Before Lao Xu went to Fengbei, he specially asked the driver to go to the city to pick up the mistress to the frozen Songjiang River.

The cold wind was howling by the river. Old Xu, who was nearly 60 years old, was wearing an old wool coat and walked slowly on the stone steps with his hands on his back, looking into the distance.

The car slowly stopped. The third young master pushed the door and walked down. He looked up and saw his father, with uneasiness and guilt in his eyes.

All the resources that the third young master had were given by Lao Xu behind his back. And his various actions outside did not mean that he was himself, but his father.

The collapse of the project at the new airport and the exposure of the scandal did not only affect the people on the surface. If the third young master loses, in a sense, it is Lao Xu who loses.

On the other hand, Wu Di was lucky enough to win this matter, it was not his personal energy, but that there were also big bosses behind him. Otherwise, the city would not have reacted so quickly, and the judicial institutions would not have arrested people for interrogation with such a firm attitude.

Therefore, the third young master was very nervous and guilty. He felt that it was his mistake that made his father so passive.

By the riverside, Old Xu waved his hand to the third young master and signaled him to come over.

The third young master stepped to his father, with a depressed expression and a dull look, and he didn't even dare to look up.

Old Xu held the railing with both hands and asked softly: "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"…!" The third young master was silent.

"well!"

Old Xu sighed, turned his head to look at the frosty and snowy river surface, and whispered: "Your friend, your partner, trust you so much and support you, but now something happened to you and hide, what should you do if you ask them to do?"

The third young master pondered for a while and replied, "I won't hide, but I just didn't think about what to do."

"What's the name of the boy who was following Wu Di during this period?!" Old Xu took out the cigarette box and recalled carefully: "Call... call Qin..."

"Qin Yu!"

"Oh, yes, Qin Yu." Old Xu sniffed, lowered his head and lit a cigarette and said, "This kid is Lao Li's disciple, I know him."

"What's wrong with him?"

"I was thinking that some time ago, this kid had no backer and no funds, and the supplier might be pried away at any time. If he couldn't walk well, he would never get rid of it, but he still didn't agree to the conditions you gave." Old Xu smoked and looked at the third young master with a smile and asked, "...How did he survive that time?"

The third young master was stunned when he heard this.

"You have received higher education and are born in Songjiang as a famous family. Why don't you even have the psychological quality of a child who is waiting for the planning area?" Lao Xu asked softly.

The third young master was silent.

"Has it been too smooth before?" Old Xu asked.

"Dad, I... I'm just a handful of good cards in my hand that I've ruined. I... I don't know how to face you, nor do I know how to face my friends." The third young master didn't make any arguments, but was in a very depressed mood.

"The Supreme Chief Executive of District 8 has only taken the lead in three ups and downs; Han Sanqian from Kaiyuan was so embarrassed when he left, and almost lost his life. But after these few years, he is stronger than before." Old Xu sucked a cigarette and sighed: "Life is a battlefield. Some people are for food, rice, oil and salt, some are for wealth and honor, and some are for ideals and ambitions... But have you seen anyone who is the ever-winning general?!"

The third young master pursed his lips when he heard the sound.

"Son, you have to admit your loss, but you can't afford to lose." Old Xu leaned against the railing: "Even if you are going to prison tomorrow and sentenced to death, you have to do what you are doing today and not let it go. Those who have always trusted you. Have you ever thought about how many people will be disappointed when your phone is turned off?"

The third young master did not expect that his father had no complaints about him, but instead he was more patient than before.

"Things are not that bad. The worst and worst result is nothing more than getting to my level. I will stand up and give the public an explanation." Old Xu reached out and patted the third young master's arm: "I am sixty and I will be at most two more times, but you are different. You have not finished half of your life, do you understand?"

The third young master looked at his gray-haired father with red eyes, gritted his teeth and nodded: "I understand, dad!"

"Look at the form clearly. If we lose this game, we have to withstand the fight." Old Xu said softly: "It should be done after it, it should be handled. When you make up your mind to meet the worst result in the best state, you may find that many things are not as bad as you think."

"Yes." The third young master nodded heavily.

"I'll go to Fengbei and I'll leave it to you." Old Xu threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it, and walked towards the car with his hands behind his back.

The third young master looked back at his father, clenched his fists and his eyes were red, but the uneasy and anxious heart stabilized again.

...

The next day, noon.

After Qin Yu had a meal, he said to Keke in a simple manner: "I have a friend named Zhang Liang. He has a large idle factory in Pingdao District. In the afternoon, I asked him to call you and you can go over and take a look."

"I'm not a navigation, how can I go over and take a look?" Keke rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'll ask Uncle Liu Zi to take you there."

"Who are you with?"

"Why are you taking a gun?"

"I'm here with Da Yi's mother, I'm in a very unhappy mood."

"Then stop the bleeding, you are so fierce with me." Qin Yu replied with a smile: "Just like this, hurry up and go to see the factory. If it is appropriate, use it as the address of the new factory. Wu Di is urging this matter."

"Okay, I understand." Coco nodded.

"Bye-Bye."

Qin Yu hurriedly left the yard, got in the car and rushed to the Superintendent.

...

Black Street Superintendent.

Qin Yu walked in the corridor, staring at the two doctors leaving in surprise, and immediately asked the old cat: "Why is the doctor here?"

"Wen Yong was just routinely questioned by the police supervisor. As soon as the other party left, he fainted." The old cat replied in a low voice: "Isn't he one of them in the villa? I guess he was scared."

"...Haha, Lao Wen is also very miserable, who is unlucky with whom?" Qin Yu replied with a smile.

"If Old Xu falls, Wen Yonggang will be in trouble in the future." Old Mao sighed and said, "I feel a little pity for him now."

In the office of the deputy director.

Wen Yonggang was lying on the rest bed, applying a hot towel on his forehead and dripping it with his left hand. His face looked salmony and salmony.

"The Bureau of Literature, the Bureau of Literature... Do you think this case can be handled like this?" The captain of Team 6 sat next to him and was reporting on his work.

Wen Yonggang's eyes were straight, not sure what he was thinking.

"Wenwen Bureau, have you listened to me?"

"Fuck, I thought about it all night but couldn't figure it out... Old Wang had to go up to the window to fuck those two Jinbs!" Wen Yonggang shook his head and cursed separately.

...

A team of office areas.

Qin Yu sat on the chair, turned his head and asked at the old cat, "Did Xiaoxing vomit?"
Chapter completed!