District 9

Beizhan Street, Songjiang City.

Geng Qiu, director of the Municipal Affairs Bureau, was sitting in the car, frowning and fiddling with the phone.

A few minutes later, the back seat door was pulled open, and Xin, the elder of the city police station, bent over and sat in. He asked urgently: "How is the situation over there in Longcheng?"

"It's a mess." Geng Qiu shook his head: "Go to Fengbei."

"Okay." Lao Xin nodded.

…

Fengbei.

In a tea room next to the Ninth District University of Political Science and Law, a dozen men, at least thirty-five years old, were chatting.

These people appear to be plainly dressed and gentle in speech, but if you pick one out at random, they will be the princes guarding one side in each city and even in the nine districts.

"Xiaodong, what do you think of the situation in Dragon City?" A fair-looking middle-aged man asked softly.

"The news I got is that a leading figure in the Longcheng area fell into the hands of the military and government." The man named Xiaodong pondered for a while and then replied: "In my opinion, we should talk after the fight."

"Is it possible that a second conflict will occur?" The fair-skinned middle-aged man stepped in and asked again.

"Definitely not." Another person interjected: "Han Sanqian was almost trapped in Dragon City, and the leader was also arrested. How can we fight this battle?"

"Yes." Xiaodong nodded in agreement: "When this gun goes off, it means people are dead on the ground. If things go on endlessly, and the war-weariness of the people rises, problems will arise. Besides, Once the Asian League focuses on this place, it will be difficult for the party, government, and military to handle it."

The fair-skinned middle-aged man sitting on the main seat thought for a moment and said: "In the past year or two, there has been a lot of noise in the military and political affairs. First, they forcibly interfered with the railway, then privately, the various units also frequently communicated, and now they are secretly funding The military conflicts in Dragon City... and they all achieved their ultimate goal. It is not a good thing for this family to grow bigger!"

"Yes." Xiaodong nodded slowly.

"It's time to express your stance properly. You can't always let the military and government be so willful." The middle-aged man smiled and ordered: "Give the students some tasks. Find the student union president of the Ninth District University of Political Science and Law and ask him to contact people from the brother schools. Publicly issue a statement in the media to strongly condemn the military conflict in the Longcheng area...it can be more targeted."

"If you do this, will there be an overreaction from the military and government?" An older man frowned and asked, "And by doing this, you are helping the party and government speak out. Is this a crime?"

"They are pinching, so the military and political affairs will not overreact to us." The middle-aged man waved his hand and replied: "The purpose of making this noise is to remind the military and political affairs that you are having too much fun, please calm down."

"Haha, I think it will work." Xiaodong responded with a smile: "After all, we and the party and government are all in the same big system, so it's not a big deal to watch them get beaten up and say nothing."

"The military government's beating of him this time probably has something to do with the frequent introduction of foreign capital by the party and government." The middle-aged man sitting in the chair frowned and cursed: "I made statistics a few days ago. Sixths of the current top officials in the ninth district First, they are not from the same ancestor as us, and there are nearly 10,000 middle-level and lower-level cadres who are not of Chinese descent... And a large part of them only changed their permanent residence and naturalized our people ten years after the establishment of the Ninth District. . This kind of encroachment speed is terrifying."

Everyone was silent.

"It's okay to be open to all rivers, and it's okay to develop together, but it's definitely not okay to let these foreign investors with ulterior motives and politicians with special purposes come to the ninth district to dictate." The middle-aged man said again: "That's why the military and government have been so willful in the past two years. Only the upper and lower levels of us are willing to be patient, but there should be a limit to everything."

"Yes." Xiaodong nodded.

"Let's do it this way, express our attitude and wrap things up." The middle-aged man raised his teacup calmly.

That evening, the student unions of the Ninth District University of Political Science and Law, the Ninth District Police College, the Special Administrative Region University and other universities held rallies overnight to begin discussing the draft.

after an hour.

The news reached the ears of Wu Di, the head of military and political intelligence, and his father. After hearing this, the latter just smiled indifferently: "It's a fact that he took action. Then the student can just curse a few times. Don't pay too much attention."

"Do we need to issue a statement saying that this incident has nothing to do with the military?" a subordinate asked on the phone.

"Okay. The central idea is, don't know, don't know, don't admit it." Father Wu nodded.

"Okay, got it."

After the words fell, the two ended the call.

…

It's about seven o'clock in the morning.

Several cars rushed to the military hospital. Qin Yu, Lao Li and others quickly got out of the car, met Lin Xiao who had just arrived at the door, and strode towards the emergency building.

at the same time.

Gu Yan dialed Chen Jun's number in Yanbei: "Brother, thank you Ang!"

"Qin Yu and I met in the EU area. Haha, let's help each other." Chen Jun had only heard of Gu Yan's name before. The two had never met and had no close relationship. This time he was willing to help, too. Because there are others in the middle who help to speak.

"Hey, brother, have you got those planes? If not, just sell them to us." Gu Yan asked with a smile.

"What do you want this for?"

"Give it to Qin Yu. He wants to set up a security company. It will definitely be useful to keep it." Gu Yan lit a cigarette and said, "You give me a price, how much it should be. I'll ask him to call you later."

"No." Chen Jun shook his head: "These helicopters were missed in Dragon City. It's not difficult to find the source on the other side... In order to avoid trouble, I plan to sell them to the second district."

"So cautious, huh?" Gu Yan asked with a smile.

"Oh, District Seven is much more complicated than yours." Chen Jun shook his head and sighed: "I still don't know who caused the trouble I had in District Two."

"Yes, I also heard some things about District 7." Gu Yan nodded.

"I just came back, so I'd better keep a low profile, haha." Chen Jun replied softly: "I happen to have some troops in the second area, so I can just throw them over and let them use them."

"Okay, no matter what, I have to thank you for this." Gu Yan replied simply: "When the matter in Longcheng is over, I will take Qin Yu to see you."

"Okay." Chen Jun nodded.

…

Around Fengbei, in the military hospital.

As soon as Qin Yu and Lao Li arrived at the door of the emergency room, a military doctor came over and asked, "Who is Lao Li?"

"I, I am!" Lao Li greeted him.

"The wounded man called Wen Beiliang is dying. He wants to see you." The military doctor replied softly.

Lao Li was stunned when he heard the sound.

"Come in quickly!" The military doctor waved his hand.

Qin Yu came to his senses and immediately rushed over and asked, "How is Ding Guozhen doing?"

"It's not too optimistic. Let's try our best." The military doctor took big steps and walked into the operating room again.

Qin Yu stood at the door of the second operating room, staring blankly at Ding Guozhen on the hospital bed through the ventilation window, feeling extremely worried.

Will this little fat man, one of his earliest brothers, be okay?