On the road to Fengbei, Niu Gang drove the car and hummed a small song, and was in a very happy mood.

He was on vacation for two days and made an appointment to have a date in the evening. He was going to relax first and then go home to see his wife and children.

The car was speeding, Niu Gang held the steering wheel with his left hand and was about to take out his phone with his right hand when suddenly a very dazzling light appeared in front of the road.

Niu Gang instinctively slowed down, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, lowered the window, and cursed at the slow-moving vehicle on the sidewalk: "You are starting a concert, the headlights are so bright?!"

"Bang, bang..."

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

Niu Gang took a look at the other person's dress and immediately reached out and wanted to pull out his gun.

"Well!"

A off-road vehicle came up from behind, and four more people jumped out of the car, all holding spears.

Niu Gang was stunned.

A middle-aged man walked to the side of the vehicle, smashed the door with a hammer and waved his hand at Niu Gang: "Get out!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Niu Gang asked in a very stern tone.

"For special departments, please find out if you have something to do."

"My TM is..." Niu Gang was going 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 outside for several days, and we have a bad temper."

"Crazy!"

Everyone surrounded and pointed the gun at Niu Gang's head.

Two minutes later, Jiang Xue received a call: "Have you taken it down?"

"Well, let's take him back right away."

"Okay, hurry up!" Jiang Xue nodded.

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

Niu Gang looked at him without saying a word.

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

Niu Gang clenched his fists and knew in his heart that the other party was most likely to have arrested him because of the shooting case in District 8.

...

At night, around 10:20.

Xiang Zehao's Self-Defense Army outside Changji, and Liu Weiren's troops in the Second World War Zone suddenly moved all the front-line troops 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 home and told Mr. Feng solemnly about this matter.

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

"I've fought. One told me that it was to adjust the defense normally and he wanted to go back to the rear to replenish supplies; the other told me that there was something wrong with Changji's direction, so he retreated to see the other party's reaction." Feng Ji frowned and said, "In short, the reason is far-fetched, but it is reasonable."

Feng Chengzhang slowly stood up, walked around the house with a crutch and replied: "They think they have taken less, so someone will look for you."

"Di Lingling!"

Just then, Feng Ji's cell phone rang, and he looked down at the caller ID: "It's Meng Xi's."

"You answer, see what he says."

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

"Are you free? General Feng, let's talk?" 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 that, Meng Xi hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" Feng Chengzhang asked.

"He wants to talk to me."

"Go." Feng Chengzhang waved his hand: "You can grasp the scale yourself."

"Okay!" Feng Ji stood up.

...

At around 1 a.m., Feng Ji and his guards rushed to the Sichuan Provincial Military Office.

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

"Of course." Feng Ji nodded.

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

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

"Oh, the military expenditure problem." Meng Xi said with a puzzled look: "First of all, on the Self-Defense Army, after Xiang Zehao rebeled from the party and government faction, the source of military expenditure was cut off, and the group enterprises he controlled were all rooted in Fengbei. Once Xiang Zehao left, it was difficult for them to ensure their own safety, let alone take out the money. And Wu Tianyin's side, he could agree to cooperate with Xiang Zehao because our Commander Qin secretly promised that Xiang could give him 500 million in military expenditure, but... the money must be ruined now, so Lao Wu was not satisfied and said that we did not fulfill our promise."

Feng Ji frowned.

"You are a little clearer about the situation in our Sichuan Mansion." Meng Xi continued: "Fighting the Salt Island and supporting the old triangle, these two tough battles have almost made the financial department free. Now our troops have to rely on the eighth district to help, so... we cannot afford to pay for the current situation, and all the forces are divided."

"Then what you mean is…?"

"I want to ask you, our Feng Group, can we help solve the military expenditure problem?" Meng Xi said bluntly.

Feng Ji lit a cigarette and asked expressionlessly: "How many solutions can you solve?"

"1.5 billion a year, I have to give half of it first." Meng Xi replied firmly.

"Haha!" Feng Ji laughed at this: "How much is the military budget of the War Zone of the Sand System? 1.5 billion yuan a year. Brother Meng Xi, do you think of our Feng family as printing money?"

Meng Xi intervened and looked at him, and said without dodging: "The old saying is right. Before the troops move, food and grass will come first. If there is no money in this pocket, there is no way to gather troops! Our Allied Army is now looking at a harmonious group outside, but in fact, you know more about the situation than anyone else. Once the money is not available, it is only a matter of time before the breakup."

Feng Ji was silent.

"Wu Tianyin, Xiang Zehao, including the Second World War Zone, has no stable economic income now." Meng Xi continued: "This military pay cannot be paid. What if the troops mutiny?"

"Five 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, and put them on the table in a regular manner and said, "This is the expenses of each army that I have calculated. The minimum annual budget is 1.4 billion yuan! Haha, I really don't care about how much you want. You can check this bill yourself."

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

"General Feng, I will say one thing: If the money is not in place, the Allied Army may disband at any time." Meng Xi interrupted the other party simply and continued in a low voice: "Also, since our Allied Army has started peace negotiations with the other party, I hope to add one to let the party and government return the self-defense army detained in Fengbei as soon as possible. This is the troops brought up by Xiang Zehao. When they are back, they are also invisibly enhancing our military strength!"

Feng Ji looked at Meng Xi with a torch, and the latter stared at him without fear.

...

An hour later, Feng Ji left the office.

Qin Yu called Meng Xi directly: "How did you talk about it?"

"It's 1.5 billion a year, not a single point less." Meng Xi replied.

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

"Teacher Commander, Chen Wanzhou gave up Songjiang not because of how capable the Feng faction is, but because he is afraid of the power of our Allied Army. Feng Chengzhang took advantage of our power to completely take Songjiang. Then I care that he would have more than 1.5 billion a year?" Meng Xi said with his eyes wide open: "They are caught by the military and political affairs. How much does the Feng faction have to take just tax money in a year? This time, we are just to give him a clear idea. We are not that easy to fool. If Feng Chengzhang wants to borrow our power, he has to give money. He has to give a lot of money!"

Qin Yu thought for a while: "Have you told him about letting the party and government release the self-defense army?"

"I said it." Meng Xi nodded.

When Qin Yu heard this, he was even more sure that he had used Meng Xi right, so he immediately replied: "Okay, I will give you the right issue on Songjiang. Just remember that our Sichuan Mansion can take less, or even not, but we must settle our allies."

"I understand." Meng Xi nodded.

...

One day later.

In Yanbei, District 8, Niu Gang sat on an iron chair with blood on his face, and was extremely listless.

"Can you tell me?" Jiang Xue asked, pulling his hair.
Chapter completed!