Chapter 2280: distance

　　 Inside the Sichuan Army Headquarters, at the door of the room where Kirill was detained, Fu Zhen turned his back and looked into the room through the glass window and asked, "How long has he been detained?"
"About a year." The officer replied.
"Does he have special treatment?" Fu Zhen turned his head and asked again.
"Which aspect do you mean?"
"Is there any special treatment for food and accommodation?"
"That's not it. He's a freelance officer. These dogs killed a lot of our Sichuan army brothers when they hit the north wind. If we don't break him, even if he is very human, we will give him some special treatment. "The officer looked at Kirill in the room with hatred, and said, "He is in prison and he is treated worse than ordinary prisoners."
"Oh, that's fine." Fu Zhen whispered with a mentally ill smile at the corner of his mouth, "Then you, let the cooking squad get him something to eat and drink, and you can treat him as a senior officer." Fu Zhen gave an order.
"Does your navy interrogate like this?" The officer was a little dumbfounded.
"Do you know which department of the navy I belonged to?" Fu Zhen asked with a smile.
"Aren't you from the Special Forces?" The officer had heard of Fu Zhen.
"So you have to believe me, I'm more professional than you for doing this." Fu Zhen asked indifferently, "What do you want to try?"
"The purpose is very simple. Let him cooperate with us to call home for help." The officer replied softly: "The harder he asks, the better it will be for us."
"Okay, leave it to me." Fu Zhen nodded.
"Are you sure you can do it? He's very important, don't mess around."
"Don't worry!" Fu Zhen replied grimly.
Everyone exchanged briefly and left together, but just halfway through the road, Fu Zhen suddenly asked the officer: "If my dad is not smoothly instigated, then...then I will end up in Chuanfu, Is it just like him?"
This question was a bit sharp, and the officer thought carefully and replied: "It's almost like this."
"You are not a good person in Sichuan," Fu Zhen cursed in a low voice, "All bandits!"
"Brother, you'd better pay attention to your words. The garrison on the mountain called me today and asked if I want to take you up the mountain." The officer reminded him.
"You let him die!" Fu Zhen quickened his pace.
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Inside the commander's office.
Sitting on the sofa, Wang Zongtang looked at Qin Yu a little cautiously, with an unnatural smile on his face.
Qin Yu personally poured a glass of water for Lao Wang, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Haha, how do you feel at the parliament during this time? "
"Very good." Wang Zongtang still replied somewhat cautiously.
Regardless of whether Qin Yu wants it or not, he must accept the fact that many old friends in the past have somehow distanced him from him. Especially people like Wang Zongtang, who didn't know Qin Yu when they were at their most insignificant, so this sense of distance is even more obvious.
In Wang Zongtang's eyes, Qin Yu is the right representative of the Chuan Mansion and a figure who can determine the rise and fall of the Wang family, so he is naturally cautious.
Qin Yu saw Wang Zongtang's restraint, slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the cigarette case, reached out a hand and handed it to him: "Come on, Uncle Wang, take one."
"Hey, good!" Wang Zongtang took it immediately.
Qin Yu picked up the lighter and wanted to help him ignite it. Wang Zongtang was taken aback, and immediately said, "I can't do this, hehe, I'll do it myself."
Qin Yu ignored the other party's words, but held a lighter to him: "Come on!"
Wang Zongtang hid back for a while, holding Qin Yu's right hand with both hands, before letting him help light the cigarette.
"Haha." Qin Yu looked at him and smiled, picked up a cigarette case and ordered a cigarette by himself and said, "Uncle Wang, you people are different from others."
Wang Zongtang did not answer.
"You don't actually need to find Leilei, just tell me if you have something." Qin Yu smoked and turned to look at him: "I have a good memory, and I have never forgotten things before. Whether it's in Songjiang, It’s still in Chuanfu, and neither you nor the Wang family helped me less."
When Wang Zongtang heard this, he slightly lowered his head and said, "Now the situation in Chuanfu is no longer what it used to be. I am always afraid that some things will be too active. Some people will think about it. To be honest, Commander, there are a lot of them now. Regarding the matter, our Wang family dare not fight, for fear that there will be too many pits, some people will say that we are messing around with you, relying on our previous relationship with you."
"Haha, Uncle Wang, you can still call me Xiao Yu in private." Qin Yu looked at him and replied.
"Hey!" Wang Zongtang nodded heavily.
"I thought about it. When the Xinyuan District of the 9th District was just built, it was the main project that your Wang family took, and it did a good job in the end." Qin Yu looked at him and said succinctly: "But the battle is over. Every household is also waiting for the dividends. Let’s go back to the specific project meeting, I will ask the construction side to give you part of the project. There is only one request, and all projects must be done well."
"Commander, don't worry, I must keep an eye on this side!" Wang Zongtang said immediately.
"I told you to be called Xiao Yu." Qin Yu replied helplessly, stood up and said happily, "Hey, when we were in Xinxiang, we were fine and killed two games. How long has this been? No play? Come on, UU read www.uukanshu.com and play two games."
"Okay!" Wang Zongtang also stood up.
After a short while, the two set up a chess board and sat in the room to play.
After three games of chess, Qin Yu won two games and made one. This shows how well Wang Zongtang played chess.
Before leaving, Qin Yu looked at Wang Zongtang's back with a helpless smile, and felt a little lonely.
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In a separate room of the headquarters.
After seeing the small stove meal brought by the cooking class, Lao Maozi Kirill thought that he was going to be shot and he was going to feed him death row food, but after enduring it for a while, he still feasted on it.
For more than a year, Kirill has lived a hellish life. What he usually eats is worse than that of normal prisoners. It is not cornmeal or alkaline water noodles. There is not a little bit of oil or water in his stomach. And the longer you eat those things, the more you eat, the more hungry you get. He even waited for a while and fired in his heart. When he saw the meal came, his happiness was overwhelming.
Therefore, when he saw the cooking in the small stove, he couldn't help it, and he held it with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
After eating for half an hour, Kirill hiccuped and sat contentedly on the iron chair, as happy as a child.
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In the evening, it was more than seven o'clock.
Fu Zhen, who took no medicine today, led the two guards into the house leisurely.
Kirill looked up at him, but still didn't say a word.
"Get it out for him." Fu Zhen waved his hand.
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