District 9

On the road to Fengbei, Niu Gang was driving, humming a tune, and was in a very happy mood.

He took two days off and had a date in the evening. He planned to relax first and then go home to see his wife and children.

The car was speeding, Niu Gang was holding the steering wheel with his left hand, and when he was about to take out his mobile phone with his right hand, suddenly there was a burst of extremely dazzling light in front of the road.

Niu Gang instinctively slowed down, parked the car slowly on the side of the road, lowered the window, and cursed at the slow-moving vehicles on the opposite side of the road: "You are having a fucking concert, are your car lights so bright? !”

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

Six people got out of the vehicle in front, three of them carrying automatic rifles in their hands and wearing combat uniforms armed to the teeth.

Niu Gang took one look at the other party's attire and immediately reached out to draw his gun.

"Weng!"

An off-road vehicle came up from behind, and four more people jumped out of the vehicle, all holding long guns in their hands.

Niu Gang was stunned.

A middle-aged man walked up to the vehicle, smashed the door with a hammer simply and roughly, and waved to Niu Gang: "Get out of the car!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Niu Gang had already pulled out the gun and asked in a very arrogant tone.

"I'm from the special department. If I need anything, I'd like to ask you."

"What the fuck is...!" Niu Gang continued to curse.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man outside the car punched him in the face and said coldly: "You'd better cooperate. We've been squatting on you outside for several days, and you don't have a good temper."

"Crash!"

Everyone gathered around and pointed their guns at Niu Gang's head.

Two minutes later, Jiang Xue received a call: "Got it?"

"Well, let's take him and go back immediately."

"Okay, hurry up!" Jiang Xue nodded.

Everyone quickly evacuated the scene. The middle-aged man put his arms around Niu Gang's neck and whispered to him: "When you get to the place, you call your work and ask for a week's leave. Do you understand?"

Niu Gang looked at him and said nothing.

"If you don't cooperate, I'll make you eat shit from now on. Do you believe it?" the middle-aged man said with a cold face.

Niu Gang clenched his fists, already understanding in his heart that the other party probably arrested him because of the shooting case in District 8.

…

In the evening, around 10:20.

The Xiang Zehao Self-Defense Forces surrounded outside Changji, as well as Liu Weiren's troops in the World War II area, suddenly moved all the troops on the frontline back fifteen kilometers.

This action was not reported to the Allied Army Headquarters at all, but was purely spontaneous.

At 11 o'clock, Feng Ji rushed to the house and narrated the matter to Mr. Feng solemnly.

Feng Chengzhang sat in the study, thought for a few seconds and asked: "This happened, have you called Liu Weiren and Xiang Zehao?"

"After the fight, one told me that it was a normal defense adjustment and that he had to go back to the rear to replenish supplies; the other told me that there was a movement in the direction of Changji, and he retreated to see the other party's reaction." Feng Ji frowned and said: "Anyway The reason is far-fetched, but it makes sense.”

Feng Chengzhang stood up slowly, walked around the house with a cane and replied: "They think they took too little, so someone will probably look for you."

"Dip Lingling!"

Just then, Feng Ji's cell phone rang. He lowered his head and glanced at the caller ID: "It's from Meng Xi."

"Take it and see what he says."

"Hello?" Feng Ji answered the phone in front of his father.

"Are you free, General Feng, let's chat?" Meng Xi's voice sounded.

"Okay, I'll go to your office." Feng Ji paused and replied.

"Well, then I'll wait for you." After saying that, Meng Xi hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" Feng Chengzhang asked.

"He wants to talk to me."

"Go ahead." Feng Chengzhang waved his hand: "You decide the scale yourself."

"Okay!" Feng Ji stood up.

…

At around 1 a.m., Feng Ji rushed to the Sichuan Military Office with the guards around him.

Meng Xi sat in the living room and did not mention the sudden withdrawal of the Self-Defense Forces and Liu Weiren's troops. Instead, he said happily: "General Feng, Songjiang is completely independent, which is a good thing for our Allied Forces. Son."

"Of course." Feng Ji nodded.

"However, in this favorable situation, we also encountered many problems here." Meng Xi said with a sigh.

"What's the problem?" Feng Ji asked.

"Oh, it's a matter of military expenditures." Meng Xi said with a look of embarrassment: "First of all, it's the Self-Defense Forces. After Xiang Zehao left the party and government factions, the source of military expenditures was cut off, and the group enterprises he controlled, They all took root in Fengbei. Once Xiang Zehao left, it was difficult for them to ensure their own safety, let alone come up with money. And Wu Tianyin, if he could agree to cooperate with Xiang Zehao, then It’s because our Commander Qin secretly promised Xiang to provide him with 500 million in military expenses, but... the money must have been wasted now, so Lao Wu is not satisfied either, saying that we have not fulfilled our promise."

Feng Ji frowned.

"As for the situation in our Sichuan government, you are more or less aware of it." Meng Xi continued: "The two tough battles of attacking Yandao and supporting Laojiao almost drained the financial department. Now our troops are operating , we still have to rely on the support from the Eighth District, so... our current situation is that we can’t come up with money to distribute to various forces. "

"Then what do you mean...?"

"I would like to ask you if our Feng department can help solve the military expenditure problem." Meng Xi said bluntly.

Feng Ji lit a cigarette and asked expressionlessly: "How many will be solved?"

"1.5 billion a year, half of it must be given first." Meng Xi replied with a firm look.

"Haha!" Feng Ji laughed when he heard this: "How much is the military budget of the Sand Clan in the First War Zone? One and a half billion a year, brother Meng Xi, do you think our Feng family is a money printer? "

Meng Xi stepped in and looked at him, and said without hesitation: "As the old saying goes, before the troops and horses move, food and grass go first. If there is no money in this pocket, there is no way to gather troops! Our Allied Forces are looking harmonious outside. But you know the actual situation better than anyone else. Once the money cannot be provided, it will only be a matter of time before the partnership breaks up."

Feng Ji was silent.

"Wu Tianyin, Xiang Zehao, including those in World War II areas, currently have no stable economic income." Meng Xi continued: "If the military pay cannot be paid, what will happen if the troops mutiny?"

"One and a half billion is too much." Feng Ji replied coldly.

"Wait a moment." Meng Xi waved his hand, took out a stack of documents from his bag, placed them neatly on the table and said, "This is the expenditure of each army that I calculated. The minimum annual budget is also It’s up to 1.4 billion! Haha, I really don’t care how much you want, you can look at this bill for yourself.”

Feng Ji rubbed his palms: "I need this..."

"General Feng, let me just say one thing: If the money is not in place, the Allied Forces may break up at any time." Meng Xi interrupted the other party's words crisply and continued in a low voice: "Also, since our Allied Forces have started fighting with the other party. Since the peace talks have been held, I would like to add a clause to allow the party and government to return the Self-Defense Forces detained in Fengbei as soon as possible. These are the troops brought up by Xiang Zehao. Their return will also invisibly enhance our military strength!"

Feng Ji looked at Meng Xi with burning eyes, and the latter also stared at him without fear.

…

An hour later, Feng Ji left the office.

Qin Yu called Meng Xi directly: "How did we discuss it?"

"1.5 billion a year, not even a penny less." Meng Xi replied.

"What do you think of the result?" Qin Yu asked again.

"Commander, Shen Wanzhou gave up Songjiang not because of how capable his Feng faction was, but because he was afraid of the power of our allies. Feng Chengzhang took advantage of our power to completely capture Songjiang, so I don't care if he wants fifteen people a year Is it more than 100 million?" Meng Xi stared at her eyes and said: "They are in charge of the military and political affairs. How much does the Feng Department get in just tax money in a year? This negotiation is just to let him know the truth. We are not that good. Foolishly, if Feng Chengzhang wants to take advantage of our power, he has to give us money. He has to pay big money!"

Qin Yu thought for a long time: "Have you told him about asking the party and government to release the Self-Defense Forces?"

"I said it." Meng Xi nodded.

When Qin Yu heard this, he was even more sure that he had made the right choice in using Meng Xi, so he immediately replied: "Okay, I will completely delegate power to you regarding Songjiang's issues. Just remember, our Sichuan Mansion can Take less, or even none, but make sure your allies are well settled."

"I understand." Meng Xi nodded.

…

after one day.

In Yanbei, District 8, Niu Gang sat on an iron chair with his face covered in blood, feeling extremely depressed.

"Can you tell me?" Jiang Xue asked, stroking his hair.

"I...I said...I said!" Niu Gang nodded.