In the empty parliament hall, Pu Xingbang sat alone on a chair, with only his father's body and the cold coffin accompanying him.
Since the coffin was transported here this morning, Pu Xingbang has not let anyone except his own team enter this hall, and he himself has not walked out.
Imperial power is lonely, so lonely that even close relatives cannot get close to it.
…
Inside the garrison headquarters.
Pu Xingguo looked at the dozen or so officers in the room with some humiliation: "Can't I just call him?"
"Mr. Governor cannot answer your call at the moment." The colonel officer replied: "But you can call others."
Pu Xingguo clenched his fists and replied after a long silence: "I need a separate space."
"You can go back to the lounge, but you can't leave the office." The other party replied expressionlessly.
Pu Xingguo stared at the people in front of him, felt very aggrieved, picked up his cell phone, turned around and walked into the lounge.
Who should I call? My mother? Is it useful?
To his subordinates? Order the garrison to assemble and start the civil war from now on?
Can you win?
After his father Pu Yuan became seriously ill, most of the government affairs of Lao Sanjiang were handled by Pu Xingbang. He may have thought of a hundred countermeasures to contain himself and eliminate himself. Or maybe... he was just waiting.
Do it yourself.
The dignified commander of the garrison was forced to do nothing at this moment.
If he wants to sue for peace, the other party won't talk to him at all; if he wants to resist, he has no chance of winning.
Pu Xingguo sat on the bed, holding the phone and thinking for a long time, and finally thought of a person. He thought about it for a long time, plucked up the courage, and dialed the other person's number.
…
Yanbei, Hua District, in the courtyard of a villa on the north side of the District Administrative Park.
An old lady over sixty years old was standing next to the second-floor window of her home, staring toward the southwest.
Her name is Pu Ya, she is the legitimate daughter of Governor Pu Yuan who married away to China. She has lived here for nearly thirty years. Now that her father has passed away, her eldest brother is not allowed to go back to express condolences.
In a quiet room, an ugly-looking old man sat on the sofa and persuaded softly: "It might not be a bad thing if you don't go back now."
Pu Ya turned around and was about to reply when she heard her cell phone ringing.
The ugly old man was startled for a moment: "Oh, I can't stop here, even if I didn't say anything."
Pu Ya didn't respond, walked to the table, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button calmly.
The call was connected, but no sound came from the receiver.
Pu Ya was silent for a while, then took the initiative to ask in her native dialect: "What's the matter? Little brother?"
"Sister, he is here for me!" Pu Xingguo's voice rang on the phone: "I...I really have no choice but to call you."
"What do you want me to do for you?"
"He took everything he wanted. Now I just want to go back and see my father." Pu Xingguo returned.
"Can I believe what you say?" Pu Ya asked.
"Sister!! I never thought about fighting for anything!" Pu Xingguo clenched his fists and replied: "He wants me to step down. You can say it clearly. Why do you have to make it like this!"
"Okay, I'll make this call for you." Pu Ya did not refuse this half-brother, but replied very decisively.
"Trouble, sister!"
"that's all!"
The two ended the call. Pu Ya held the phone and frowned.
On the sofa, the old man stood up tremblingly, looked at Pu Ya with his hands behind his back and said, "Hit me for talking too much! You are no longer in your hometown, and you don't understand many things."
Pu Ya looked at her man with red eyes: "I have to do this!"
"We have also gone through this stage. I remember my second uncle... well, I won't go into details." The old man waved his hand, walked into the house and said, "Your father had eight wives and more than twenty children...
This is more complicated than the situation we had here at the beginning. The various branches of the family have too much power. When the old man was here, everyone was his heir, but when the old man is gone, how do you ask Xingbang to deal with these relationships? Who is with whom among the princes?
It’s difficult to judge who has a good relationship, who is wearing the same pants with whom, and who is fighting for whom’s interests.”
“Isn’t it enough to hand over power?”
"It's not that simple. The state funeral lasts only three days. The time period and the tasks are heavy. Only by setting an example can we release our military power over a cup of wine." The old man replied softly: "...It's difficult! From an objective point of view, it's better to be on horseback than to be on horseback.
I, I don’t have that courage, so my dad is right, I am not suitable to be a leader.”
"No, it's up to him how he decides. I still have to make this call." Pu Ya thought for a long time and finally decided to call Pu Xingbang.
The old man didn't try to persuade him, but walked towards the kitchen: "I'll get you something to eat."
Pu Ya called the phone three times, but Pu Xingbang didn't answer.
She stood at the window, thought for a long time, and sent another text message to the other party: "Leave some room, after all, blood is thicker than water!"
…
Hanoi, inside the Supreme Council Hall.
Pu Xingbang sat on a chair and looked at his sister's text message. He only paused for a moment and put the phone aside.
Outside the door, a guard brigade commander walked in. After saluting, he came to Pu Xingbang and said, "More than a dozen generals have come from the First and Second World War zones and are waiting for you to receive them outside."
"No!" Pu Xingbang waved his hand.
"What they mean is that if you don't see them, they will keep standing."
"Let them stand!" Pu Xingbang stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to touch his father's coffin, and walked toward the back room alone.
Outside the parliament building, Pu Xingbang's three brothers, one sister, and more than a dozen generals were all standing on the steps, neither shouting nor making a fuss, but not preparing to leave.
Yanbei.
Pu Ya called Pu Xingguo back and said after a long silence: "I called, but he didn't answer. He sent a text message, but he didn't reply."
"Hahaha!" Pu Xingguo grinned: "Okay, I know what he wants to do!! I know...!"
…
Hanoi port.
Three Coast Guard patrol boats docked at the roadside, and four to five hundred soldiers wearing China-region standard military uniforms quickly disembarked and assembled.
"Let me tell you the requirements! No conflicts with local armed forces are allowed. No heavy weapons are allowed. No one must wear armbands and obey orders! Protect our company legally!" A regimental leader shouted to everyone.
, immediately waved his hand and urged: "Pedal!"
Inside the main building of Dongsheng Express.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Several explosions resounded, and Jiangzhou in the basement felt like the ceiling above his head was shaking violently!
"He... they seem to have come in." The security personnel outside the door came in and shouted: "We will protect you and leave first!"
"Those bastards!" Jiangzhou's handsome face showed a rare expression of extreme anger: "Ask again, where are they?"