At around ten o'clock in the evening, Xiang Jingyang returned to the Foreign Affairs Reception Office in Hanoi and entered the heavily guarded single-family villa.
The First Army of the Southwest Theater has already entered the Hanoi area and is preparing to conduct joint military exercises with the troops here. This kind of activity is more diplomatic than practical. The reason why Pu Xingbang took the initiative to invite is to announce to the outside world that although the old triangle has changed, it still has an iron alliance with the Chinese area.
To this end, Pu Xingbang took the initiative to propose that Xiang Jingyang set up his headquarters directly in Hanoi and even allow his guard troops to be transferred in, but this proposal was rejected by the young Xiang Jingyang. Although he became famous at a young age and held a high position, he was not a brainless and reckless man.
Hanoi is under military control. No matter how high-ranking the official from the Chinese area is, he is still a guest. It is impossible for him to take over the host's position just because he is polite.
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In the detached villa, Xiang Jingyang entered the house and was about to take a shower when he saw Jiang Zhou sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a smile.
“…!” Xiang Jingyang’s head started buzzing when he saw this person.
"Reporting to Commander Xiang, the Southwest Theater Command, the foreign affairs liaison specialist, Major Jiangzhou reports to you!" Jiangzhou stood up and saluted with a humble attitude.
"well!"
Xiang Jingyang sighed helplessly, put his hands on his hips and looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do now?"
"Hey!" Jiang Zhou came over and said, "Brother Yang, can you spare some time tomorrow night to attend a cocktail party? It doesn't have to be too long, just show up."
Xiang Jingyang frowned: "State funeral, brother! What kind of cocktail party do you want me to attend?!"
"Gui Mengjun is in such a difficult situation right now. My suggestion is to praise him, confirm his absolute core status in the arms business, and encourage his people at the same time." Jiangzhou said in a low voice with clear logic: "We didn't care when he was arrested; we didn't explicitly support his relatives being persecuted... After all, he was running errands for us. Now that this matter is over, it's time to praise him, right?"
Xiang Jingyang sat on the sofa, picked up the water cup and asked, "Who in the old triangle doesn't know that Gui Mengjun is my man? He was still screwed, what does this mean?"
"I know. The higher-ups think he's too close to us, and that he's a bit confused. That's why they want to get rid of him and replace him with someone else." Jiang Zhou replied bluntly, "But precisely because of this, we have to support him even more. This is a matter of attitude, a matter of priorities."
Xiang Jingyang thought for a long time and said, "It's still not appropriate for me to show up, especially during the funeral. Let Uncle Long go. He can represent me."
"… You have to go, no one else is important enough." Jiang Zhou said pleadingly, "Good commander, only if you are willing to stand behind Gui Mengjun, he will have weight in the old triangle, and it is possible to form a relative relationship with the Su family."
"No, you are just a major, can you give me orders now?"
"Look at what you said, can I order you?" Jiangzhou bared his teeth and replied, "Isn't this just a suggestion? If you think it's not okay, then I'll call my uncle and let him talk to you."
"Can you please stop mentioning your uncle?!" Xiang Jingyang was speechless: "You changed your surname to three different names, and I can't even tell which one is you!"
"Go ahead, just show up, and I'll do the rest." Jiang Zhou pleaded, "Otherwise I really don't know how to proceed."
Xiang Jingyang pondered for a long time and said, "Okay, Gui Mengjun has indeed been very wronged during this period."
"You almost lost your life, how can you not feel wronged?" Jiangzhou also said something for him: "You didn't see it. When he showed up today, I thought it was Amumu. My goodness, he was covered in bandages. He looked so miserable."
"Okay, that's it. You can tell the guard leader about the specific itinerary." Xiang Jingyang stood up: "I'm going to take a shower."
"Brother, others don't know I'm here, right?"
"I don't fucking know, who would know?!" Xiang Jingyang replied unhappily and went upstairs.
"Brother, what is Governor Pu's attitude towards those bastards who are escaping?" Jiangzhou asked curiously.
"What do you think the attitude will be when those people take the things away?" Xiang Jingyang had already reached the second floor when he replied.
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Inside the hospital, Su Tianyu glanced at his second uncle's face. Seeing that he was in a good mood, he immediately said, "Uncle, we may have to attend a cocktail party tomorrow."
"What cocktail party are you attending?" Second Uncle turned around and asked, "It's Gui Mengjun's fault again, right? I won't say anything. You can go home when you are discharged from the hospital!"
Upon hearing this, Su Tianyu immediately replied, "It wasn't the Guimeng Army that organized this. It was the Southwest Command that organized this cocktail party. The higher-ups wanted to meet the person who was specifically in charge of the arms business. This just happened, so they wanted to cheer everyone up."
"Do I need to fight you? I'm almost dying of anger!" The second uncle immediately refused: "No!"
Su Tianyu scratched his head and leaned over to whisper in his ear: "Commander Xiang is here too and has specially invited us. What do you think we should do?"
Uncle Su was speechless.
"Forget it, let's ignore them. Commander is such a chicken." Su Tianyu immediately replied: "Let's not give him this face today!"
Second Uncle Su gritted his teeth, pointed at Su Tianyu and cursed: "You son of a bitch, you still want to take advantage of me, don't you?"
"Then tell me, what do you want me to do? I want to ask you, who saved my life? The arms business makes so much money every year, who supplies the goods?" Su Tianyu spread his hands and replied, "They said they want to treat me, what can I do? Can I say get lost? My second uncle's leg is injured, how can I still eat chicken feather rice?!"
"Go ahead, I'll go in a wheelchair. Pick me an electric one!" When it comes to family business and politeness, Uncle Su can only compromise. It's impossible for him to pretend to be cool and show off his emotions.
After Gou Liuzi had a verbal battle with his uncle, he returned tiredly to Daxiong's ward to sleep.
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Early the next morning.
Fan Mingming sat at home with a haggard look on her face, and asked her elder brother and sister-in-law, "The invitation has been sent out, should we go?"
"Wouldn't it be more guilty if I didn't go?" The eldest brother sighed and turned to look at his wife: "You should come with me."
My eldest sister-in-law is a descendant of the Pu clan. Her family power has not suffered too much impact in this turmoil. This is because her grandfather Pu Ming had been to the battlefield with Pu Xingbang and fought side by side many times, so her family is currently relatively stable.
The road for Pu Xingbang to de-familyize is very long. It is impossible to do large-scale layoffs and strangulation, because doing so will create a situation where no one is available. After all, almost all members of the Pu family participate in politics, and after decades of development, their power is too diverse and too numerous.
Pull some people together, beat some people down, first secure power, and then slowly find a way out for your hometown.
The eldest sister-in-law hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, I'll go with you. Gui Mengjun should give me this face."
"Brother is right. We are also specific participants in the arms business." Fan Mingming stood up slowly. "If we don't go, we will be confessing our crimes."