Tuzha Street, Songjiang Station of the Military Supervision Bureau.

After Yang Cheng left, Ma Laoer immediately held a meeting for officers at major level or above in the conference room.

"It's getting late, I'll say what time is it." Ma Lao Er sat upright in the main seat and said softly: "First, everyone just saw that the General Political Department of the Military Affairs Department had a secret investigation office in our Military Supervision Bureau. This department has the right to internal audit and investigation, so recently everyone has wiped their hands clean and keep a low profile. Don't leave any talk to others. Second, the current head of the Military Supervision Bureau is still named Wu. What should everyone do in the past and continue to do what they should do in the future. The sky will not change or collapse. Put your position in the right way and know your position.

The question will not happen. Third, everyone works together. In addition to being friends or comrades-in-arms, I can tell you clearly that I will not stay in Songjiang for too long. Many people know this in their hearts. The Sichuan Mansion is getting better and better now. I will be transferred back by Xiaoyu sooner or later." Ma Laoer paused at this point and said bluntly: "When I go back, whoever you want to follow me, then we will go to Sichuan Mansion to work together, so everyone doesn't have to worry about future issues. I can give what I can't give here; the Sichuan Mansion can give it too."

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved.

The purpose of Ma Lao Er's words is to give everyone a reassurance. There are two main meanings: First, although the Secret Investigation Office has been established, the Military Supervision Bureau is still the final say of the Wu family, so as long as you have no problem with your position, there will naturally be someone to protect you. Second, even if something happens in Songjiang, Ma Lao Er will borrow the general from the Wu family and lean on the Sichuan Mansion behind you. You can't stay here. You are the grandfather who returns to Sichuan Mansion and have a seat, so you don't have to worry about the future.

The people in the military intelligence department are all very talented. After everyone understands Ma Laoer's meaning, they naturally feel much more at ease.

"Website Manager Ma, don't worry, you have all raised us people, and you have a good idea of ​​your positioning." The deputy webmaster immediately stated: "What do you and the Wu family ask us to do? We have absolutely nothing to say."

"Yes, if they want to check it, just check it." The director of the archives office also smiled and said, "Since the construction of the Songjiang Station, we have always been all over the place, and there are no outsiders involved. Let alone them, even if the Wu family of the General Administration came to check it, I can't find out."

“…!”

Everyone was talking, and Ma Lao Er nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, just be sure, it's getting late today, so go back to rest. I should go to work normally tomorrow, and I will still work normally."

"Okay, then you can rest early too!"

"Okay, then I'll leave first, webmaster!"

“…!”

Everyone stood up and said goodbye.

After everyone left, Ma Laoer walked to the window with a serious expression and called Wu Di: "Hey?"

"You couldn't get through the phone just now, what's wrong? The people from the Secret Investigation Office went to your place?" Wu Di asked.

"Well, I'm here to put pressure on the station." Ma Lao Er paused and said, "Where are you?"

"I'm here in Ye Lin, Fengbei."

"Forget it, I won't sleep anymore, go find you." Ma Lao Er looked down at his watch: "I'll be there in about four hours."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Wu Di nodded.

...

It was around 5:30 in the morning.

Ma Laoer arrived in Fengbei by helicopter. Baojun was afraid that the situation was sensitive at this moment and he would have an accident, so he called more than 20 people to protect him, and secretly arranged for followers.

In Fengbei City, at the entrance of Maoye Apartment, Ma Laoer got off the car in his military uniform, turned his head and said, "Just go up with me, everyone else can wait for a while."

"Okay, webmaster!" The person in the car nodded.

Five minutes later.

Ye Lin pushed open the door and let her body open and said, "The time is just right. You are here, breakfast is good, come in quickly."

Ma Laoer entered the house, took off his military coat, and leaked out the iconic Zhongshan suit of the Military Supervision Bureau. He looked very energetic and walked into the kitchen.

Wu Di was wearing pajamas and sitting at the dining table, smiling and waved his hands: "Come on, try the cake made by my wife."

Ma Lao Er smiled and replied with a silly voice: "You can let Mr. Ye cook and make cakes. It seems that you have done your homework well in the evening. This is... to nourish your body, right?"

"Get out of here." Wu Di laughed and scolded.

In the past two years, Wu Di has been "mature" inexplicably, and has less freedom and energy, more calmness and vicissitudes. In short, he looks more like a middle-aged man than the rich and elegant brother he had just met Qin Yu.

Wu Di's external and inner changes mainly come from the pressure at home. The premature unification of the eight districts made Commander He, the General Political Department of the Military Department, feel uneasy. When he made a new choice, he gave up the weaker World War II Zone, but chose to join forces with the Shen Group, the Sha Group, and many powerful forces of the Party and government. In this way, Director Wu, who was close to the Second World War II Zone, seemed in a very difficult situation.

More than two years ago, the General Political Department of the Military Affairs Department secretly established the Military Investigation Bureau, and the first director was Zhang Jiang.

There is already a military supervision bureau, why is it still building a military intelligence unit? The meaning of this political layout is very obvious, but now... this obvious intention has been shown to the public. Zhang Jiang has been practicing for two years and was transferred to the Military Supervision Bureau as the deputy director and commanding the secret investigation office. This move is obviously for the Wu family.

In the restaurant, Ye Lin took some buns and rice porridge, packed them in plastic-sealed cups, and said softly to Ma Lao Er: "You guys don't have breakfast, right? I'll go down and give them some!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!" Ma Laoer replied with a smile.

"It's not Mr. Ye anymore. Now I can be considered a errand runner-up around Brother Di." Ye Lin replied teasingly.

After saying that, Ye Lin put on her clothes and walked downstairs with Baojun with her food.

"well."

When Wu Di saw Ye Lin leave, he sighed and said to Ma Laoer with a serious expression: "To put it simply, Zhang Jiang has been suppressed by my father since he joined the officialdom. He used to want to compete for the Fengbei Station of the Military Supervision Bureau, but he was unsuccessful. Later, he was transferred to the headquarters. Yang Cheng was even more troublesome. His father used to be the deputy director of the Military Supervision Bureau. Later, due to his position, his father took it down and was directly dismissed from full-time. Finally, he died of depression. Therefore, these two people not only had a very firm political stance, but also had old hatred with us. Lao He transferred them to them and handed them the butcher knife."

Ma Lao Er nodded slowly.

"You Songjiang Station has a lot of things to do, including business, ground, and intelligence." Wu Di said softly: "I feel that they will use your place as a breakthrough, so you must be careful."

"I know this." Ma Lao Er nodded: "As soon as Yang Cheng left today, I felt it."

"...After the game between the Military Supervision Bureau begins, the warlords in the Ninth District will soon have some friction." Wu Di added again: "The decisive battle is about to begin. In this battle, either we will be wiped out or... Lao He will be dismissed, and after the Ninth District, he will follow the example of District 7, and divide the river and do their own things."

Ma Laoer looked at Wu Di, who had a haggard face: "Are you sure?"

"God knows." Wu Di glanced out the window: "There are six or seven warlord forces who can speak in the ninth district, and the cards are unclear. They may have connections. The complexity is far beyond the comparison of the other two districts! What will happen in the future... no one can see it."

...

On the plane.

Jiang Xue ate the crude hamburger and yawned, "I'll take a moment after eating, and call me when I arrive at Sichuan Mansion!"

"Director Jiang, what are we doing in Sichuan Mansion this time?"
Chapter completed!