"Are you in such a hurry to find me?" Feng Yunian asked while eating with chopsticks.
"hmm"
Feng Ji pushed the glass in the past and said softly, "There may be personnel changes in Songjiang recently."
"What changes?" Feng Yunian asked
"The general logistics department of the army decided to promote you as the deputy mayor of Songjiang to the city council" Feng Ji replied lightly.
Feng Yunian leng along while "promoted me to vice mayor? What do you mean, you want my police chief? "
"No" Feng Ji shook his head. "You are the deputy mayor and the director of Songjiang police station, and you may be in charge of politics and law in the future."
Feng Yunian heard him say that, and his heart became more understanding. "What does this mean? I was madly suppressed before, and now I suddenly have such a high intention? "
"I asked my master, but he didn’t talk to me deeply … if you are asked to do it, you should do more and talk less." Feng Ji looked at him and replied.
Feng Yunian frowned. "This period of World War II has been subjected to layer crush. Suddenly, I come. How do I feel that this is not quite right …? ！”
"There must be political meaning," Feng Ji gently woke up, "but when the order comes, you have to go on."
"Does the World War II Regional Command know about this?" Feng Yunian asked
"I didn’t know it before, but it must be clear now." Feng Jihui
……
District 9 World War II Command
Commander Zhou is looking at the scenery outside with his back in the window.
"Commander estimates that Feng Yunian’s promotion news will arrive in Songjiang the next day." The staff next to him said softly, "… in my opinion, this thing is a bit abnormal."
Commander Zhou replied in a low voice, "Don’t look at Feng’s reaction."
"Well" staff nodded.
"alas"
Commander Zhou inexplicably sighed, "I’m too tired to panic. Cancel the meeting."
……
More than six o’clock in the evening
In a small bar in Yanbei District, Qiao Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and stopped Lin Nianlei. "You drink slowly and no one will rob you."
"Don’t worry" Lin Nianlei with the wave.
"Are you really sure that Qin Yu killed Jiujiang instead of working?" Qiao Xiaoxiao asked softly
"She has a lot of factors." Lin Nianlei held her forehead and replied with alcohol on her face. "I have heard a lot of rumors in Chuanfu … but I always don’t believe that Xiao … Xiaoyu can have other ideas … I believe that Thaksin is engraved in the bone. Are you white … Xiao?"
"I am white" Joe nodded a little.
"I’m confused …" Lin Nianlei looked at the strange faces in the bar and said with dull eyes. "I want to prove to my family that I made the right choice for the rest of my life … but ironically, the rest of my life may be over before."
"You don’t want to think so much," said Joe with a small frown. "Qin Yu didn’t talk to you again. You guessed it right here. Isn’t it more uncomfortable? You have to let him find you and explain what he really thinks … We really can’t be stupid, but you can’t judge a person arbitrarily! "
"Didi!"
The words sound just fell and Lin Nianlei’s mobile phone suddenly rang.
Chapter 11 A bustling city
bar
Lin Nianlei picked up the phone and saw that it was Qin Yu calling and just pressed the hang up button.
"Did he fight?" Qiao Xiaoxiao immediately asked
"Yes" Lin Nianlei held her forehead and looked at the mobile phone screen in wait for a while and nodded.