District 9

After Lin Xiao finished the fight with Qin Yu in front of the hotel, the reception dinner could only end hastily. Lao Mao, Lao Li and others took the guests from District 8 back to their residences by car, while Qin Yu returned to the division headquarters and went to the military doctor to see his injuries.

After about an hour, Lao Mao, Zhu Wei, Xu Yan and others returned to the division headquarters to visit Qin Yu.

In the health room, Qin Yu was lying on a military hospital bed, wearing a sling bottle and saying nothing.

"This Lin Xiao is really ignorant." Old Mao stood at the door and said with some annoyance: "You can't get involved in this conflict between husband and wife, regardless of whether they are parents or brothers. Come on. At this time, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, but it is causing trouble and doing a disservice..."

"Yes." Zhu Wei also agreed: "If he does this, the rumors will spread to the Yu family, and that will be another problem."

"...!"

The people in the room were all old brothers from the Songjiang clan. They didn't have much contact with Lin Nianlei, but they were "comrades" who had fought together for many years with Ke Kena. Or, more towards the Yu family who have a close relationship with everyone.

"Xiao Yu, don't get angry. You still have to let Leilei talk about this..." Zhu Wei wanted to give some advice.

Qin Yu was so irritated that he waved his hand and interrupted: "Stop talking about it. Go and go out. I want to be alone for a while."

After the words fell, the room was quiet.

"You all go back, I'm fine." Qin Yu repeated.

"well."

The old cat sighed: "Then you should have a good rest."

"Don't get angry. Jiujiang has been defeated. There is nothing we can't handle."

"...!"

The old brothers each gave a few words of advice before leaving together.

…

In the ward, the medicine in the infusion tube was dripping. Xiao Sang sat in the doorway in a daze, not daring to take the initiative to talk to Qin Yu.

Quiet, so quiet that you can hear breathing in the room.

Qin Yu stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling extremely upset. He originally planned to go to Yanbei to find Lin Nianlei after receiving the capital from the Eighth District, but before it was over, Lin Xiao came over and caused a scene.

With such a commotion, everyone in Sichuan Mansion must be aware of this matter in his family.

What to do next? What can the Yu family do? What would Coco be thinking?

And over in District 8, what exactly is Leilei thinking?

Thinking of this, Qin Yu's head almost burst. When he attacked Zhongdu and Jiujiang, he never felt that anything could be so difficult to deal with...

"well."

Qin Yu sighed, turned over and sat up and shouted: "Xiao Sang, give me a cigarette."

"Why."

Xiao Sang walked over, reached out and took out the cigarette case.

Qin Yu lit one, sat on the bed, looked out the window and thought about it.

…

In the main room of a small Taoist temple at the north gate of Chongdu.

Coco smiled and asked a Taoist priest: "Taoist Master Yuan, how about I arrange for everyone to stay in a hotel. The environment here is indeed a bit rough. There are usually no people in this Taoist temple, and the house is always empty..."

"It's very good here." Daochang Yuan was in his fifties. He was invited by Coco from Sixiang Mountain to help the First Independent Division select the location of the cemetery and conduct memorial activities. It is said that their Taoist temple has the best reputation in central Sichuan, and their business capabilities are extremely strong, making them a leading team in the industry.

"Look, do we need anything else?" Coco asked seriously.

"Just prepare according to the list I gave you." Yuan Daochang is thin, has a beard, and wears a robe. He does look like an immortal.

"OK."

Coco nodded and immediately winked at the secretary next to him.

"Daozhang Yuan, this is the incense money we donated to Sixiang Mountain." The female secretary stepped forward and placed the small bag on the table.

"Thank you, layman Yu, for your generosity." Taoist priest Yuan nodded slightly.

"You're welcome. Please also ask Taoist Yuan to choose a cemetery for our fallen soldiers to bless the future generations of Sichuan Mansion." Coco nodded with his hands clasped together.

Taoist priest Yuan nodded slowly.

Next to him, a little Taoist priest was playing with the lottery tube. Keke's secretary was a little curious and asked: "Little master, is this a divination thing?"

"Yes." The little Taoist priest was stunned and nodded.

"Hey, can you tell me a fortune?" The secretary usually has no contact with these people who engage in metaphysics. He is full of curiosity and wants the other party to help him inquire about his future.

"Businessman, my Taoism is very shallow." The little Taoist shook his head and replied softly: "But the master can't tell."

Taoist priest Yuan heard the sound and glanced at the young Taoist priest with an unhappy look on his face.

The little Taoist priest immediately shut up when he heard the sound.

"Master, can you help me with my fortune?" the secretary asked, blinking.

Coco also looked at Daozhang Yuan with interest and said nothing.

"Bushi, what do you want to ask?" Taoist priest Yuan looked at his secretary and replied.

"I want to ask...about marriage." The female secretary thought for a moment and replied.

Taoist priest Yuan thought for a moment and nodded slightly to the little Taoist priest. The latter stepped forward and placed the lottery tube on the table.

Taoist priest Yuan made a gesture of invitation.

The female secretary came to the table excitedly, reached out and shook the lottery tube.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the lot fell on the table, Taoist Yuan picked it up and took a look at it, then turned to look at Coco: "Ji Shi, do you want a lot?"

"I..." Coco was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, just ask!" the female secretary persuaded with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll make a random guess." Coco picked up the lottery tube curiously and shook the lottery with her eyes closed.

After the two hexagrams were over, the female secretary kept urging Yuan Daozhang to help her interpret the signature, but the latter picked up a pen and paper and wrote two sets of small characters, one set was given to the female secretary and the other to Coco.

"Asking about the future through hexagrams is contrary to the harmony of heaven." Taoist priest Yuan said softly: "The fate between me and the two laymen has been finalized."

"What do you mean?" the female secretary asked.

Daochang Yuan looked at her without replying.

"Don't ask." Coco greeted her, stretched out her hand, spread out the note, and saw the twenty small characters on it.

For ten years, there has been a shadow on the screen. It is difficult to let go now. When will the world be vaster, my old friend will be in the shadow of the moon.

Coco looked at these twenty little characters and was a little confused. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure out any way.

"Master Yu, when we meet again, you owe me money for asking questions." Taoist priest Yuan said with a smile.

Coco also smiled: "Master is telling fortunes today, and you will ask me to pay the bill tomorrow!"

Daochang Yuan looked at her and did not answer.

Half an hour later, the group finished talking about business at the Taoist temple and returned by car. The female secretary sat in the passenger seat and said in confusion: "What does the word "give" mean? It makes me curious. ”

"Oh, just listen." Just as Coco was about to persuade the secretary, the phone in his pocket rang: "Hello?"

"Why couldn't you get through on the phone just now?!" Yu Wanhe's voice rang.