In the empty parliament hall, Pu Xingbang sat alone on a chair, with only his father's body and cold coffin to accompany him.
Since the coffin was transported here this morning, Pu Xingbang has not allowed anyone other than his team to step into this hall, and he himself has never walked out.
Imperial power is lonely, so lonely that even the closest relatives cannot get close to it.
…
Inside the garrison corps headquarters.
Pu Xingguo looked at the dozen officers in the room with some humiliation: "Can't I even call him?"
"Mr. Governor cannot take your call at the moment." The colonel replied, "But you can call someone else."
Pu Xingguo clenched his fists and replied after a long silence: "I need a private space."
"You can go back to the lounge, but you can't leave the office." The other party replied expressionlessly.
Pu Xingguo stared at the people in front of him, feeling very aggrieved, picked up his phone, turned around and walked into the lounge.
Who should I call? My mother? Will it work
To his subordinates? To order the garrison to assemble and start the civil war immediately
Can you win
After my father Pu Yuan fell seriously ill, most of the government affairs of the Old Triangle were handled by Pu Xingbang. He might have already thought of a hundred countermeasures to contain me, to eliminate me, or even perhaps... he was just waiting for me to take action.
The commander of the garrison corps was forced into a corner and had no other options.
If he wanted to make peace, the other party would not talk to him at all; if he wanted to resist, he had no chance of winning at all.
Pu Xingguo sat on the bed, holding the phone and thinking for a long time, finally thought of someone. He considered for a long time, plucked up the courage, and dialed the other party's number.
…
In Yanbei, Huaqu District, in the district administrative park, in a villa courtyard on the north side.
An old lady in her sixties was standing by the second-floor window of her house, staring towards the southwest.
Her name was Pu Ya. She was the daughter of Governor Pu Yuan who married into the Chinese district. She had lived here for nearly thirty years. Now that her father had passed away, her eldest brother would not allow her to go back to pay her respects.
In the quiet room, an ugly old man sat on the sofa and gently advised: "Not going back now may not be a bad thing."
Pu Ya turned around and was about to reply when she heard her cell phone ringing.
The ugly old man was stunned for a moment: "Alas, you can't calm down here, so forget what I said."
Pu Ya did not respond. She walked to the table, picked up her phone, and calmly pressed the answer button.
The call was connected, but no sound came from the receiver.
Pu Ya was silent for a while, then took the initiative to ask in her hometown dialect: "What's the matter, little brother?"
"Sister, he's coming for me!" Pu Xingguo's voice rang out on the phone: "I... I really have no other choice but to call you."
"What do you want me to do for you?"
"Take everything he wants. Now I just want to go back and see my father." Pu Xingguo replied.
"Can I believe what you say?" Pu Ya asked.
"Sister!! I never thought about arguing about anything!" Pu Xingguo clenched his fist and replied: "If he wants me to step down, he can just say it directly. Why does he have to make it like this!"
"Okay, I'll make the call for you." Pu Ya did not reject her half-brother, but responded very decisively.
"Sorry for the trouble, sis!"
"that's all!"
After the two ended the call, Pu Ya held the phone with a frown on her face.
On the sofa, the old man stood up tremblingly, put his hands behind his back, looked at Pu Ya and said: "I beat you, just because you talk too much! You are no longer in your hometown, and you don't understand many things."
Pu Ya looked at her man with red eyes: "Does it have to come to this?"
"We've also been through this phase. Think about my second uncle... Oh, let's not talk about it." The old man waved his hand, walked into the house and said, "Your father had eight wives and more than twenty children... This is even more complicated than the situation here. The power of each branch of the family is too great. When the old man was here, everyone was his sons and daughters, but now that the old man is gone, how do you expect Xingbang to handle these relationships? Who has a good relationship with whom among the princes, who is on the same page with whom, and who is fighting for whose interests, these things are very difficult to judge."
"Wouldn't it be enough to just hand over the power?"
"It's not that simple. The state funeral is only three days long. The task is heavy and we need to set an example before we can release the military power." The old man replied softly, "... It's difficult! Objectively speaking, if it were me, I wouldn't have the courage. So my father is right. I'm not fit to be a leader."
"No, how he decides is his business. I still want to make the call." Pu Ya thought for a long time and finally decided to call Pu Xingbang.
The old man didn't try to persuade her anymore and walked towards the kitchen: "I'll get you something to eat."
Pu Ya called three times, but Pu Xingbang didn't answer.
She stood at the window, thinking for a long time, and then sent another text message to the other party: "Leave some room for maneuver, after all, blood is thicker than water!"
…
Hanoi, inside the Supreme Council Hall.
Pu Xingbang sat on a chair, reading his sister's text message. After a brief pause, he put the phone aside.
Outside the door, a brigade commander came in, saluted, and came to Pu Xingbang and said, "More than a dozen generals from the First and Second War Zones have arrived and are waiting for you outside."
"No!" Pu Xingbang waved his hand.
"What they mean is that if you don't see them, they will just stand there."
"Let them stand!" Pu Xingbang slowly stood up, reached out to touch his father's coffin, and walked alone into the inner room.
Outside the parliament building, Pu Xingbang's three younger brothers, one younger sister, and a dozen generals were all standing on the steps, neither shouting nor making a fuss, but they were not ready to leave either.
Yanbei.
Pu Ya called Pu Xingguo back and said after a long silence: "I called him, but he didn't answer. I sent him a text message, but he didn't reply either."
"Hahaha!" Pu Xingguo grinned: "Okay, I know what he wants to do! I know...!"
…
Hanoi Port.
Three coast guard patrol boats were parked on the roadside, and four to five hundred soldiers wearing the standard military uniforms of the Chinese area quickly disembarked and assembled.
"Let me tell you what you want! No conflict with local armed forces, no heavy weapons, no one must wear armbands, and obey orders! Protect our company legally!" After a group leader finished shouting at everyone, he immediately waved his hand and urged, "Pedal!"
Inside the main building of Dongsheng Express.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Several explosions were heard, and Jiangzhou in the basement felt that the ceiling above his head was shaking violently!
"He... they seem to have broken in." The security guard outside the door walked in and shouted, "We will protect you and leave first!"
"What a bunch of bastards!" Jiang Zhou's handsome face showed a rare expression of extreme anger: "Ask again, where is the person?"