Wind Rises in Dragon City

【Wind from Dragon City】【】

The old Mexican army, the headquarters building.

In the meeting room, Wang Dingyuan had a clear attitude and sharp words, and he was completely unwilling to make any concessions. This made many generals of the old Mo army feel a little bit embarrassed, and their faces were a little unsightly.

Even Santos, who was full of affection just now, didn't speak much at this time, and became a little silent.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole room was a little depressed.

Zhao Weihu didn't expect that Wang Dingyuan would communicate with the old Mo's army in this way when he just arrived.

But this also shows that although Wang Dingyuan looks young, he has a very bright mind.

Zhao Weihu knew very well that Wang Dingyuan just didn't want to present himself as a melon that was kneaded at will when the two parties cooperated for the first time. Because this is a military war, if the first commander is too weak and retreats without principle, what will be lost will not be money or profits, but human lives.

Therefore, when Zhao Weihu looked at Wang Dingyuan again, the suspicion from before was a little less, and there was a little more certainty in it.

The entire meeting room was silent for a long time, and the atmosphere froze for a while, and no one said a word.

After a while, Zhao Weihu spoke first, breaking the deadlock: "Hehe, I didn't expect the first meeting to be so intense! The smell of gunpowder in the conference room is stronger than that of Dragon City."

Zhao Weihu deliberately teased a few words, alleviating the embarrassment in the meeting room, and everyone smiled knowingly.

"Yes, sitting here is even better than sitting in the cannon pit outside Dragon City. I'm very nervous and need to go to the toilet."

"Everyone discusses normally, and some **** for tat is inevitable."

Many generals also realized that the atmosphere was too stiff. After all, Wang Dingyuan came to help, not to mention that he had more than 100,000 troops in his hand, so he found a step down with Zhao Weihu's words, and his face somewhat warmed up.

Zhao Weihu clapped his hands and said, "Okay, in order to reduce the smell of gunpowder, let's rest for a while and eat something."

Hearing this, Wang Dingyuan also borrowed the donkey to go downhill, and said to Santos: "Your Excellency, Commander, I am only right about things and not about people. We all have the same expectation, which is to win this war."

Santos nodded with a smile: "Of course, my friend."

Everyone chatted and laughed, adjourned temporarily, and left their chairs one after another, eating and chatting.

Santos pulled Wang Dingyuan and chatted with him for a while, talking about some things about Hua District. The two were all smiling, and they couldn't see the dignified atmosphere before.

Different from the uncompromising attitude at the meeting just now, Wang Dingyuan, who chatted privately, was much more modest and kind, making people feel low-key like a college student.

Zhao Weihu waited for a while, found an opportunity, called Wang Dingyuan aside, and asked straight to the point: "Is your plan sure?"

Wang Dingyuan looked serious, and immediately replied: "Commander Zhao, you must have more experience in fighting than I do. We all know that the situation of war changes rapidly, so no one dares to say that this kind of thing is 100% sure." .But one thing is very clear to me..."

Zhao Weihu asked: "What?"

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Wang Dingyuan said very firmly: "My plan is definitely more reliable than the plan made by the old Mo Guanjun! I formed a mercenary group in the war-torn area and served too many war-torn political assistants. The solution is to cut the mess quickly. The best way to deal with internal problems. Can Lao Mo compare with the military industry in District 1? A hot war can supply supplies to the frontlines. If it drags on, how do we fight? The victory of this war must be based on Lao Mo’s rapid pacification On the basis of civil strife, otherwise, everything is empty talk!"

Zhao Weihu looked at him, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but recall the conversation he had with Su Tianyu on the phone.

After he raised his concerns about Wang Dingyuan's qualifications, Xiao Yu told him: "You have to believe in the wisdom of Mr. Qin. It would not be unreasonable for him to send such a person. If there is a conflict in the first round of military and political meetings, , then you can temporarily support Wang Dingyuan for a round..."

Thinking of these words, Zhao Weihu's gaze gradually became firmer, he stretched out his hand and patted Wang Dingyuan's shoulder lightly, and started chatting with him in a low voice again.

Five minutes later, Zhao Weihu went to Santos' lounge alone, and said straight to the point: "Commander, we need a little courage..."

…

In the middle of the night, in the compound of the Dragon City General Administration Bureau.

Gu Baishun returned to the Bureau of General Statistics in a low-key manner, and pushed open the door of his office.

The clock on the wall was ticking, but to Gu Baishun's ears, it became a little noisy. He took a deep breath, walked to the window, pushed open the window, lit a cigarette casually, and looked out at the night outside and began to meditate.

"Drip Lingling!"

The phone rang harshly, and Gu Baishun took out his phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was Li Yuan calling. After thinking for a while, he connected the phone: "Hello, Secretary Li?"

On the phone, Li Yuan's gentle voice rang out: "Gu Ju, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Gu Baishun replied: "No, let's talk about something."

Li Yuan then said: "That's how it is. Just now the leader held a meeting to study it, and said that tomorrow morning, I asked you to set aside a little time to come to the administrative building. We are going to hold a press conference to the outside world. This is not Recently, because of the arrest of people by the National Bureau of Statistics, people in the city are panicking, and we also need to explain the situation to the public in order to stabilize the situation."

Hearing this, Gu Baishun didn't think too much, just nodded and said: "Yes, then I will go there early tomorrow morning."

Li Yuan said: "Okay ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let's see you tomorrow morning. I will send you the specific time and detailed press conference process."

"it is good."

The two hung up the phone.

Development conference?

What is the upper level going to do? Gu Baishun fell into deep thought.

…

Dragon City, the administrative hall.

In the mayor's office, Li Yuan put down the microphone, turned to Li Mingsheng who was sitting beside him and said, "Leader, I've finished my explanation."

Li Mingsheng nodded, glanced at the file that Su Tianyu had just sent to him in his notebook, after a long time of contemplation, he reached out to close the computer, stood up slowly and said, "This **** is finally coming back..."

…

"Boom!"

Amidst the intense engine roar, a military transport plane slid onto the runway of the Nanhu Military Airport.

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About ten minutes later, the plane stopped, and some officers who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward to greet them immediately.

Su Tianyu got off the plane with someone's help, and put him back on the wheelchair, followed by Jiangzhou, and An Qiqi and the others also got off the plane.

After the crowd exchanged a few words with the local military officer who came to greet them, they hurried towards the military vehicle parked beside them.

"Drip Lingling!"

Halfway through, the phone in Jiangzhou rang. After he picked it up, he slowed down a little and said respectfully, "Hello, Uncle Fu?"

Fu Zhen said succinctly on the phone: "You are waiting for me over there, I have to fly to Nanhu now. Before Su Tianyu leaves, we can solve the internal problems!"