts."

"How much money does our family have?" Qin Yu asked.

"I haven't counted it. In terms of cash, there must be hundreds of thousands." Lin Nianlei also has a carefree character and has never valued money. When Qin Yu sold off Tiancheng Group and other industries, most of his assets were confiscated on his own initiative, so his family never had much financial reserves. But to put it bluntly, Qin Yu didn't need financial reserves.

Qin Yu thought for a while and then intervened: "I called the financial department and asked them to specially approve a part of the funds. On behalf of the Sichuan government, you go to the Eighth District to participate in some social activities and make some donations to some people's groups that are in difficulty."

"Hey, do you want to spread your wealth, Boss Qin?"

"Spreading wealth cannot solve the fundamental problem. Only by restructuring can everyone have food to eat and become rich." Qin Yu said with great awareness.

"You're talking more and more like Governor Gu now. Hey, aren't you really his illegitimate son?"

"……I am your father."

"Say another one?!" Lin Nianlei was a little anxious.

"You have to call me daddy. I will run another three kilometers. I have to arrange my physical fitness clearly." Qin Yu said with a curse.

"...Nasty, please let me think about this."

…

morning.

Qin Yu went to the headquarters and met Daya who had just returned.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"You should withdraw from Jiangzhou. I will find an excuse to send you to garrison near Jinmen Port." Qin Yu said with a solemn expression: "After you go, please remember that without my direct order, Don’t listen to anyone who speaks.”

"Is there any response from District 8?"

"Not yet, just in case." Qin Yu stood up and said: "The governor is old, we can't let him bear the pressure alone! He has supported Sichuan Mansion for ten years, then I will definitely fulfill his ideals."

"I heard from outsiders that the governor meant that the throne would be passed on from generation to generation?" Daya said with a hint.

Qin Yu waved his hand: "I actually don't have many expectations for success. To be honest, when I had no rights, I wanted rights. Now that I have rights, alas... I will often think of my time in Songjiang. It was something like that. I was really happy riding horses at that time, and I could go out at any time I wanted in the evening. When I felt depressed, I would find Lao Mao, Ma Laoer and the others for a big drink; during the holidays, I would go for a walk outside the district... …It’s unrestrained, which is good.”

"What you said is so pretentious. Do you know how many people envy you?!"

"...!" Qin Yu turned to look at him, reached out and patted his office chair: "This position is like a cage. If you don't sit on it, you won't experience that feeling."

"Brother, do you think the governor's decision can really be implemented smoothly?"

"...Some people will be obstacles, and some people hope that this old man can close his eyes with joy on the day he really leaves." Qin Yu said with some sadness: "Like me."

…

In the office of Zhou Xingli, Luhuai, District 7.

"It is a bit difficult to integrate in advance. The opportunity we have been waiting for has come." Li Bokang placed a handwritten document on Zhou Xingli's desk: "This is some advice from me. Take a look. Bar."

Zhou Xingli picked up the information, flipped through it, and smoked a cigarette.

Li Bokang sat on a chair, drank tea, and waited quietly.

"Where did this news come from?" Zhou Xingli asked.

"I judge that the wind was deliberately released by the other side." Li Bokang frowned and replied.

"Isn't that to be used?"

"As long as it is beneficial to us, it doesn't matter if we are used for a while." Li Bokang put down the tea cup and replied: "If there is a commotion here, it will greatly delay the fusion plan. Once he dies, everything will change!"

"Okay, just follow your plan." Zhou Xingli nodded.

"I will let others implement this plan." Li Bokang stood up and said, "There is a letter from the Fourth District. I want to arrange a secret meeting with people from the European Union there."

"Well, I'll ask Lao Wang from the headquarters to handle this matter with you." Zhou Xingli also slowly stood up and communicated with Li Bokang in detail.

…

night.

Lu Di, Dalizi sat in his brigade headquarters and whispered to one of his cousins: "The order just came from above, you should be responsible for handling this matter."

The cousin officer took the information and glanced at it: "This... this gives too little information!"

"Try to check it out."

"Okay." The cousin officer nodded.

…

At around 12 o'clock in the morning, Fu Zhen was sitting in a truck, wearing dirty worker's clothes, and whispered to a spirited young man who was following him: "Let's be more flexible in doing things, and don't follow the predetermined plan. The road ends in darkness.”

"What do you mean?" the energetic guy asked a little confused.

"Which way were you planning to take?" Fu Zhen asked.

"Just take Highway 4, it's in front..."

"Then we won't leave." Fu Zhen yawned and said, "Let's go around Taikangxi."

"Director, we are going in the opposite direction, are we taking a long detour?"

"When you go deep behind enemy lines, you have to change to be safe." Fu Zhen replied carelessly: "Forget it, it's hard for you to keep up with my thinking with your IQ."

"……All right!"

Fu Zhen actually had one detail that he didn't tell everyone, that is, he had just received a call from Lao Zhan. The other party told him that the troops from the Seventh District had recently been stationed and the control was stricter, so his evacuation time might be two days later than expected. This is also the reason why Fu Zhen decided to make some "changes".

…

Summer Island.

He Chong whispered to Xue Huaili: "I'd better go to the EU area in person."

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