The snowflakes are still falling. After suffering a severe snowfall that is rare in a century, the people of Qinghe City have adapted to the falling snowflakes and enjoyed the rare winter scenery in the north.

No one would have thought that behind this heavy snow, there was a wealth that could make the entire city of Qinghe quietly surfaced. People would never have imagined that this wealth had been stared by countless people with bad intentions, and in a blink of an eye it would pass by the people of Qinghe City.

The lives of the people in Qinghe City continued their lives unremarkably in the post-disaster glory, without any turmoil. In the business and political circles of Qinghe City, a weak wind was wandering rapidly, and a dark tide was set off in this cold winter.

Wu Pu did not expect that a simple act of trying to make some money by relying on the opportunity to rebirth actually set off such a surging undercurrent, which was unexpected. When the two storms of business and government in Qinghe City were surging, he realized that he was too hasty to deal with this matter at that time, and underestimated the value of the underground lake in the southern suburbs, and also underestimated people's desires.

In the following two days, the situation in Qinghe City became more and more complicated, and it seemed that more forces had already noticed the hidden value of the southern suburbs. More and more forces intervened, making the water in Qinghe City even more muddy.

Wen Jie is as quiet as before, and every day she twitches and sorts out the news from all over the place. Sometimes she frowned slightly and makes a few phone calls, not talking to Wu Pu.

Wu Pu also had no time to talk to Wen Jie. He had been paying attention to Xiao Donghe's movements. After Xiao Donghe's authority in the mainland was deprived by the board of directors, he could no longer expect him to play any role in the affairs of the Nanjiao. Even if he did Xiao Longxiang, another person would be sent to take over the affairs of the Nanjiao. Faced with such huge interests, it was impossible for Tongshen Group to take the initiative to let go.

As for the Nanjiao affairs, Xiangxiang Tongshen Group has already grasped the initiative, and its background is extremely special, so it will not take the initiative to give up Nanjiao.

Therefore, the key to the competition in the southern suburbs is the attitude of the Qinghe Municipal Government. The government's attitude is clear. Even if it is just like Mr. Niu said, what if it loses some of the benefits?

The key is that some people in the government cannot see through the key. To put it another way, perhaps they see through the key, but they are unwilling to interfere in offending the giant Tongshen Group.

There is no doubt that huge wealth is buried underground in the southern suburbs. But this wealth is not ready-made gold and silver. It also needs to be operated and then converted into real wealth. Let Qinghe City operate it itself, and they will become wealth that is beneficial to the people of Qinghe City and make the people of Qinghe City rich.

But if it was given to Tongshen Group for operation, wouldn’t they become wealth?

Of course not. If Tongshen Group is allowed to operate, it may produce greater benefits and more wealth. And it can also expand the economy of Qinghe City.

However, this kind of economic expansion is only for local finances and cannot benefit every citizen in Qinghe City. To put it simply, this kind of economic expansion will bring political achievements that are difficult to find in life to some people and become their political capital. However, for the people of Qinghe City, the benefits they can get are minimal.

This is also the fundamental reason why the attitudes of the tycoons in Qinghe City are unclear.

Wu Pu had already thought about the problem, but he still insisted on defending Xiao Donghe and attacking Xiao Longxiang, but because Xiao Longxiang was the culprit of this battle in the southern suburbs. Perhaps this was not Xiao Longxiang's original intention, but the development of the matter has reached this level, so Wu Pu must make his position.

Of course, this position is only for him personally. The first time he has put himself in the overall situation since he was reborn, it is actually because this dispute was taken on by him by accident. Then he has the obligation to take on the burden of saving, and no matter what the outcome is, he must do what he should do.

"Little boss, are you free now?" Checking the news from Xiao Donghe one by one. Wu Pu was carefully analyzing Xiao Donghe's chances of winning. His mobile phone rang and Zhang Fei's voice came. Now Zhang Fei has called Wu Pu the little boss with Li Tie and Jian Jue.

Zhang Fei has been in contact with Tang San these days, but he has not found a suitable opportunity to track down whether Tang San has a tattoo. At this time, he was a little excited when he heard Zhang Fei's voice on the phone. Wu Pu suddenly moved intentionally. It seemed that Tang San's affairs had already made a name for themselves.

"Okay, tell me a place, I'll go there now."

"Uncle Tang is here in Room 8012, Green Plum Hotel." Zhang Fei was really excited because he finally saw the tattoo on Tang Sanhou's shoulder, which was indeed a trident.

In Zhang Fei's excited voice, Wu Pu even more affirmed Tang San's identity and rushed to the Green Plum Hotel as fast as possible.

At this time, Zhang Fei and Tang San were having another conversation.

"Zhang Fei, you kid, have been asking Uncle Tang to drink with you these days. Isn't that just happening?" Tang San was slapped with his upper body, and was wiping his sweat all over his body with a towel. He glanced at Zhang Fei and pointed to the tattoo on his back shoulder.

After receiving the order from Wu Pu, Zhang Fei was looking for opportunities to see if Tang San had a tattoo. But Tang San wandered around the world for a lifetime, how could he be fooled easily? Zhang Fei failed several times in a row, and had no choice but to come up with a solution, which was to compete with Uncle Tang.

Although it was cold winter, the air conditioner was turned on in the hotel room, just like Nuanchun. The two of them had a bottle of white wine before, so before the competition, Zhang Fei took off his upper body clothes and exposed his large muscles. He could not say bluntly that Uncle Tang took off his clothes and let him check, so he had to do this bad thing.

Tang San drank some wine, but he was also concerned. Seeing Zhang Fei take off his shirt and show off his muscles, he became joking for a while, so he took off his coat, revealing his beautiful muscles.

The two of them walked for several rounds in a row, but the winner was difficult to defeat. The alcohol came up, but Zhang Fei really found a tattoo on Tang San. This was the purpose of his request for the competition. After the purpose was achieved, he naturally had no interest in the competition. He took a chance and secretly gave the victory to Tang San.

Zhang Fei did not expect that all his motivations had already fallen into Tang San's control.

After wiping his sweaty body, Tang San was not in a hurry to take a bath. He walked to Zhang Fei and patted his shoulder, and said, "You guy is very good at this skill. You can tell that you have never wasted your time since childhood."

Tang San brought two bottles of mineral water, sat on the sofa, looked at Zhang Fei with a smile, and said, "But your kid's scheming is not very good. If you were someone you didn't know, you would have been given a treat."

Zhang Fei scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Uncle Tang, actually I..."

Tang San waved his hand and interrupted Zhang Fei and said, "You kid don't think about it. I have been with your father for more than ten years and have had a lifelong friendship. If we hadn't had the same identity, how could we be so close?"

Zhang Fei's expression became solemn, and he said, "Uncle Tang, then you are really..."

"Of course, I'm the same as your father." Tang San casually put a piece of clothing on his body, his eyes full of memories, "That time was so comfortable, it's a pity-"

Looking at Tang San's expression, Zhang Fei felt uneasy. He hesitated for a few times, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Tang, am I seeing the lead?"

"What?" Tang San was suddenly stunned and suddenly stood up, like an eagle, with his eyes as lightning, "Who did you think you met?"

"The head sheep." Zhang Fei expected Tang San to react like this, and immediately briefly talked about what happened to Wu Pu, and said infinitely: "We have been silent for more than ten years. Finally, when the head sheep appears again, the thorn finally has something to do."

However, Tang San's expression quickly calmed down, and hesitated in his heart, "Zhang Fei, does your father know about this?"

Zhang Fei shook his head and said, "I mean I will go back and tell my father about this in a few days. And the boss also said that he would go to see my father with me."

Tang San pondered: "Don't tell your father about this for the time being."

Zhang Fei was stunned and said, "Why?"

Tang San said: "No, since he has handed over the burden to you, this matter has nothing to do with him. Let him live his old age quietly."

"What does Uncle Tang mean?" Zhang Fei heard the solemnity in Tang San's words and asked in confusion: "My father's lifelong beliefs are in the organization. He will definitely be happy until the top player appears again. Even if he handed over the burden to me now, he still has the right to know."

Tang San sighed: "Child, you are young after all. You don't know what our generation has sacrificed for thorns. For decades, I always wonder whether all the things we have done are worth it. Your father is undoubtedly the luckiest guy. He can still hide in the countryside and reunite with his family. But there are many people like me who have been hiding in life for the rest of our lives, like a mouse, and are always worried that a cat will suddenly pop out of somewhere and then suddenly swallow you whole."

Zhang Fei seemed to realize something and asked solemnly: "Uncle Tang, do you mean there is a problem inside the thorn?"

Tang San looked at Zhang Fei in surprise, and after a while, he said with a slightly ridiculous expression: "Your thinking is quick and you suddenly think of this. Among our old guys, many of us have not realized this problem until we die."

After a pause, Tang San continued: "If there were no internal problems, with the strength of the previous generation's leader, how could he die for no reason? How could the sting end up falling apart? How could so many old brothers be assassinated and not be able to die well?"

Zhang Fei only felt the cold outside the room suddenly rushing into the room, and the temperature in the whole room suddenly dropped. The cold air rushed from various places and pierced into his body. He only felt the cold air spreading over his body, and it felt the cold air coming from his bones.

"If so, then we..."

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