Gui Mengjun glanced at the text message, turned his head and said to his second uncle: "You eat first, I have something urgent to do, so I'm going to make a phone call."
"Okay, go ahead." replied the second uncle.
Gui Mengjun picked up the phone, turned and left the box, found an empty room in the corridor, pushed the door and walked in.
Standing in the room, Gui Mengjun felt the alcohol rising to his body and his heart was pounding. He frowned and called back the number that sent the text message.
"Hello? Bro!"
"Is the news accurate?" Gui Mengjun asked in the local dialect.
"That's right. I just asked. The old governor had a heart attack at around five o'clock. He didn't have dinner that night and was admitted to the intensive care unit around six o'clock. His condition has worsened and he is being treated now." The other party also responded in his hometown dialect: "People from the General Headquarters and the Governor's Office have been there."
Gui Mengjun was silent for a while: "What I mean is, is the old governor doing routine rescue, or...!"
"This time it's not optimistic." The other party replied in a very low voice: "I heard... the Governor's Office is already preparing to hold a funeral!"
When Gui Mengjun heard this, his head buzzed. His first reaction was not to consider any political changes, but to feel indescribable grief in his heart.
After a brief silence, Gui Mengjun whispered back, "Call me anytime if you have any news!"
"good!"
After the two ended the call, Gui Mengjun felt a little dizzy. His left hand unconsciously supported the wall, and his chest felt stuffy.
“Bang!”
The door of the box opened, and Su Miaomiao walked in. She looked at Gui Mengjun, whose face was pale, in surprise, and asked softly, "You...what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Gui Mengjun glanced at her, and said with red eyes: "... I just received news that... our leader is critically ill."
"...!" Su Miaomiao was stunned for a moment: "The leader you are talking about...!"
"Yes, that's him." Gui Mengjun sighed, "I'm fine... I'll take a rest."
Su Miaomiao supported his arm and said, "Please sit down for a moment."
…
Hung Son Sanatorium, Hanoi capital.
A regiment's guard force has now all been deployed. Each soldier, standing tall and handsome and armed with live ammunition, is standing at his position, checking the vehicles queuing for admission to the hospital.
On the road, the street lights are bright. Small cars and inspection-exempt cars that are rarely seen in the city are now lined up on the roadside waiting to enter, just like other vehicles. Even the car of the mayor of Hanoi can only give way and wait on the side of the road.
On the third floor of the main building of the sanatorium, in a long and narrow corridor, sat a man in his sixties. His hair was grey, but his back was straight, a habit he had developed after serving in the army for many years.
The old man was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit with his white hair combed back. His slightly aged face was covered with white hair, but if you look closely, you can tell that he was a very energetic and handsome young man when he was young.
His name is Pu Xingbang. He is the chief executive of the Old Triangle region and deputy commander-in-chief of the general headquarters.
Time passed minute by minute, and the stairwell and lounge outside the corridor were already full of people. The youngest of them was in his fifties, and the lowest-ranking military officer also had the rank of lieutenant general.
…
In the sea view villa area.
After resting for a while, Gui Mengjun returned to the box with his third sister.
After entering the door, Gui Mengjun walked to his second uncle with a smile and whispered something in his ear.
The second uncle was stunned for a moment, then immediately waved his hand and said, "... critically ill?"
"Yes." Gui Mengjun replied in a low voice: "Don't make it public. I have to go first. Let Meng Zheng accompany you for dinner, because our relationship with the upper class is also...!"
"I understand, I understand!" The second uncle nodded in a very open-minded manner: "You can eat at any time, just go and get busy."
"Okay, I'll come over tomorrow." Gui Mengjun immediately replied, "You guys should get some rest early!"
"Don't worry about us, just go!" The second uncle urged, "I'm busy tomorrow, so you don't have to come. Business is more important."
"Okay, uncle, I'll go first!" Gui Mengjun stood up, picked up the wine glass, walked between the two tables, greeted everyone, and hurried away with his followers.
During this period, Su Tianyu and others had no idea what was going on. They just thought that Gui Mengjun's company had encountered some emergency.
About half an hour later, the banquet ended and Gui Mengzheng personally sent everyone back to the villa before leaving in a hurry.
In the living room, Su Tianyu felt something was wrong, so he found his third sister alone: "How come such a good meal started well but ended badly? What was he busy with?"
Su Miaomiao blinked her eyes and whispered in her brother's ear: "The governor here is critically ill. You know the relationship between the Gui family and the upper class. He has to go back."
Su Tianyu was shocked when he heard this: "That's enough?"
"Well, this time it's pretty tough." Su Miaomiao replied softly, "After all, he's over 90 years old... He's been hanging on for the whole time."
When Su Tianyu heard this, he also felt strange: "A great man of his generation, alas, he couldn't survive the years after all."
"Why do you look so sad?" Su Miaomiao didn't feel anything.
"My first lesson in the Army University was about the Northwest War in the Chinese District." Su Tianyu sighed and said, "He is the one who can appear in the special war cases of District One four times! You, the officials in District One, don't know that! He is very arrogant. For a military commander of a backward and remote ethnic group to appear in the learning courseware of another district is a special honor for a soldier."
“… I don’t quite understand, but I can see that Meng Jun’s mood has changed.”
"Of course you don't understand, you're not from here." Su Tianyu replied with his hands behind his back: "It seems that we will have to stay here for a while."
…
Hanoi Port.
Daxiong, Laohei, Hou Guoyu and others who were unable to take the plane due to their identity issues also took a detour and quietly rushed to the Old Triangle. After being picked up by the Gui family, they were directly sent to the villa area.
Around 9:40 p.m.
On the third floor of the sanatorium, Pu Xingbang lowered his head and smoked a cigarette.
“Ding~!”
The lights in the emergency room went out, and a colonel-level military doctor pushed the door open and walked out. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nervously, "... Commander! I... We tried our best!"
After a brief silence, Pu Xingbang calmly put out his cigarette, stood up and straightened his clothes.
"The Governor only sees you!" The colonel made way.
Pu Xingbang clenched his fists and walked quickly into the emergency room.
…
It is still morning in Zone 1 at this moment.
Su Tiannan had breakfast in the prison area and walked to find a middle-aged strong man: "Today?"
"Yes, the director will come to pick someone up and will name you to participate in the event." The middle-aged strong man whispered back: "I'll tell you the contact information, remember it, don't write it down."