"Tang Jin?" Han Dong, who was about to get on the bus, was hesitating for a few times before shouting tentatively.

Tang Jin, who was wearing a fitted police uniform, turned his head in surprise and looked at the woman standing in front of an Audi door and was about to get on the bus. Jin Lei, the new director of Andu Public Security Bureau, was accompanying the woman to get on the bus.

Jin Lei looked at the member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and the Minister of Propaganda in front of him. Han Dong was the niece of Han Du, the former old minister of the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department. Jin Lei also knew this relationship, and he also vaguely knew that Minister Han and Secretary Zhao of the Provincial Party Committee were quite unusual, but he did not expect that Minister Han actually knew the beautiful director who had always been single in the Municipal Bureau Entry and Exit Management Office. Well, thinking about this beautiful minister has always been single, which is quite interesting.

"Minister Han, do you know Director Tang of our Municipal Bureau?" Jin Lei smiled and Tang Jin who was walking over nodded.

"Well, I know each other, it depends on how to say it. If you want to know each other, I met you more than 20 years ago. If you want to say you don't know each other, I have never met you for the official time now." Han Dong smiled.

Jin Lei was a little confused. He didn't quite understand why Minister Han gave him such a tongue twister.

"Hello, Director Jin, Minister Han." Tang Jin, who walked over, said with neither humility nor arrogant eyes, with a calm eyes as water.

"Well, Tang Jin, is that okay?" Han Dong looked at Tang Jin and looked at Jin Lei again. Jin Lei immediately understood it, "Minister Han, you guys talk, then I'll go there first."

"That's it, aren't you?" Tang Jin said lightly.

"Well, it's all like this." Han Dong smiled and rubbed his curly hair. "Isn't life like this? No matter how it is, you have to live, right?"

"What do you want to say?" Tang Jin's face turned slightly cold.

"It's not interesting. I just thought if it were back then..." Having said this, Han Dong shook his head again, "Forget it, I didn't say it, maybe I'm a little moved today. Well, you don't know yet, Guodong will leave immediately."

"Let's go? Where are you going?" Tang Jin's face changed slightly, and he asked subconsciously.

"Hujiang." Han Dong sighed, "It's time for him to leave, he has been in Anyuan for eight years."

"Will he come back?" Tang Jin asked subconsciously.

"Come back? What does it mean to come back? Of course it's nothing to rest, but it's impossible to come back to work." Han Dong laughed in silence.

Tang Jin lowered his head a little confused, as if he was adjusting his mood, "Is he going to be the secretary of the municipal party committee?"

"Well, do you think he is going to be the mayor?" Han Dong laughed, "Okay, I should leave too, Tang Jin, come to my place if you have nothing to do, I really hope we can have a chat together."

"Talk? What's there to talk about?" Tang Jin stared at the other party with some vigilance.

"Don't be too nervous. Don't you think we can be friends?" Han Dong smiled, "Our lives have been intertwined at a certain time and at a certain place."

Tang Jin raised his gaze in a daze, as if he was a little dazed. Seeing Han Dong's kind and caring smile, he took a deep breath, sorted out his mood, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I don't think there is any need, our lives will never be intertwined."

Han Dong's face had not changed. He seemed to have expected the other party to say this long ago, and nodded: "Well, it's good, we all have our own world. Okay, I'll leave first, goodbye."

Audi quickly disappeared outside the gate of the city public security bureau, and Tang Jin's lonely figure seemed so slender and proud in the sunset.

After taking off the prison uniform on his body, the man lay on the bed tiredly. This kind of life would take several years. The man sat on the bed, thinking about things.

"Old Chen, I've gone out to watch TV. Why are you staying in the house all day?" someone shouted outside.

"Okay." The man responded, thought for a while, stood up, put his prison uniform on his shoulders, and walked out.

The discipline cadres in Bazili have started to name the name, and the roommates consciously did the order of the name, and the man also joined the order of the name.

After the news broadcast ended, the local news broadcast began. A familiar figure appeared on the TV. "Zhao Guodong, member of the Political Bureau of the CPC Central Committee and secretary of the Hujiang Municipal Party Committee, led a delegation to Anyuan today to attend the Anyuan-Hujiang Economic Cooperation Conference. Song Maolin, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee and Chairman of the Standing Committee of the Provincial People's Congress, and Chen Yinglu, Governor, held a banquet at the Jinjiang International Hotel to welcome the guests of Hujiang,..."

Zhao Guodong!

Chen Dali felt his breathing tightly, and his hands subconsciously clenched, staring at the TV screen. Yes, it was him. After a few years, there was still not much change. His oily black hair was cut into a very moderate head style, neither long nor short, and his figure was still not distorted. He was in his forties, and this guy seemed to have exercised a lot.

Chen Dali tried hard to relax himself and calmed down his face. So many years have passed, and his sentence will be over for two years. Of course, all this is thanks to this guy on TV. If this guy hadn't been staring at him, the police wouldn't have arrested him so persistently, and he wouldn't have been brought back from Vietnam.

However, all this is the past. Now this guy is getting smoother and smoother and higher. Chen Dali is a little sad. Nothing in the past is meaningless. He is completely defeated and becomes a prisoner. In the other party's mind, he is probably already history and is disdainful. Thinking of this, Chen Dali smiled like a mocking person, and his eyes immediately became a little confused.

The house was looking at the watch, and a pure black Maybach slowly drove over. The young man next to him opened the car door for him and looked around vigilantly. Another young man had already stood diagonally in the corner of the car and observed the surroundings. The house was casually getting on the car. The car quickly started and quickly drove out of the auxiliary lane. Under the guidance of a black Mercedes-Benz in front, it was transported into the traffic.

Half an hour later, a Gulfstream V-SP business jet marked with a black full moon scimitar took off from Hongqiao Airport, flew quickly into the outer sea, and flew eastward.

The black full moon scimitar is the logo of the multinational energy and mining group Guoquan Group headquartered in Hong Kong. I don’t know why this company uses an inexplicable black full moon scimitar as the company’s logo. However, this is their freedom. When the group’s chairman Fang Ziquan answered this answer to the media, he kept eight words, and the company was confidential and there was no way to tell.

But in private, Fangziquan also asked Zhao Guodong many times why he used such a logo as the logo of Guoquan Group, but Zhao Guodong's answer almost skewed his nose. There was no other reason. One day in a certain month of the year, a dilapidated sickle was seen in the brick factory they jointly contracted, which looked like a full moon scimitar. So the great logo of Guoquan Group was born.

After talking to the managers who were drilling into the platform via satellite phones, the Gulfstream began to turn south.

After a brief stop and refueling at the Queensland Changshui International Airport, the Gulfstream continued to go south and enter Myanmar, and then stopped for a while at Naypyidaw International Airport. After two Myanmar government officials boarded the plane, the Gulfstream continued to fly south along the eastern coast of the Andaman Sea.

"Mr. Dengding, the preliminary exploration and trial mining of our entire group and your side in the eastern part of the Andaman Sea has been successfully completed. Now we can enter the formal mining stage. The southeast branch of the China-Myanmar oil and gas pipeline is about to be completed. I believe that with the further development of the Andaman Sea oil and gas resources, this will surely bring a better tomorrow for the economic development and friendship between our two countries. Come and have a drink!"

The foam of the champagne flowed down the wall of the glass, and several guests were quite happy. Obviously, they were quite satisfied with the cooperation between Guoquan Group and CNOOC and Myanmar Petroleum Corporation.

"Mr. Fang, I heard the media have been hotly discussing that the Tibet nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, which will be launched in the next year, belongs to the South China Sea Fleet and will be deployed in the South China Sea?" A Myanmar official was obviously very interested in this news. Many senior Myanmar officials have worked in the army and then worked in government departments after retirement. This person is obviously a retired officer from the Myanmar Navy.

"Well, this should be the case. The South China Sea has a core interest in our country, and this cannot be questioned." Fang Ziquan smiled.

"Piracy in the Indian Ocean is rampant. Is your country interested in using aircraft carriers to participate in the escort mission in the Indian Ocean?" Myanmar officials raised another question.

"This depends on the situation. I think some people on the Andaman Sea are not very at ease. If they threaten the common interests of our two countries, the navy will not sit idly by." The house said with deep meaning.
Chapter completed!