Three years later.

On the top floor of Tiancheng Group Building in Xinyuan District, Songjiang, Qin Yu was lying in the lounge, yawning, and holding the phone, saying, "Si Feng, have you asked me for help? Is there any show this year as the deputy director?"

"I asked the people from Fengbei, but I still didn't believe me." Feng Yunian shook his head and replied.

"This is a bit too much." Qin Yu said with great dissatisfaction as he listened to Feng Yunian's words: "All the police chiefs in Songjiang have already taken the title of deputy director, but I can't get up no matter how much I handle it! I'm so fucking...!"

"You feel uncomfortable, I feel even worse than you." Feng Yunian also responded helplessly: "The police system also rejects me. I stand in the position of the Xinyuan District, and my upward proposals have been rejected several times, and there is no fucking reason."

Qin Yu was speechless.

"The police station will hold a meeting later, let's talk to each other." Feng Yunian looked down at his watch: "I'm going out now."

"Okay!" Qin Yu nodded.

"Well, that's it!"

After saying that, the two ended the call, Qin Yu got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash.

...

Three years.

Songjiang has undergone earth-shaking changes. The first and second phases of the expansion of Xinyuan District have basically been completed, and a large number of people outside the district have poured in, making this place full of vitality.

Tiancheng Group Building was completed last year. Qin Yu moved all the security companies, construction companies, drug sales companies, and other industries under his offices here, with thousands of employees, which can be said to have developed very well.

During this period, Tiancheng Xianger's business and drug business were expanding steadily, with net profits of nearly 100 million yuan per year, and railway projects have begun to see the return money. Last year, the first batch of railway project team settled as much as 90 million yuan. Putting aside various expenses, the construction company alone made a profit of more than 20 million yuan, so the three-year stable period has completely made Qin Yu's pockets full.

With money, Qin Yu did not expand, but followed Coco's advice and injected a large amount of idle funds into Tiancheng Security Company in batches, and began to cultivate this huge gold-swallowing beast. In the personnel review report last year, Li Zhan gave the data that there were 3,000 people working on the front line, which was not considered a logistics supply team.

And these 3,000 people have real data, because Qi Lin and Li Zhan are very strict in the management of senior executives and operation teams. Once they find out that the matter of empty mail and empty roar is definitely handled without mercy. They should clean up and rectify what should be rectified, so the development of the security company is also very healthy.

However, there is no saying that everything goes well on this road of life. Although Qin Yu's team has developed rapidly in the economy, it is very uncomfortable to be in the system.

According to various qualifications and the various outstanding political achievements given by the Black Street area in the past three years, Qin Yu was completely qualified to be promoted to deputy director because there was an unwritten rule in the police system. As long as the district chief of the police station had worked for about a year, there would not be too serious mistakes or criticism from the General Administration, he would basically have the title of deputy director, but he was stuck at this threshold and could not get up for a long time.

Qin Yu found a lot of people to operate, but the General Administration just refused to approve it, only practiced Tai Chi, and pushed it year after year.

Not only did Qin Yu not go up, but even Zhu Wei, Ding Guozhen, Fu Xiaohao and others mentioned the deputy director's affairs, there was no progress. For this reason, the relationship between the Black Street Superintendent and the police station became very subtle. The people below were dissatisfied and did not contribute to some things. The police station's review of Black Street's indicators was so strict that it was so strict that it would be criticized by the entire office.

If this continues, it will definitely not be a long time, but Qin Yu had no choice for a while, because his military and political label was too obvious. In addition, he completely offended Office Xin and the Director of the Government Affairs Office, so it was expected that the superiors would wear him with small shoes.

...

It was past ten o'clock in the morning.

Qin Yu took Fu Xiaohao's car to the police station and went to the conference room as usual.

Inside the house, the leaders of the police station, as well as the directors and deputy directors of each district, have already arrived, sitting on both sides of the conference tables, chatting.

Qin Yu and the other district directors and leading cadres were not very harmonious in their positions, so he bent down and sat next to Feng Yunian, and asked softly: "Have you eaten?"

"What a fuck." Feng Yunian replied with a lip voice: "Old Li asked me to discuss in the morning. Some areas of Xinyuan District have filed an application for the development zone... We both talked for a long time and didn't even drink saliva."

As soon as the two of them chatted, Director Xin took someone to walk into the room and said with a chuckling, "We are all quiet and quiet, we will hold a meeting to study something."

Everyone glanced at him and immediately fell silent.

Qin Yu sat next to Lao Feng, took out his cell phone boredly, lowered his head and started a message with Lin Hanhan.

During the meeting before, Qin Yu was very upright and was willing to speak actively, but the upper level of the police station always ignored him. Over time, any enthusiasm would be wiped out in this environment, so Qin Yu was too lazy to listen to the content of the meeting.

...

At sea, salt island.

Lunch time at noon.

A young man with a small flat head and a beard, holding a dirty lunch box and biting a tasteless noodles, squatting next to the shed, chewing and eating slowly.

After a while, a strong man of thirty-six or seven years old came over, bent down and asked at the bearded man, "I'm here to your shift in the afternoon?"

"Yes!" the bearded young man nodded and replied: "In the afternoon, we will load the ship."

The strong man turned his head and glanced around and asked in a low voice: "When will you do it?"

"Just these two days." The bearded young man lowered his head and said in a plain manner: "Don't leak the news, otherwise no one will get out."

"Okay!" The strong man slowly stood up: "Hide everything you prepared in advance, and then give me a final time."

“No problem.”

"That's it!" The strong man slowly stood up and walked towards the meal-making place with the lunch box.

The bearded man squatted beside the shed, looking at the endless sea, chewing dry bread, and finally made up his mind to run away within this week!

He was no other person. He was officially seriously injured and was accidentally transferred to the ship, and was maliciously sold to the Salt Island by Lin Chengdong.

He stayed here for more than four years!

He wants to go home, escape from this place where people are not alone, and meet his wife and children he misses day and night...

...

Inside the police station conference room.
Chapter completed!