Wind Rises in Dragon City

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The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.

In the Hua District, in the Southwest Theater Command, Xiang Jingyang, known as Xiaoping Xiwang, was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast while watching the news of the Old Triangle.

On the TV screen, a beautiful anchor with good facial features read the obituary with a choked voice: "...at 22:05 last night, our respected governor, Mr. Pu Yuan, died at the age of 94 after being rescued in the Xingshan Sanatorium. Today is It is a gloomy day for our nation, and it is for all the compatriots in Myanmar and Vietnam... Today at 7:45 am, the Supreme Administrative Department announced that the Old Triangle region has entered the state funeral period, the whole people have a three-day holiday, and all entertainment industries are closed...!"

Xiang Jingyang watched the news without any change in expression on his face. In fact, Governor Pu passed away within five minutes last night, and he had already received the news.

"Uncle," Xiang Jingyang wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked back at Xiao Qinglong, his staff member, and ordered, "The obituary has been announced, so let's express our gratitude and order the troops at the front to lower their flags and fire their guns in mourning."

"Okay." Xiao Qinglong got up and walked over: "But we haven't received an invitation to mourn, and they don't seem to have diplomatic communication with us."

"When the governor of a quasi-region passes away, there will always be some turmoil." Xiang Jingyang stood up and replied, "We'll just wait and see."

Xiao Qinglong nodded slowly: "Oh, yes, there is one more thing. The people from Longcheng are here, and they arrived in Hanoi last night to discuss marriage with Gui Mengjun."

Xiang Jingyang recalled it for a while, and asked with his hands behind his back: "Is it Su Tianyu's sister who wants to marry Gui Mengjun?"

"Right." Xiao Qinglong nodded.

Xiang Jingyang frowned: "They didn't come at the right time."

"Yes, but Gui Mengjun probably didn't know that Governor Pu's condition would suddenly deteriorate." Xiao Qinglong asked in a low voice, "Look, do we want to remind Gui Mengjun?"

Xiang Jingyang nodded: "I want to remind you, tell Gui Mengjun that he will be a man with his tail between his legs these few days, and tell him clearly that we have not received any condolence invitations."

"Okay." Xiao Qinglong nodded.

…

Hanoi city.

Gui Mengjun called Miao Miao at 7:30 in the morning and told her that he might come later today because he had a lot of things to deal with on the first day of the state funeral.

People in the Su family also understand this kind of thing very well, life is like this, you never know which will come first, surprise or accident, and it is impossible for everyone to count that they will catch up with the governor's death before they come.

In the villa, after the blind date group had breakfast, Su Miaomiao saw that everyone was bored, so she asked, "Does anyone want to go out for a walk? I've been here a few times, so I can be a tour guide."

Second Uncle Su sat on the sofa, took off his presbyopic glasses and said, "There are funerals in the big area, the entertainment industry has stopped, and everyone is on holiday, where can you go?!"

"Let's walk to the scenic spots by ourselves, and we don't need to bother anyone." Su Miaomiao replied softly, "It's only three days, how boring it is to stay here."

"Let's go, go to the beach to bask in the sun and take a stroll." The second aunt also persuaded: "Anyway, I'm here, so let's treat it as a tourist."

Under the persuasion of everyone, the second uncle finally agreed to go out with everyone.

It was past ten o'clock in the morning.

In addition to Su Tianbei and others who were sleeping late in the villa, Su Tianyu, Da Xiong, Miao Miao, Hou Guoyu and other diligent young people left the Seaview Hotel with the elderly group.

Everyone originally thought that although Governor Puyuan died of illness this time, and the entire Old Triangle area is holding funerals, it will not affect travel. At most, some scenic spots cannot be visited, but self-driving should be no problem.

But Su Tianyu, Su Miaomiao and others still underestimated the influence of the governor's death.

After the business convoy drove out of the Seaview Hotel, and had driven less than three kilometers, Su Tianyu and others found that the scene in the urban area was completely different from yesterday's.

On all the main arterial roads of the harbor pier, soldiers of the troops maintaining order and personnel of the police department can be seen almost everywhere.

The streets are full of pedestrians, and you can't see any shops open at all. People walk on the streets, all dressed in plain clothes, holding black and white photos of Governor Puyuan when he was young, and crying all the way Shout, send each other all the way to pay homage.

Sacrifice areas are also set up at the intersections of the main roads, where sacrifices such as flowers can be placed, but nothing can be burned.

Su Miaomiao sat in the car with her mouth open in an O-shape, looked at the crowded street in disbelief and said, "This... this is so spectacular!"

"Go back, the road ahead is impossible to walk." Second Uncle Su said wearing a peaked cap, "This is a state funeral! When the whole people are sad, you go to the scenic spots and take pictures and be embarrassed. Be careful that the locals will beat you up."

"That makes sense!" Su Miaomiao was also terrified by this scene, because she was born in Longcheng and has never experienced such a thing since she grew up. When they talk about "freedom" and "democracy" over there, the people are very egotistical, and it is difficult for them to have a different inner emotion towards a certain politician or leader.

In the past few years, even when the chief executive of the Chinese Corps died of illness, Dragon City did not make much noise. Only relevant departments organized memorial activities, but their influence was incomparable to the incident in the Old Triangle.

Everyone wanted to go out for a walk, but the sad scene in the city could not support their joyful travel at all.

Everyone discussed in the car, and then asked the driver to go back the same way.

Back at the sea view villa, it's still early, the older generation are idle and bored, so they can only let Su Tianyu ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Miao Miao and others lead the way and go to the beach to bask in the sun together.

…

In a blink of an eye, it was evening.

Gui Mengjun had a meeting at the company all day and walked into the office exhausted.

"Boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

Gui Mengjun looked down at the time: "Come in!"

After the words fell, Mingming walked in with a smile. She had her hair coiled and was wearing a white suit. She asked Gui Mengjun with bright beautiful eyes, "Tired?"

"Well, there are a lot of things to do," Gui Mengjun looked up at her: "I have to go to the harbor later."

"To see the Su family?" Ming Ming asked.

"Yes." Gui Mengjun got up: "These few days...!"

"Can't you not go?" Mingming asked seriously with a pretty face.

Gui Mengjun was taken aback for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"Are you really going to marry that local girl who bought a college degree?" Mingming asked.

"Oh." Gui Mengjun sighed: "Mingming, let me tell you again very seriously, you'd better be polite when you evaluate Miao Miao in front of me, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."

"You really want to marry her?"

"right!"

"What if I say no?" Mingming looked directly at Gui Mengjun.

…

Zone 1 time, around five o'clock in the morning.

Su Tiannan was taken out of the cell in advance, and came to a square where there were more than 20 other felons lined up.

After Su Tiannan joined the team, he stood in the center of the crowd with his hands behind his back and listened to the lecture.

A white prison guard in his forties gave a lecture in English: "You dirty idiots! I must remind you that during this community service and during the interview, you must obey the police officers' arrangements...!"