Chapter 672 Quanxuguan

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However, Song Ziyu still kept things simple.

I underestimated Gongsun Xiuyun's determination to cause trouble. Gongsun Shouzhong's fate of being sanctioned did not scare Gongsun Xiuyun away. On the contrary, it inspired Gongsun Xiuyun's fighting spirit.

As a person who led the team alone, away from the family, and created a world without any support, Gongsun Xiuyun's heart was undoubtedly very strong.

This kind of strength is based on becoming more courageous with every setback.

If he chooses to retreat after being scared by a cup, then he is not Gongsun Xiuyun.

As a ruthless person, Gongsun Xiuyun must be outstanding.

The reason why Gongsun Xiuyun held back and did not take action was not due to scruples, let alone fear, but simply because the helpers had not arrived yet.



Within two days of the banquet, a motorcade rushed from the northwest to Tianshui Town.

There are not many people in this team, but the cards are huge!

At the beginning were two military vehicles filled with soldiers, followed by a precision-built off-road motorcycle.

All these off-road motorcycles have been modified, and the bodies are loaded with ramming corners and crossbars to prevent zombie attacks...so that the motorcycles look very ferocious.

Although these soldiers accompanying the vehicle were wearing the military uniforms of the Northern Steel Alliance, the materials and texture of the uniforms were obviously more advanced than ordinary military uniforms, and the soldiers' spirits and appearance also appeared to be more energetic.

"These soldiers seem to be very arrogant."

Song Ziyu looked at the motorcade heading towards the island in the middle of the lake, with a curious expression on his face.

Who gave them the courage to be so unscrupulous?

Ding Ruo stepped forward and said: "Brother, you have to be careful, these are the people from the Northern Steel Alliance Quanxu Hall... they are not easy to mess with!"

"Quanxu Hall?"

Song Ziyu was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't react for a while, because this organization was unfamiliar to Song Ziyu.

Ding Ruo continued to explain: "In the Northern Steel Alliance, Quanxu Hall is one of the five major agencies directly under the leadership of the alliance headquarters. It is responsible for reviewing the status of local governors... This group of people has a lot of power."

"So, how powerful can they be?" Song Ziyu asked curiously.

"They have the right to decide on the appointment and dismissal of the governor!" Ding Ruo said with a worried look on his face: "These people are very difficult to deal with! I didn't expect these people to come to the door just a few days after my husband died, which means someone had tipped off the news in advance."



After hearing this, Song Ziyu thought for a while and smiled: "I probably guessed whose handiwork this was, but I didn't expect that person would still refuse to give up."

"Who is it?" Ding Letu asked.

"Who else could it be besides Gongsun Xiuyun?" Song Ziyu said: "According to the information I have learned, only Gongsun Xiuyun has connections within the Northern Steel Alliance! He can invite people from Quanxu Hall to come to Tianshui Town to cause trouble. , it can only be Gongsun Xiuyun."

After hearing Song Ziyu's words, Ding Ruo nodded, acquiescing to this analysis.

"The people from Quanxu Hall are here. They must be here for my husband's title of Wasteland Warden...Brother of the Song family, how do you deal with this?"

Ding Letu asked anxiously.

Song Ziyu smiled calmly and said: "Sister-in-law, you are really worrying too much. Let's see what they want to do and we will take advantage of them."



Tan Xinghan found this errand very boring and boring.

As an official of the Quanxu Department who is used to being pampered in Zhizhou, he rarely comes forward to settle an issue personally.

But this time I had to make a trip because the people who asked me to do things gave me too much.

"Xiao Tan, what needs you to do in person? Don't you want to enjoy the happiness in Zhizhou?" A tired voice asked.

Facing the voice of inquiry, Tan Xinghan did not dare to neglect, because the big man who came to the wasteland with him in the car had a very prominent status, and he was a big shot that even his own old man had to be careful to receive.

"Uncle Zeng, you also know that life has been difficult since the defeat of our Iron and Steel Alliance." Tan Xinghan complained: "Our old man told us that we need to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. No, when there is business, I have to do it myself. In the past, No matter how much money you give me, I won’t care.”

"Oh? What are you going to do this time?"

The boss sitting opposite Tan Xinghan asked while puffing away his smoke.

"Uncle Zeng, to be honest, the governor of Tianshui Town died this time, and their rats are littering with litters of pups. Now they are making a fuss over who can inherit this title. As for me, as the director of the Quanxu Hall , happened to be in charge of southwest affairs, and someone happened to pay me to do something for him, so I simply followed his wishes and helped him take the position of governor." Tan Xinghan talked eloquently, as if what he was doing was a trivial matter.

After listening to Tan Xinghan's words, the boss sitting opposite became a little uneasy.

The boss took out his cigarette and asked: "Xiao Tan, what do you mean, you just brought a few people here and it's like peace of mind? Are you really afraid that you won't be able to protect yourself if things can't be settled?"

Tan Xinghan said indifferently: "Uncle, I'm afraid you don't think highly of these natives in the wasteland. They are no better than quails in front of the power of the Northern Steel Alliance."

Tan Xinghan thought to himself that it was not like he had never had contact with the local governors. Those guys were as honest and well-behaved to him as a mouse to a cat. Why should he be afraid?

Therefore, Tan Xinghan showed great contempt.

Not only that!

Tan Xinghan also felt that Uncle Zeng was not as powerful as his elders said, and seemed to be getting more and more timid as he got older.

really!

The world is still the world of young people.

But the boss sitting opposite Tan Xinghan thought completely differently!

The boss just hopes to break up with this stupid young man as soon as he arrives in Sweetwater Town. He doesn't know the darkness of society.

Some people are born to commit suicide, and there is no need to accompany them to the end.

However, Tan Xinghan obviously didn't know what the big boss was thinking, and instead asked: "Uncle, what about you, why are you traveling all the way to the wilderness?"

The boss said vaguely: "Well, I have some business here, come and see for yourself."

"oh……"

Tan Xinghan couldn't help but wonder when he heard this. It's really baffling that this big boss still cares about a small place like the wasteland when his business is so big. Hey, people of the older generation are so unpredictable. Isn’t it good to just lie down and make money? Why bother yourself?

At this time, the driver reminded: "Sir, Sweetwater Town has arrived."

"Drive in directly." Tan Xinghan gave the order carelessly.

"Stop the car when you enter the city. I have to hurry." The boss suddenly said.

"Uncle, where are you going now that you're here?" Tan Xinghan asked curiously.

"Sweetwater Town is not the end of my trip yet. I have to go west." The boss said.

"What's over there?" Tan Xinghan was very curious.

In his mind, the alliance's territory has come to an end here. He didn't expect Uncle Zeng to go further west. Is this too idle?

"I can't explain business matters to you in just a few words."

The boss said calmly.

"Then let me respect the friendship of the landlord." Tan Xinghan couldn't help but order the convoy to drive to the island in the middle of the lake.

As the motorcade kept going, Tan Xinghan said, "Uncle, I have to show you that I still have some influence in this remote country."

The boss sneered in his heart when he heard this, thinking that you little brat has a lot of influence. People respect you not because of your hat and the chair under your butt. For a stupid young man like you, others really don't care. In eyes.