Lao Li held the fishing rod and whispered: "Let them dry for three days. After three days, the municipal government will hold a reception dinner and invite Han Xian and others to come over and have a party."
"Will he come?" Su Tianyu asked.
Lao Li turned back to look at his beloved disciple: "You are stupid, if I go, can he not come?"
"Haha, aren't you sick?" Su Tianyu asked with a smile.
"Can't I get better again?" Lao Li put down his fishing rod and stood up slowly, sighing and saying: "Politics! Politics means getting sick when you should be sick, and recovering when you should recover. Everything is not based on the body and will."
…
Three days later, Longkou District, Longcheng City.
A guard company commander from the garrison headquarters was sitting in his car eating a working meal from the battalion headquarters.
Across the street, more than 20 soldiers from the violent terrorist squad were patrolling the street with loaded guns and ammunition. They were less than a hundred meters away from the garrison's patrol convoy.
It was a hot day, and a squad leader of the terrorist squad walked across the street and asked the company commander familiarly in the car: "Are the positions assigned in the afternoon according to the old rules?"
"Yes, long live friendship, let's mix it up with patrolling!" the company commander responded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll arrange some people later." The squad leader of the violent terrorist team glanced inside the car and saw that the other party was eating large-scale meals, so he immediately asked: "The security unit of the headquarters is eating
This?"
"I didn't eat this before, but this time I got fucked up by you. The superiors are getting stricter and stricter, so I have to deal with them alive." The company commander replied softly.
"We didn't do this to you, so you can't talk nonsense." The leader of the terrorist team asked casually: "Okay, the night is over, how about a drink together? I'm treating you!"
"Okay, I happen to have a day off today, let's have some drinks together!"
"Okay, I'll see you tonight."
After saying that, the team leader turned around and walked back.
These three days were the three days when the Longcheng Government Office and the Military Office were most united. In various patrol areas, people from the military and police departments could often be seen sitting together bragging, drinking drinks, and chatting.
This grand occasion made the people of Longcheng a little confused for a while. They were a little confused. Why were the two groups who were like enemies some time ago, so harmonious today?
In fact, regardless of the will of the higher-ups, the soldiers and terrorist team members below are all ordinary people running around for three meals a day. How can they have any deep hatred? They are just following orders.
…
Dragon City, inside the reception center of the municipal building.
"Snapped!"
Han Xian threw several photos of garrison soldiers and terrorist team members patrolling together on the table, frowned and said, "It's just a little trick! I pinched myself so hard some time ago that I'm only wearing a pair of pants this time?! Who believes it?"
Next to him, a man who was also at the deputy ministry level interjected: "Old Han, don't underestimate this inspection conducted by the garrison and the municipal government. To a certain extent, Tan Hengqiang and Lao Li are in the same situation.
, and they do have the possibility of rebellion.”
"I borrowed 800 courage from Liming Sheng, but he wouldn't dare to rebel now!" Han Xian waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk anymore. Let's talk about the reply from the municipal government."
"I don't have any reply. I just have to attend the reception banquet tonight, and Lao Li will also be there."
"Listen to me, don't spoil him tonight." Han Xian said bluntly: "Issues of principle are not negotiable. Lao Li is about to break free now. We must give him a beating."
"Yeah!" The deputy minister nodded.
…
Within the Washington DC area.
Tan Hengqiang and An Zecheng have been at the reception center for nearly four days, but no one has talked to them or asked them to give a work report.
This kind of silent cold violence is the most tortured, because even the gods cannot guess what the content of the above meeting is, let alone how many people are targeting the garrison and the 55th Army.
"Boom!"
There was a knock on the door, and Tan Hengqiang stood up and opened the door. He saw Lao An appearing in front of him carrying two bottles of liquor and a little braised pork.
"Oh, you are doing well, you are better than me, how can you still get some wine?" Tan Hengqiang said mockingly to himself.
An Zecheng stepped into the room and replied softly: "I still have many comrades here in Washington. They also work in the regional council. If I can't send anything else in, it's no problem to get two bottles of wine."
"Oh, I suddenly felt free, and I felt a little uncomfortable for a while." Tan Hengqiang took the initiative to move a broken chair and placed it next to Lao An.
The two sat down, opened the braised food, and unscrewed the bottle of liquor.
In fact, in the past few days, Tan Hengqiang and Anzecheng have lost the right to communicate with the outside world. Although the district council did not confiscate their mobile phones openly, they installed a signal blocking system in the entire building. This
This saved enough face for the two generals.
Tan Hengqiang took off his spotless military uniform, reached for the wine bottle, and offered to pour wine for Lao An.
"Come on, I'll do it myself!" Lao An said politely.
"Haha, we've already gotten into this, so let's stop being hypocritical. You are not the army commander, and I am not the commander. Just be casual." Tan Hengqiang poured Lao An a full bottle of white wine and asked softly: "You
Tell me, how many people are downstairs now who want to kill you and me?"
An Zecheng tore off a piece of chicken leg and looked at Tan Hengqiang with bright eyes: "False and real, real and fake, there are too many tricks. Let me tell you, you and I are really going against the grain, so what can we do?
?”
When Tan Hengqiang heard this, the action of pouring himself a drink stopped instantly, and he looked at Lao An in surprise, as if he did not expect that the other party would say such a thing.
"Haha, how is it?" Lao An asked.
Tan Hengqiang pointed to his bedside table: "Old An, don't say this nonsense. We have monitoring equipment in the house."
"Ah, there is equipment, so let's not talk about it." Lao An replied lightly, raising his glass: "Here, let's go!"
Tan Hengqiang pointed at Lao An: "You, you! Let's say you have courage, but sometimes you act too honest. But let's say you don't have courage. At critical moments... you are more domineering than me, and you can't say anything.
Dare to speak out."
"Haha." Lao An smiled and did not argue with him.
In the listening room of the reception house, a military intelligence officer recorded Lao An's words in detail and marked the key points with a red signal pen.
…
Dragon City garrison.
Tan Mingchao was under great psychological pressure because he had not contacted his father for three or four days.
Tan Mingchao couldn't guess what the situation was like in District 1, so he panicked.
In the office, a chief of staff looked at Tan Mingchao and said: "This is not the way to go, otherwise we can make some noise and force the regional council to compromise!"
At 7:30 in the evening, the reception dinner started. After Han Xian and others arrived, Lao Li arrived late.?