Chapter 172: I flourish in the midst of killing (5)
"What is politics?" Lin Ping still remembered her father standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the building.
At that time, Lin Fuhai was still young and Zhongbei was still young.
As one of the leading figures in the North Central region, Lin Fuhai has a particularly majestic appearance.
"Politics is the exchange of resources and just the right compromise."
Lin Ping stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Chengzheng, recalling her father's figure.
The glory of his father's generation was too dazzling, and he was always shrouded in that dazzling splendor.
Invisibly, Lin Ping also likes to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and think, and also likes to listen to reports with a cigarette in her mouth.
But under the brilliance, the real him was beaten back to his original appearance when faced with Lao Bai's undisguised murderous intention.
"compromise…"
Lin Ping muttered these two words.
Lao Bai is not a politician.
He is not here for profit and resources, and he does not know the art of compromise.
Lin Ping knew that the old man really wanted her to die at this moment.
Once fear arises, it will grow indefinitely.
Lin Ping didn't care anymore and called her father directly.
"Father!"
"Um."
"Whitestone is going to kill me!"
Lin Ping may not be mature, but she is definitely not an idiot.
A Whitestone is not enough to break the courage of one's own son.
Lin Fuhai frowned.
"Speak slowly."
"Whitestone has entangled the militia group and plans to attack Cote City. Moreover, Chen Mo is back. It is obvious that he wants to fight to the death!"
"How can you be sure?"
"I just called Whitestone to express my attitude that I will no longer interfere with Hex."
Lin Fuhai nodded.
It doesn't matter if he failed to eat Hex, it is a good thing that Lin Ping can learn to give in from it.
"Then what?"
"Then Baishi still decided to go against the city government, and even Chen Mo..."
"Don't say it's not nutritious, just talk about the root cause."
"..." Lin Ping was silent for two seconds: "A man named Tian Jianyi from Baishi Group has died, and Whitestone wants to fight me desperately."
"Tian Jianyi?" Lin Fuhai recalled the key members of the Baishi Group and found that he had never heard of this person before: "What is his identity?"
"He was originally the captain of the elite team of tG Security, but I don't know what happened next."
"I'm not from Whitestone's core group. Whitestone doesn't have a life-and-death fight with the city government for him. If it doesn't make sense, I'll shed some blood."
"I have already given in to the point of relinquishing my position as city lord, but Whitestone is still aggressive. He wants me dead."
Lin Fuhai was heartbroken.
"Then it's not Tian Jianyi's problem at all. It's just Whitestone who wants to kill you. Let's do this... you will be in the city administration and transfer all the law enforcement officers from the Shangcheng District Law Enforcement Department to the city administration guard. The inspection team targeting Chen Mo has already
On the way. Moreover, after the diplomatic intervention, the Yi Neng Association also sent a platinum commissioner to arrest Chen Mo. These people are enough to hold the Baishi Group to death."
"But the Baishi Group now not only has stragglers, they have a formal establishment, and the Cote militia group may break in at any time."
Lin Fuhai took action.
"Absurd! The Corps does not interfere in local areas! Who dares to set a precedent for the Corps to intervene in local struggles? Are you really not afraid of being criticized at the Corps Federation?"
"I don't know about others, but Whitestone must dare! He can launch missiles towards the city. You can't look at him with normal logical thinking."
This time, Lin Fuhai was silent.
He put himself in Lin Ping's shoes and thought about the pressure he faced. If it were him, he could only avoid the edge temporarily.
But the problem is that Lin Ping does not represent an individual now. He represents the Governor-General's determination to control the internal economy of Central and North China.
Never back down!
Lin Fuhai lit a cigarette.
From Lin Ping's perspective, she probably thought that she had become an abandoned son of the Governor's Mansion. At this time, she must stabilize him and not let him really go to a dead end.
People are selfish. If Lin Ping gives up all the bottom line in order to survive, turns to the Corps to seek peace or does other stupid things, the Governor's Mansion will lose everything.
However, his opponent was not afraid of pressure, let alone fighting. The matter had reached a point where it had to be resolved violently, and the top priority was to weaken the military power in Whitestone's hands.
It is obvious that Donghuang does not intend to sell the account of the Governor's Mansion. The serious condemnation issued by the Governor's Mansion was actually dismissed by the commander of the Donghuang Corps on the pretext of being drunk and unable to handle internal affairs...
It makes me angry just thinking about it.
Lin Fuhai fell into deep thought.
In the vast land of North Central, a small Cote militia group couldn't think of anyone to govern it.
mercenary?
Of course it's impossible. In the face of heavy firepower based on cities, mercenaries are a joke.
Hunter?
Same as mercenaries, even worse than mercenaries.
After much deliberation, it seems that only Yi Nenghui can help at this time.
Lin Fuhai finally spoke.
"Leaving aside the Cote militia, do you have the ability to defeat the White Stone Group with all the armed forces you can use?"
Lin Ping cheered up.
"have!"
"Okay, then you don't have to worry about the militia and concentrate on dealing with the Baishi Group."
Lin Ping seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said yes again and again.
"That's it." Lin Fuhai rubbed his eyebrows: "After this matter has been dealt with, I will go home for a while."
"Understood, father."
…
Lin Fuhai thought over and over again and secretly informed Shi Zhongxing of the matter.
Shi Zhongxing said that the junior's affairs will be left to the junior to resolve by himself. The Corps is already very dissatisfied with the fact that Jialan Mining can be allowed to enter the Cote City Corps. It is best not to step into the minefield of the Corps without sufficient exchange of resources. biqμgètνt
Lin Fuhai agreed immediately and immediately called the North Central Council of the former Yi Energy Association as soon as he returned to the office.
After the Jiangyin Rebellion, the Zhongbei Council of the Yi Neng Association was purged out of Zhongbei by Xu Rushu.
Although Xu Rushi is dead, the Corps has inherited Xu Rushi's attitude towards the Yi Neng Association. Even if the Corps does not interfere with local policies, it still resists the Yi Neng Association's entry into the central and northern regions.
The North Central Council had long since moved to the tundra area and is now in decline.
However, precisely because it is not located in Zhongbei and has almost nothing to deal with, Zhongbei Council has become a good place to retire.
It’s so pleasant to get up early, drink tea, watch the check-in and get dark, drink some wine and play billiards after get off work.
The conference department of the North Central Council has been reduced from thousands of people to dozens of people.
The person in charge of the core business is even more...
The upper floors have been idle for a long time.
The once eloquent high-level telephone specialist has been replaced by the sister-in-law of a certain official.
The woman sitting at the high-rise reception desk, with light makeup and colorful makeup, looks more like attending a social event than going to work.
At the moment, she is sitting on a chair taking a selfie, uploading it to her own scumbag, waiting for the dog-licking army to arrive.
Unexpectedly, it was not the mobile phone that rang first, but the landline.
The operator looked at the call and his expression changed instantly.
The area code is clearly marked with the North Central Governor's Palace.
I was so flustered by the call that I quickly picked up the call.
"Hello, this is the North Central Council of the Yi Energy Association. My job number is..."
