District 9

Lu Di, in Dali Zi's private garden.

In District 7, people from Zhou's military intelligence department, people from the external liaison department of the general headquarters, and some officers from the naval unit were all sitting on the left side of the living room, while Dalizi and others were sitting on the sofa on the right side. superior.

"Haha, don't just tell us, take a look for yourselves and see if there is anything you want to modify in the conditions we have set." The people from the military intelligence department looked at Dali Zi and said with a smile.

Dalizi picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said calmly: "There's actually nothing to say about this matter. Your Seventh District Zhou Department has been supporting us for a long time. If you want money, give us money. Gun to gun, I know these accounts well. After we get the food and salary, we have to do things as agreed before, and we can't break our promises, so I don't have any other opinions on these conditions. If you say you want to formally join the army, then Just start, we’ll be done cooperating.”

When the negotiators in District 7 heard what Dalizi said, they couldn't help but praise him as a person.

"Do what you say, be particular about it!"

"Haha, it's a pleasure to work with you!"

"...!"

Praising words came one after another. Dalizi smiled and touched his head and said softly: "Incorporation is incorporation, but there are three principles that we cannot break! First, our people and unit numbers must be independent. Second, the scope of our current activities cannot be reduced. Once I am incorporated, I will not go anywhere and will just stay in Lu. Third, the government affairs department must also be independent, and our people can manage the people themselves. This condition It's also for your own good, because the people in this area are used to being wild and not so easy to control. If other troops come unexpectedly, the people may not be able to adapt. Of course, if there is a war, we people will definitely not hold back and tell us where to go. In a war, the troops will definitely carry out orders."

"There is no problem with this." The people from the Seventh District Headquarters immediately expressed their position: "What we have agreed upon will not change. If you are happy, we will not be nagging."

"That's okay." Dalizi nodded.

"If there are no problems, we will sign the terms in the next few days. Later, our lower-level officers will also come to Ludi one after another to help you complete the formation of the army."

"OK, alright."

"Okay, that's it for today."

The conversation between the two parties was very pleasant, and Dalizi was not too picky or demanding about some of the conditions put forward by the Seventh District Zhou Clan. As for District 7, it was just enough, giving Dalizi and the others a high degree of freedom.

In fact, before Brother Xiao did what he did with Dalizi last time, their team had already negotiated cooperation with District 7. Otherwise, as a local power, Dalizi would not have dared to "break up" with the Sichuan government at that time. Because there were people behind him, he was tough on the job.

But today's internal environment in the three major districts is no longer what it used to be. Sichuan, District 8, and District 9 have achieved an absolute military alliance. There is also a powerful Chen clique in District 7, so for the local armed forces, they have a lot of options. The Zhou clique does not have any advantage in recruiting local forces, and many people are even resistant to them.

Therefore, there were actually many internal objections to Dalizi's decision to join the Zhou clan. Some people think that it is better to go to the Ninth District or Sichuan Mansion, because the comprehensive strength there is now stronger. Of course, some people are willing to go to the Zhou Department because there is money here and the treatment is good. To put it bluntly, in the future, the Zhou system will not be good, and soldiers and grassroots officers will not have any influence. At most, they can just listen to whoever is the best.

However, these voices were almost completely suppressed by Dali Zi. He was in his prime, and his prestige in Lu was particularly high. He was even more dominant than Qin Yu when he first entered Sichuan. Because he was born and raised in the local area, with three generations of his family members being local celebrities and more than a dozen cousins, he was the one and only person in his team.

Dalizi did not choose other factions, and the reason was very simple. He is very particular about what he does, and he adheres to the principle that if I take money from your Zhou family, I can't deceive you, so he simply agreed to be included.

…

It's about 11 o'clock in the evening.

In Jiangzhou, three cars were parked at the back door of a private club. Before Lao Zhan could unbuckle his seat belt, a young man in a black suit had already opened the door for him and stood straight under the car. Made a please gesture.

Lao Zhan was startled for a moment, then bent down and got out of the car.

The six young men immediately dispersed along the street, with their right hands on their waists and their sharp eyes scanning around.

After the leading personnel from the front escorted Fu Zhen and others into the club, they directly reported Chen Jun's name to the other party and took the special elevator all the way upstairs. The scene was not ordinary.

Lao Zhan and the other three people all came out of the Navy's special warfare department and were considered to have seen the world. When they saw the ten people following Fu Zhen, they were all over 1.80 meters tall, young and strong. , eyes are lively, the most important thing is the small leather shoes, and the small suit is very exquisite. Going to that station, it looks a bit like the Matrix.

This group of people really doesn't look like security personnel from a small department. At the end of the day, they have to be the guards around the generals.

When everyone came to the guest room, Lao Zhan was the first to speak: "Okay, Fu Zhen, looking at you, you are indeed doing well in Sichuan Mansion now!"

"Oh, it's not bad, it's quite average." Fu Zhen sat on the sofa, unconsciously threw out the world-famous pilot's watch, and said very calmly: "I'm so tired, I was completely exhausted when I was in Luhuai It's incomparable. The work intensity here in Sichuan is very high, and I even flew to the European Union last month."

"What are you doing in the EU area?" Lao Zhan asked.

"Haha, you can't say that." Fu Zhen grinned.

"Ah!" Lao Zhan nodded solemnly: "You are in charge of this stall now. How many people are there?"

"There are more than 1,500 people in the core." Fu Zhen started bragging in front of the spirited young man without blushing or out of breath: "There are about four to five hundred people in the field and logistics."

"Holy shit, there are so many?" A young man named Xiaoliu said in disbelief: "Then you are not better than Ma Laoer! His department has about the same number of people as you, right?"

Fu Zhen didn't explain at all, he just said calmly: "He and we are from two different systems. We drink together when we have nothing to do, but we don't talk about business."

Lao Zhan was a little curious: "You just went there and you were asked to take charge of a team of more than 2,000 people. And what is the use of so many people?"

"Haha, this is a secret." Fu Zhen smiled again.

"Fuck, have you forgotten whose son Xiao Fu is?" Xiaoliu had already figured out countless details about Fu Zhen's development in Sichuan Mansion, and said in a low tone: "I am the prince of Lieutenant General Fu's family. How can I Aren’t you going to be entrusted with an important task?”

"Haha." Fu Zhen smiled reservedly. His skill in pretending has at least reached the stage of overcoming the tribulation. He knows that this trick should not be forced, but should be half-truth and half-false. Sometimes the less you say, the more it sounds like that.

Lao Zhan rubbed his palms: "Xiao Fu, let me tell you the truth..."

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a spirited young man walked in quickly with a phone in hand. He covered the phone with his left hand, bent down and said to Fu Zhen: "Director, the Commander-in-Chief called and said that in three days, let You fly to District 8, there is... over there at the Governor's Office."

Fu Zhen stood up immediately after hearing the sound, turned to the three of them and said, "I'm going to take a call from Commander Qin."

Lao Zhan was a little confused: "Oh, okay."

After saying that, Fu Zhen turned around and left.

The three of them sat on the sofa. After a while of silence, Xiaoliu took the lead and whispered: "Fu Zhen is really a popular person in Sichuan now. I think...he is really developing here. If it doesn't work, we will vote for him." ….”

Lao Zhan scratched his nose, lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Don't rush to agree. He has more than 1,500 people. You have to ask clearly how much he can let us control, and we will reply later!"

"We are all brothers in the same class, can he treat us badly?" Another person said with a smile: "I see, thanks to his father's relationship, A Zhen will definitely be the star of Sichuan Province tomorrow."

In the corridor, Fu Zhen took the phone that was not connected at all and said to the energetic young man who had just entered the room: "Fuck, you're using too much force. Can you press it down a little? You can mention the Governor when you come up." , I’m so fucking confused. That’s not how you brag, good brother…!”

"I'm just trying to make a big claim, but it's hard for them to confirm it."

"Press it, press it, it's steady."

"I understand, brother!"

"Okay, I'll give you some Xiaoli tonight." Fu Zhen patted the other party's shoulder.

…

Chongdu.

Qin Yu received a call from Gu Yan at home: "...What's the matter, brother?"

"My wife is pregnant." Gu Yan said happily.

"Fuck, what a good thing!"

District 8, inside the sanatorium.

The thin Gu Tai'an was lying on the bed. After saying three good words, he slowly murmured: "I don't have any worries anymore. It's time to do something..."