District 9

Third Field Army, in the military compound, Qin Yu had just returned and before his butt was warm, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?"

"Xiao Yu, my grandfather is critically ill...!" Lin Nianlei's cry came.

Qin Yu hesitated for a moment, then immediately turned around and walked out: "Where are you? I'll go find you..."

Ten minutes later, Qin Yu left the army compound again by car and rushed to Sihe Manor.

…

At the same time, negotiations had begun in the reception room of the main building of the headquarters.

"Taixian, I must first make it clear that the position of the World War II Zone does not stand with the party and the government, but with the word "harmony." Lin Yaozong sat next to Uncle Gu and said solemnly: "We are also very dissatisfied that the party and government are in charge of the railway project. , but there was no commotion because the First War Zone had its voice first. Once the relationship between the military and the government, and between the party and the government becomes antagonistic, a buffer zone is needed."

What Lin Yaozong said was not actually to sell favors to the Gu family at this time, but this idea was indeed what the Lin family had always insisted on. If the Lin family had been divided into the camp of the Iron Hat King from the moment the conflict began, then the situation in Yanbei now would be unimaginable. In order to protect the market, the party and government are likely to involve the seventh and ninth districts. At that time, there will be no final buffer zone and neither side will be able to get out of power. It will really become a fight even if they don't want to fight.

Gu Taixian sat on the sofa, pondered for a while and then said: "Yao Zong, I will say two things: First, if the troops open fire, we will definitely not take the initiative to negotiate. The conditions must be raised from the other side. We are only responsible for nodding or shaking our heads. This is the principle. Sexual issues. Second, from the standpoint of the railway project, I hope that the Second World War Zone can keep pace with the First War Zone. There are no outsiders here, so I will say it directly. The railway's wind troops cannot keep up, and the pattern of the eight districts will become more complicated in the future. . If the party and government use this project to create a separate military and police system for you, the conflicts will definitely become irreconcilable in the future. If we fight now, it is a military conflict. If we cannot reach an agreement at that time, it will be a war!"

Lin Yaozong fell into deep thought upon hearing the sound.

"The prerequisite for the three districts to unite is that the seven and eight districts must have only one voice. If the military and political affairs are always separated, then the decision-making will be inconsistent, so how can we unite?" Gu Taixian's words were direct and to the point: "The future holds great significance for the nine districts. Regarding the district's position, I personally feel that political negotiations are of little use. Before that, whether it is District 8 or District 7, the internal steps must be consistent, and the railway project is the beginning."

"What do you think of the eight-person table with four people from the military and government sitting on it?" Lin Yaozong turned around and asked.

Gu Taixian pondered for a long time: "If we can seat four people, we can talk."

Lin Yaozong nodded, already knowing what he was doing.

"Boom!"

Just as the two were about to communicate further details, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Enter!"

The adjutant standing guard at the door shouted.

The door opened, and Lin Yaozong's adjutant came over in a hurry, lying in his ear and saying: "The nursing home called, our old man may..."

Lin Yaozong stood up suddenly, turned around and said to Gu Taixian, "Stop a moment, I have to go back to the old man."

"Mr. Lin...?!" Gu Taixian also stood up.

"well!"

Lin Yaozong frowned and sighed, then reached out and patted Gu Taixian on the shoulder and said, "The old man is just waiting for the letter from me."

After saying that, Lin Yaozong strode away.

…

About an hour later, at the entrance of Sihe Sanatorium, leaders of various party, government, college, military and government departments swarmed in their cars.

Light snow fell in the gloomy sky, and those who came to visit after hearing the news hurried towards the main building of the sanatorium.

When Qin Yu arrived, he looked at these cars and the people who were rushing in. They already guessed in their hearts that the old man would probably not survive the night.

In the lobby on the first floor, Lin Xiao, Lin Nianlei and other children of the younger generation were waiting quietly in plain clothes. There were too many important people upstairs, and everyone wanted to say a few words and meet each other, but their close relatives were squeezed out.

Qin Yu quietly entered the hall and stood beside Lin Nianlei, holding her trembling hand without saying a word.

There was a burst of noisy footsteps at the door. Lin Yaozong, wearing a woolen military coat and covered in frost and snow, walked in. He turned to look at his children, and then greeted his wife: "Get ready."

"Yes." Zhang Lan nodded, followed Lin Yaozong hurriedly and said, "...the commander-in-chief of the seventh region, the general administration, as well as several generals from the military region, and the general staff all called. Look here...?"

Lin Yaozong thought about it for a long time: "Delay it for a while, and say that the situation can still be controlled."

While the two were talking, they came to the elevator door. Lin Yaozong stepped in and gave simple instructions: "Let...the people preparing for the funeral do it now..."

Zhang Lan was startled for a moment before nodding in response.

The elevator closed and Lin Yaozong rushed upstairs.

…

In the urban area, outside the special detention room of a certain security point under the police station, several police officers rushed over and opened the small iron door.

"Gu Yan, come out!" the leading police officer shouted.

Gu Yan, unshaven and with greasy hair, sat on an iron chair and looked at them sideways: "Go out and have fun."

The police officers were stunned.

"Get out of here!" Gu Yan lay down on the chair, cursed in a very poor manner, and closed his eyes.

"Come out!!" the police officer pointed at the door and shouted.

"Fuck you." Gu Yan closed his eyes and cursed, "The boss is here today, and I can't even move. Shoot me, you bastard."

"You...!" The police officer was choked and speechless.

Two or three minutes later, the chief did not come, but the two deputy directors arrived in a hurry.

"Gu Yan, come out quickly." A deputy director in his forties stood outside the door and shouted.

"There was no reason when we caught him, and there was no reason when we released him." Gu Yan turned to look at him, pulled his neck and yelled: "Don't you have too much power?! Damn you, this is all I want to argue with today. Seriously, I won’t leave, I’ll see what you can do.”

Gu Yan really has no "prince" style at all. He scolds whenever he wants, and rolls the knife whenever he wants.

The middle-aged man stood at the door and hesitated for four or five seconds before patiently walking into the detention room and persuading him: "Xiao Gu, you were trained in the police system, and you know that, This is a matter, and we can’t make the decision..."

"I can go," Gu Yan turned to look at the other person: "But I, Uncle Zhu, must go with me."

The deputy director was stunned when he heard the sound.

…

In the ward of the nursing home, Lin Yaozong bent down and held his father's wrist, and whispered in his ear: "Everything goes well, Dad!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Mr. Lin closed his eyes tightly, nodded slightly, and said three words of "good" vaguely.