Lu, in the private villa of Dalizi.

In District 7, people from the Zhou military intelligence department, people from the external liaison department of the General Command, as well as some officers from the naval unit, all sat on the left side of the living room, while Dalizi and others sat on the sofa on the right half.

"Haha, don't just talk, you can see if you have any parts that you want to modify in the conditions we have issued." The military intelligence department looked at Dalizi and said with a smile.

Dalizi picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said in a plain manner: "There is nothing to say about this matter. You District 7 Zhou Group has also raised us for a long time. I have to pay money and guns. I have a clear idea of ​​these accounts. If we get food and salary, we have to do things as agreed before and we cannot break our promises, so I have no other opinion on these conditions. If you say you want to be officially included in the organization, then start and we will cooperate."

The negotiators in District 7 unconsciously praised Darizi's character when they heard his words.

"Speak and do it, be particular!"

"Haha, I'll be happy to do things with you!"

“…!”

The praises followed one after another. Dalizi smiled and touched his head, and said softly: "The inclusion is included in the inclusion, but there are three principles that we cannot break! First, our people and the troops must be independent. Second, our existing scope of activities cannot be reduced. Once we are included in the organization, I will not go anywhere, and I will stay in Lu. Third, the government departments must also be independent, and our people will manage the people themselves. This condition is also for your own good, because the people in this area are used to being wild and not so easy to manage. Other troops suddenly come over, and the people may not be able to adapt. Of course, if there is a war, our people will definitely not drag their backs. When they say where to fight, the troops will definitely execute orders."

"There is no problem with this." The person from the 7th District Command immediately stated: "If you negotiate well, you will not change. You will be happy and we will not be too slow."

"That's fine." Dalizi nodded.

"If there is no problem, we will sign the terms in the next few days. In the future, our officers below will also enter Lu to help you complete the military establishment."

"Okay, OK."

"Okay, that's what it is today."

The conversation between the two sides was very pleasant, and Dalizi did not too picky or demand the conditions proposed by the Zhou Dynasty in District 7. The seventh district was also in moderation, giving Dalizi and their high degree of freedom.

In fact, before Brother Xiao did that with Dalizi last time, their team had already negotiated cooperation with District 7. Otherwise, Dalizi would not dare to "break through" with the Sichuan Mansion from the standpoint of local forces, because there were people behind him, so he was tough in doing things.

But the current internal environment of the three major regions is no longer the same. Sichuan Prefecture, District 8 and District 9 have achieved an absolute military alliance, and there is also a powerful Chen faction within District 7, so for local armed forces, they have many options. The Zhou faction does not have any advantage in recruiting local forces, and many people are even more resistant to them.

Therefore, when Dalizi decided to surrender to the Zhou clan, there were actually many oppositions within. One person believes that going to the Ninth District or Sichuan Prefecture is better because the overall strength is stronger now. Of course, some people are willing to go to the Zhou clan because they have money here and the treatment is good. To put it bluntly, the Zhou clan will not work in the future, and soldiers and grassroots officers will not have any impact. At most, whoever is awesome will be listened to.

However, these voices almost completely suppressed Dalizi. He was in his prime and had a very high prestige in Shandong, even more dominant than Qin Yu when he first entered Sichuan. Because he was a native native, he had three generations of local celebrities and had more than a dozen cousins, so he was the only one in his team.

The reason why Dalizi did not choose other factions is very simple. He is very particular about his work and adheres to the principle that I cannot cheat you if I take the money from your Zhou faction, so he simply agreed to the inclusion.

...

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

In Jiangzhou, three cars were parked at the back door in a private club. Before Zhan could unbutton his seat belt, a young man in a black suit had already opened the door for him. He stood upright under the car and made a gesture of asking for help.

Old Zhan was stunned for a moment and bent down to get out of the car.

The six young men immediately spread out along the street, pressed their right hand against their waists, and their eyes swept sharply around.

After the leader in front protected Fu Zhen and others into the club, he directly reported Chen Jun's name to the other party and took a special elevator upstairs. The show was extraordinary.

Lao Zhan and the other three were all from the Navy's Special Operations Department, and they had seen the world. When they saw the ten people following Fu Zhen, they were all over 1.80 meters tall, young, strong, with bright eyes. The most important thing was the small leather shoes and the small suits were all very delicately worn. When they stood there, they had a bit of the style of the Matrix.

These people are indeed not like security personnel from small departments. The most fucking thing is the guards around the generals.

Everyone came to the guest room, and Lao Zhan was the first to speak: "Okay, Fu Zhen, look at you like this, you are really doing well in Sichuan Mansion now!"

"Oh, what's good, it's pretty average." Fu Zhen sat on the sofa, unconsciously threw out the world-renowned pilot watch, and said indifferently: "I'm so tired. It's completely incomparable to me when I was in Luhuai. The work intensity in Sichuan Mansion is very high. I also flew to the EU area last month."

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

"Haha, this cannot be said." Fu Zhen grinned.

"Ah!" Old Zhan nodded with a serious expression: "You are in charge of this stall now, how many people are there underneath?"

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

"Damn, so many?" A young man named Xiaoliu said in disbelief: "Then you are not even more awesome than Ma Lao Er! His department is about the same number as you, right?"

Fu Zhen had no explanation at all, and just said lightly: "He and us are two systems. When we have nothing to do, we just drink together, but we don't talk about business."

Old Zhan was a little curious: "You just went there and you could manage a team of more than 2,000 people, and what's the point of scheming so many people?"

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

"Fuck, have you forgotten whose son Xiao Fu is?" Xiao Liu had already figured out countless details of Fu Zhen's development in Sichuan Mansion and said in a low tone: "He is the prince of General Fu's family, so how can he not be entrusted with important tasks?"

"Haha." Fu Zhen smiled reservedly. His skill in pretending to be B was at least at the stage of experiencing the tribulation. He knew very well that he should not pretend to be a forceful play, and it should be half true and false, false. Sometimes the less you say, the more it looks like that.

Lao Zhan rubbed his palms: "Xiao Fu, I'll tell you the truth..."

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a young man walked in quickly with his phone, covered the microphone with his left hand, bent down to rush to Fu Zhen and said, "Director, the commander-in-chief called and said that in three days, you will fly to District 8, and there will be..."

Fu Zhen immediately stood up when he heard the sound, turned his head and said to the three of them, "I'll take a call from Commander Qin."

Old 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 celebrity in the Sichuan Mansion now. I think... he has developed quite well here. If not, we will vote for him..."

Old 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 can he let us take care of, let's reply again!"

"We are all brothers in the same class. Can he treat us badly?" Another person said with a smile: "I think, A Zhen must be the star of the Sichuan Mansion tomorrow, relying on his father's relationship."

In the corridor, Fu Zhen held a phone call that was not answered at all and said to the young man who had just entered the room, "Fuck, you are using your energy too much. Can you just press it down slightly? You will be fucked by the Governor when you come up. I'm so confused. Bragging B is not bragging like that, good brother...!"

"I thought about it and it was hard for them to prove it."

"Press one pressure, press one pressure, steady."

"I understand, brother!"

"Okay, I'll give you a little more time tonight." Fu Zhen patted the other person on the shoulder.

...

Chongdu.

Qin Yu received a call from Gu Yan at home: "...what's wrong, brother?"

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

"Fuck, it's a good thing!"

District 8, in the sanatorium.
Chapter completed!