Sichuan Prefecture Chongdu, Office Building of the State Police Bureau, and the Director's Office.

The old cat sat on the sofa with a shiny big back. There were a few wrinkles on his originally handsome cheeks. With a cynical smile, he looked a little heavy as a middle-aged man.

"Director Li, I won't say that there are so many. When we were in Songjiang, the relationship was there. If the Yan Island project could be divided into part of our group... Then what do you think you can do." A middle-aged fat man said to the old cat with a very polite attitude.

"I haven't even said the horoscope yet, go back and wait." The old cat sat on the sofa and replied ambiguously: "If there is news, I'll have someone call you."

"Hello." The middle-aged fat man immediately got up and said with a smile: "Is that satisfied last night?"

"What?" the old cat asked with confusion.

The middle-aged fat man smiled knowingly: "If I am satisfied, I will let her stay here for a long time..."

The old cat waved his hand directly without saying a word.

The middle-aged fat man nodded: "I left something in the car last night. You are holding it by the driver. What does that mean?"

"Okay, I understand." The old cat nodded.

"Then you are busy, I'll go back first."

"I'll have a chance later, so I won't give it to you." The old cat waved his hand.

"Haole." After saying that, the middle-aged man left the room.

When the old cat saw him leave, he immediately stood up in a hurry, walked to the desk, and dialed a number with the phone: "Xiao Li, come up quickly."

Five minutes later, the director's special driver went upstairs and took out a check from his pocket in a neat manner.

"How many?" asked the old cat.

"One,660,000." The driver handed over the check.

When the old cat heard this, his face turned dark: "The fat man has no courage in doing things this week. Damn, for such a big job in Tamsui Project, can you use this little fund to operate it?"

"It's a little less," the driver agreed.

"Oh." The old cat sighed and waved his hand and said, "Go and send it to the finance department and let them pay the funds for the subsidy plan."

"Okay." The driver nodded.

The old cat looked down at the watch and was about to ask Qin Yu from the division headquarters when he would come back, his phone rang first.

The old cat glanced at the caller ID and immediately pressed the answer button: "Hey, Uncle Feng!"

"What are you busy with? Director." Feng Yunian's voice sounded.

"Oh, what can I do? Have a meeting, drink, quarrel, and raise money." Lao Mao told the content of his work incisively.

"Haha, this means that your level has increased."

"Oh, in front of you, I will always be a student." Since becoming this director, Lao Mao has become much smoother. He is not as aggressive as before. Many persistences have been temporarily forgotten in helplessness.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, I'll tell you something." Feng Yunian went straight to the topic: "My nephew Feng Lei is going to Sichuan Mansion."

"Yes." The old cat was stunned for a moment: "When will you come? I'll receive it."

"It should be almost here, he will call you." Feng Yunian said in a tactful manner: "It's a pleasure to congratulate Sichuan Mansion to take the Salt Island, but there are so many things happening in District 9 recently, and we can't leave. Xiaolei went over and just congratulate him. It's that kind of meaning, haha!"

The old cat instantly understood the other party’s meaning and replied with a joking voice: “Uncle Feng, I remember you didn’t get involved in such a thing before?”

Feng Yunian was silent for a while: "I can't hide from the family matters. For specific matters, you told Xiaolei that I'm not greedy!"

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

"Chuan Mansion is so tough. When you go back to Songjiang, I will invite you to drink." Feng Yunian said seriously.

"How do you know that we will go back to Songjiang? Haha!" the old cat asked tentatively.

"It's time to go." Feng Yunian replied in a simple three words.

"Okay, that's it, Uncle Feng!"

"Haole."

After saying that, the two ended the call.

Laomao looked at his cell phone, sat in the office chair and thought for a long time. He first called and asked Qin Yu when he would come back, and then got up to have a meeting.

...

It was around 5:30 in the evening.

The old cat received a call: "Hey? Who?"

"Haha, Brother Li, I am Feng Lei."

"Ah, Xiaolei, are you here?" Laomao asked.

"Yes, I've arrived. I just entered the North Gate of Chongqing Capital and was on the charge road." Feng Lei glanced at the street sign and replied.

"Okay, stop moving, I'll have someone pick you up." The old cat replied lukewarmly.

"Okay, please trouble you, Brother Li!"

"A small matter." The old cat hung up his phone, thought for a while and shouted: "Let Fu Xiaohao come in!"

...

It's past six o'clock in the evening.

Qin Yu took a plane back to Chongqing Capital, met with Lao Li and Xu Yan at the Autonomous Association and determined some subsequent development, engineering, and investment in Yan Island.

After the meeting, Qin Yu had just walked out of the conference room and saw Lin Nianlei and Boy Yi sitting on the bench, talking and laughing.

Qin Yu was stunned, his heart was extremely warm, and it was difficult for ordinary people to understand how he felt when he saw his family after returning from the battlefield.

"dad!"

The boy stood up from the bench, spread his arms, and rushed over quietly.

Qin Yu picked up his son and turned to Lao Li and said, "After the soldiers on the front line come back, the Autonomous Council will organize the people and make some noise."

"This is ready." Old Li nodded: "Don't worry."

"Okay, I won't talk about serious matters today, I'll go home." Qin Yu pinched his son's face, stretched out his left hand and rushed towards Lin Nianlei.

Lin Nianlei looked at the wound on Qin Yu's face and the limping when walking, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"A little hurt!"

"How could you get hurt?"

"...When I landed on the island, the warship encountered an air strike. When I entered the air defense unit, I scratched it." Qin Yu did not mention the fact that he led the soldiers to the cliff. He only vaguely followed the details of the war and said with a smile: "Go home and make me some food."

"Don't move, let me see my face."

"Oh, it's okay."

“…!”

The couple exchanged and took their children and disappeared into the corridor.

...

It was past seven o'clock in the evening.

In the hotel in Taihelou, Fu Xiaohao led Feng Lei into the private room together.

The old cat was wearing a white shirt and sat in the main seat, smiling and waved his hand: "Haha, Xiao, come and sit, Xiaolei!"

There were seven or eight people following Feng Lei, one of whom was in his early twenties, tall, hot, with agile eyes and beautiful.

"Brother Li, it's really a long time since we met?" Feng Lei sat over with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!