The Third Field Army, in the military compound, Qin Yu had just returned and had not waited to sit down, but the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?"

"Xiao Yu, my grandfather is critically ill..." Lin Nianlei's crying came.

Qin Yu hesitated for a moment and immediately turned around and walked out: "Where are you? I'll go find you..."

Ten minutes later, Qin Yu took a car and left the army compound again and rushed to Sihe Manor.

...

At the same time, negotiations have begun in the reception room of the main building of the command center.

"Taixian, I must first declare that the Second World War Zone does not stand on the party and government, but stands on the word "Han"." Lin Yaozong sat next to Gu Er's uncle and said in a serious manner: "We are also very dissatisfied with the railway project, but we did not make any noise, because there was a voice in the First World War Zone. Once the military and political and party-government relations become opposite, we need a buffer zone."

What Lin Yaozong said was not actually because he wanted to sell favors to the Gu family at this time, but because this idea was indeed what the Lin family had always insisted on. If the Lin family was divided into the camp of the Iron Hat Prince from the moment the conflict began, then the situation in Yanbei was simply unimaginable. In order to protect the market, the party and government may have involved districts seven and nine. By then, there would be no final buffer zone and neither side could come out of Taiwan, which would really become a fight if they didn't want to fight.

Gu Taixian sat on the sofa and pondered for a while and said, "Yaozong, I will just say two points. First, the troops have fired, and we will definitely not take the initiative to discuss the conditions. We must raise the opposite side. We are only responsible for nodding or shaking our heads. This is a matter of principle. Second, from the perspective of the railway project, I hope that the Second World War Zone can be consistent with the First World War Zone! There are no outsiders here, so I just said that the railway's windfall troops cannot catch up, and the pattern of the eight zones in the future will become more complicated. If the party and government use this project to create a military and police system for you alone, the conflicts in the future will definitely become irreconcilable! Fighting now is a military conflict, and if the negotiations cannot be reached at that time, it is a war!"

Lin Yaozong fell into deep thought when he heard the sound.

"The premise for the third district to join the group is that there must be only one voice in the seventh district and eighth district. If the military and political affairs have been separated, then the decisions are not consistent, so how can we talk about joining the group?" Gu Taixian's words were direct and pointed: "In the future, I personally think that political negotiations will not have much effect on the position of the ninth district. Before that, whether it is the eighth district or the seventh district, the internal pace must be consistent, and the railway project is the beginning."

"What do you think is the eight-person table, four military and political people sitting there?" Lin Yaozong turned his head and asked.

Gu Taixian pondered for a while: "If four people can sit, you can talk."

Lin Yaozong nodded and had already sat down in his mind.

"Dongdong!"

Just as the two were about to communicate further, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

"Enter!"

The adjutant standing guard at the door shouted.

The door opened, and Lin Yaozong's adjutant walked over in a hurry, laying in his ear and saying, "The sanatorium is calling, our old man may...!"

Lin Yaozong stood up and immediately turned around and said to Gu Taixian: "Stop, I have to go back to the old man!"

"Old Lin...?!" Gu Taixian also stood up.

"well!"

Lin Yaozong frowned and sighed, reached out and patted Gu Taixian on the shoulder and said, "Old man is waiting for my letter."
Chapter completed!