Inside the Longcheng garrison headquarters, Zhang Ming sat on the sofa with his one arm hanging, looking a little stiff.
A lieutenant colonel staff officer under Tan Hengqiang reached out and pushed the teacup, and greeted softly: "Chairman Zhang, have some tea!"
"Oh, thank you." Zhang Ming nodded.
"Well, that's right. Minister Kang has already discussed your matter with the commander." The staff officer said tactfully, "In view of the current situation, we will do our best to ensure your personal safety. If you wish, I will arrange accommodation and an office for you at the headquarters."
"Thank you, and thank you for your trouble." Zhang Ming heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.
"But we still have to move forward quickly with the work of the Coders Association to ensure stability within the association." The staff officer reminded bluntly, "It must play a role when necessary."
Zhang Ming was slightly stunned.
"If an association with nearly 100,000 members stands out against Mr. Li's administration, that would represent quite a stir." Seeing that Zhang Ming did not respond, the staff officer directly pointed out the problem.
"Understood, understood!"
"As for funding, you can apply to Minister Kang. In the coming period, he will be operating various matters on the periphery. It will be up to you to take the helm inside Longcheng." The staff officer smiled and extended his hand: "Thank you for your hard work!"
"It's what we should do." Zhang Ming immediately stood up and shook hands with him.
"I'll have someone show you the office location later."
"OK."
…
Ten minutes later.
Zhang Ming walked into an unused courtyard at the back of the headquarters. The officer under the staff gave him a few instructions and then turned and left.
Zhang Ming stood alone in the yard, turned his head and looked around, feeling as if he had eaten shit.
The Qingyi Bureau was driven out of Longcheng, and Kangdinghuang’s people were no longer here, which meant that Zhang Ming’s biggest backer in Longcheng had been flattened.
This is disgusting! If Kang Dinghuang hadn't brought the Qingyi Bureau to Longcheng, Zhang Ming felt that he could be a puppet, collect money in private, sleep with other people's second wives, etc. There was nothing wrong with that. He could work for two terms and fill his pockets with money, and then find an opportunity to retire.
But Kang Dinghuang's arrival directly aroused Zhang Ming's thoughts. He saw an opportunity to get rid of Jing Yan and take power alone, so he resolutely prepared to do a big thing.
But he never expected that the Qingyi Bureau would run away just as the matter was getting started. The wharf association had a lot of messes that no one was dealing with, and Zhang Ming's own ambitions were completely exposed to Jing Yan. If the other party had the chance, they would definitely get him.
And most importantly, if Zhang Ming had not sided with Kang Dinghuang, the relationship between him and Lao Li would not have been completely without room for easing. The Coders Association has nearly 100,000 registered members, and Lao Li certainly hopes to win over an organization of this size, but Zhang Ming chose to secretly help Kang Dinghuang in the Zhao Weihu incident, so there is no possibility for the two sides to resolve their differences.
Therefore, Zhang Ming's current situation is that he has no one to use, and he doesn't know how many people secretly want to kill him. If Kang Dinghuang hadn't remembered his kindness and introduced him to the garrison, he would have no place to stay in Longcheng.
Zhang Ming had no choice but to cling to Kang Dinghuang and the garrison troops and run all the way to the end.
Sitting alone under the sunshade in the courtyard, Zhang Ming, feeling upset, felt a tightness in his chest. He sighed, reached out for his cigarette case, and found that there were no cigarettes left.
This is the most helpless moment for a man.
"Ding Ling Ling!"
The phone rang, Zhang Ming squinted his eyes and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Dad, Vivian is pregnant." The only son who was studying far away in District 3 said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment; "Ah? Wasn't she pregnant last month?!"
“…Dad, what are you doing? I’m talking about Vivian, not Lillian!” the son replied somewhat dissatisfiedly.
Zhang Ming held it in for a long time: "I play tongue twisters with you every day?! Then...how can I always get pregnant?"
"Release your nature. Give me some money."
“…!”
"Two hundred thousand is almost enough. I just need to invest some money in the studio." The son said calmly.
"You're playing Nezha, right? What kind of style is this? Why does it cost so much money?"
"I'm going to say it again. I need to invest some more money in the studio, or my partner won't play with me anymore." The son asked irritably, "Are you going to give it to me?"
"No!" Zhang Ming replied distractedly: "Let me tell you, my current situation..."
"Old Zhang, don't tell me such useless things! I wanted to participate in professional motorcycle races, but you refused to let me. You ruined my dream!" The son shouted loudly, "You don't care about me now? Fine, if you don't care about me, I will sign up for the Isle of Man TT race tomorrow. I want to pursue the wind and freedom!"
Zhang Ming held his breath for three seconds and said, "You'd better crash into a wall and die on the Isle of Man. I owe you this in my previous life!"
"Hurry up and transfer the money. I'll take Vivian to the hospital tomorrow..."
"Xiao Lei, I'm telling you, this is the last time. I've been in some trouble recently and the situation is very bad."
"Beep!" The son didn't listen at all and hung up the phone directly.
Zhang Ming sat on the chair, stunned for a long time, then walked into the bathroom in the main building, lowered his head and wanted to wash his face with the faucet.
I stretched out my hand out of habit and found that I didn't have a right hand.
In an instant, Zhang Ming's tears unconsciously rolled down.
That evening.
Zhang Ming sat alone in the office and called seven or eight branch presidents of the Coders Association.
At the same time, four military vehicles appeared at the main entrance of the headquarters, and An Zecheng, accompanied by eight guards and four direct officers, strode into the compound.
"Hey, Lao An, it's been a long time since we last met!" The commander-in-chief of the garrison, Tan Hengqiang, came out personally to greet him, extending his hand with a smile on his face.
An Zecheng held the other person's hand and said jokingly, "Commander Tan, from now on, my troops in Longcheng will depend on your mood!"
"Haha, what are you talking about!" Tan Hengqiang waved his hand and said, "You are from the Imperial City, and you came down with the Emperor's Sword. We can't compete with you. Come on, let's go in and talk!"
"Okay!" An Zecheng smiled and followed the other party into the headquarters.
…
Dragon City.
Su Tianyu sat in the car and said to Li Mingsheng on the phone, "Well, I went, but his staff said that he had something important tonight and it was inconvenient for him to see me."
"Okay, I understand." Li Mingsheng nodded.
"Then I will continue to run the Coders Association."
"Okay." Li Mingsheng responded.
Ten minutes later, Li Yuan walked into the office and said softly, "Leader, An Zecheng went to the garrison headquarters and Tan Hengqiang received him personally."
Li Mingsheng paused and said, "I understand."