Su Qingqing watched the short-distance bus leave—
Facts have proved that Ling Yi not only had his personal account frozen, but also was blacklisted for credit reporting.
You can't take planes, trains, or even long-distance train tickets that require identification when you just bought the tickets.
You can only choose a short-distance car that does not require identification, and toss to the Spring City thousands of miles away.
Su Qingqing pursed her lips, the red and swollen eyes covered by the sunglasses were wet again, and tears flowed silently down her delicate cheeks.
She didn't want to cry in front of Ling Yi, not because she was afraid of being laughed at, but because she didn't want to make him even sadder.
Ling Yi is two years younger than her, but she has always been more like her brother.
She was ten years old when they met, and Ling Yi, who was eight, didn't know anything, and Ling Yun, who was only four, was wandering around.
She was stuck in a dirty alley by some filthier gangsters.
People who have not experienced that kind of life will never be able to imagine the despair she felt at that time.
Just as she was about to go all out, Ling Yi, who was picking up trash and selling money, used a knife that was so sharp that she felt unbelievable to this day, slicing a little gangster's thigh.
The blood gushed out, accompanied by the howl that the little bastard was insane.
resounded through the alley.
At the end of the alley, there were people looking around, but no one dared to come in—she didn't know why she remembered it so clearly. She could clearly describe everything that happened at that time, even every frame of the scene, after many years.
A few other gangsters came up, holding a throwing knife and a brick in their hands, trying to beat Ling Yi to death.
But the injured gangster was stabbed again by Ling Yi.
This time it was stabbed in the stomach!
Finally scared off the group of people, not even the injured companions.
A group of wolves ran wild and fled.
Since then, the lonely and helpless Su Qingqing has "lazy" on the pair of siblings.
Wherever they go, she follows.
Ling Yi didn't chase her away either.
If there was only one bite to eat, it would be her and Ling Yun split.
He would rather be hungry than beg for food.
Picking up rubbish and selling for money, she and Ling Yun, the two little burdens, were struggling to get by.
At that time, eight-year-old Ling Yi was the backbone of the three.
He said that he wanted to save money for her and Ling Yun to study, and said that people would become stupid if they didn't read, especially girls, they should read more books to avoid being deceived in the future.
Two years later, Ling Yi finally saved enough money, saying that as long as the identity problem is solved, they can both study.
But three homeless children, how easy is it to solve the identity problem? For Ling Yi, it was much harder than saving money!
Fortunately, not long after, the three of them met their adoptive father. From then on, they finally lived a stable life, and all three finally read books.
She is grateful to her foster father, she is grateful!
When her adoptive father died, she would seek revenge for her adoptive father at all costs.
But she was more grateful to Ling Yi, and she couldn't even describe their relationship simply with gratitude.
If one day only one of them could survive, she would kill herself without hesitation!
After crying silently for a while, Su Qingqing got into the car, slammed the accelerator on it, and the car started racing again.
Returning to the military headquarters in the shortest time, he went straight to the main building of the military headquarters like a gust of wind.
When I reached the top floor, I came to the door of one of the offices. Without hesitation, I raised my hand and knocked on the door, and called a report.
A deep voice came from inside: "Come in."
Pushing the door in, I saw that someone inside seemed to be reporting.
Su Qingqing, who was full of words, stood at the door and saluted an old man with sharp eyes in the seat.
The old man nodded lightly and said to a middle-aged officer opposite: "Go first."
The middle-aged officer responded, glanced at Su Qingqing, nodded slightly, and walked out.
"General..."
The old man waved his hand: "There are no outsiders here, sit down, girl."
Su Qingqing looked at the old man: "I have something to say!"
"Then sit down and say." The old man looked at her calmly.
Su Qingqing had no choice but to sit on the chair opposite the desk with her back straight.
"Speak." The old man said.
"Why don't you leave him alone? My dad doesn't matter, he left too suddenly, but what about Ling Yi? Why did Zongwu Academy fire him? Why should he suffer those unjust injustices? Three hundred million... Zhao Tianping's group of people, right? crazy?"
Su Qingqing is not a woman who likes to lose her temper, especially when she works in a disciplined place like the military, it's not that she doesn't understand the truth, but at this moment, she really can't help it.
"What's the matter?" The old man didn't go around in circles with Su Qingqing, didn't pretend he didn't know, but calmly asked back.
"What to do? Why did Zong Wu fire him! Why pour dirty water on him, he is the person you have been thinking about all these years and want to be drawn into the army!" Su Qingqing looked at the old man and said excitedly.
"But now... he's abolished." The old man sighed and said lightly.
"You..." Su Qingqing was at a loss for words, stood up abruptly, and said with a sullen face: "General Zhang, this subordinate is fine, so I'll go back to work!"
"Sit down." The old man looked up at her: "How old you are, like a child, childish."
"I..." Su Qingqing looked at the old man who was watching him calmly, and sat back helplessly in the chair.
"It's not that I'm ruthless, girl, I and your foster father are like brothers. Your relationship with Ling Yi has been accumulated since childhood, and it lasts for more than ten years. But my relationship with your foster father is a life-and-death fight on the battlefield. It came out! In the year we met, he was twenty-three, I was nineteen, and it has been fifty years since then! Ling Yi is his adopted son, and his relationship is no different from his parent-child relationship. Do you think I will really sit back and ignore it?"
The old man was also a little emotional, sighed, and said, "First of all, this incident is too sudden! Who would have thought that such a thing would happen to him and Ling Yi? We didn't even have time to react! Secondly, do you know Those people in the college department, how many years have they been preparing for this day?"
Su Qingqing was silent. As a middle-level officer in the military intelligence department, she certainly knew a lot of things that the outside world didn't know.
"The monarch is getting old..." The old man suddenly sighed softly: "He prefers peace and prosperity to the world than to open up new territories."
Su Qingqing continued to be silent.
The old man looked at her: "Now the entire cabinet, almost the vast majority, are on their side, and of course they do things without fear. Ling Yi is wronged, isn't that Zhang Chenggong? Isn't Meng Xu wronged? People who have worked hard for many years in Zongwu Academy but were swept out of the house overnight... Are they not wronged?"
"With the support of the cabinet, the monarch has lost his ambitions, and if they don't take advantage of this opportunity to use thunderous means to suppress the military, can they find a better time than this?"
"At a time like this, there are so many eyes on us, they just want to provoke us and wait for us to make mistakes."
"As for Ling Yi, this child is indeed unlucky, but not because he is the adopted son of Old Shen, but because he was injured at such a time!"
"If it wasn't for this, believe it or not, Zhao Tianping would never treat him like this. On the contrary, he would try his best to win him over! He would try to make him their person!"
Su Qingqing looked at the old man and couldn't help but say, "That's impossible..."
"Why is it impossible? That kid doesn't want to join the army at all! Did you try again this time? But he refused again? It's not like I haven't heard Lao Shen say that Ling Yi's ideal is to teach in Zongwu."
"So there is no need for Zhao Tianping's group to win over. He doesn't want to participate in any disputes. Of course, this is not a bad thing. From personal feelings, I don't want the old Shen's children to go to the battlefield in the future."
The old man sighed and said, "But at this time, he was given a 'death sentence' by that stupid old Chen! A defunct genius was involved in a storm, in addition to being swept out of the house and hated by the group Have some fun with the old Shen people, is there a second way to go?"
Su Qingqing's chest was heaving and he said angrily: "That can't be completely killed, right? The three hundred million..."
The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The three hundred million is a hole dug for us, just waiting for us to jump into it."
"What do you mean?" Su Qingqing, who is smart but not experienced enough, looked at the old man blankly.
"People with discerning eyes will know that this matter is framed, but believe it or not, they will make the evidence so that even Ling Yi is speechless when he sees it!"
The old man looked at Su Qingqing: "If we take the initiative to speak at this time, they will definitely give face immediately and not be held accountable."
"But do you know? Not only does this mean that you have given a huge handle in the hands of others, but one day in the future, maybe it won't take that long, they will join me, a military boss, and say that I use power to oppress people!"
"Three hundred million, even me, can't afford this responsibility!"
"And even if they don't do it for the time being, they will write it down. When needed, this is a sharp blade to stab us!"
"Then we just swallow this dumb loss?" Su Qingqing asked unwillingly.
"It will be found." The old man said lightly: "There will definitely be a chance, maybe it won't take too long."
It doesn't take too long, Su Qingqing didn't ask, and the old man didn't say anything.
In fact, she knew that the old man had made an exception today. The iron-faced Zhang Yan of the military did not regard her as a subordinate of the military, but purely regarded her as the daughter of a deceased old friend. A little girl said so many things.
This is not only to explain her confusion, but also to teach her!
This is affection, a great affection, she understands.
"The three hundred million..." Su Qingqing looked at the old man.
The old man said disdainfully: "Three hundred million of the fart, I owe it!"
Su Qingqing: "..."
"Is that kid going back to his hometown? When he recovers, he will figure it out and let him come to the military. It's better if he is abolished, so that he won't go to the battlefield when he has time. People from Zongwu will be enough to do civilian work!"
The old man looked at Su Qingqing: "Is there any problem?"
"Without Uncle Zhang, thank you!" Su Qingqing stood up and bowed to the old man.
"It's useful for Uncle Zhang, but General Zhang is useless. If you have nothing to do, get out of here!" The old man gave an order to expel the guests.
…
Beijing Yamen, Ministry of Truth.
Through the thick wooden door, the angry roar can be heard inside—
"Who gave them the right to talk nonsense like this? Can they afford the damage? It's outrageous! Where's the person in charge of the radio station? Let him come to see me immediately! Give me an explanation!"
The leader in charge of the radio station who had been waiting outside the door for a long time knocked on the door tremblingly, and then pushed the door in.
A middle-aged man sitting in a chair looked at the person who came in coldly: "What's the matter with the news about Shen Xiaowu from the traffic channel today?"
The leader in charge of the radio station was about to cry: "Yes, they made their own decisions..."
"Where has their discipline gone? How did you choose such people? Where are those people now? How did you deal with them?" The usually gentle and gentle Minister of Truth is now like a roaring Teddy, his voice Slim, with a twisted expression.
"Those people... have voluntarily resigned."
Snapped!
A glass was slammed to the ground, the sound was crisp and water splashed.
"asshole!"