Chapter 313 No Choice

Inside the Dragon City Garrison Command, Zhang Ming, his arm in a sling, sat on the sofa, looking somewhat constrained.

A lieutenant colonel staff officer under Tan Hengqiang reached out, nudged the teacup, and said softly, "Chairman Zhang, have some tea!"

"Ah, thank you." Zhang Ming nodded.

"Well, it's like this. Minister Kang has already spoken to the commander about your situation." The staff officer said euphemistically, "Given the current circumstances, we will do our best to ensure your personal safety. If you're willing, I can arrange accommodation and office space for you here at the Command."

"Thank you, I appreciate it." Zhang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"However, the work of the code worker association must be pushed forward quickly to ensure its stability," the staff officer reminded him bluntly. "It needs to play its role when necessary."

Zhang Ming paused slightly.

"An association with nearly 100,000 members could create quite a stir if it came out against Lao Li's administration," the staff officer said directly, seeing that Zhang Ming didn't respond.

"Understood, understood!"

"You can apply to Minister Kang for funding. He'll be handling various matters on the periphery for the foreseeable future. Here inside Dragon City, we'll have to rely on you to steer the ship." The staff officer smiled and extended his hand. "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's what I should do." Zhang Ming immediately stood up and shook his hand.

"I'll have someone show you your office in a moment."

"Okay."

...

Ten minutes later.

Zhang Ming walked into a vacant courtyard in the backyard of the Command. The staff officer's subordinate officer gave him a few instructions and then turned and left.

Standing alone in the courtyard, Zhang Ming turned to look around, his mood as if he'd just eaten shit.

The Qing Yi Bureau had been driven out of Dragon City, and Kang Dinghuang was no longer here either. This meant that Zhang Ming's biggest backer in Dragon City had been toppled.

This was extremely disgusting! If Kang Dinghuang hadn't brought the Qing Yi Bureau to Dragon City, Zhang Ming felt he could have been content to be a puppet, secretly accumulating wealth, sleeping with someone else's second wife, and so on. After a couple of terms, he could have filled his pockets and retired successfully.

But Kang Dinghuang's arrival had stirred up Zhang Ming's ambitions. He saw an opportunity to break free from Jing Yan and seize power for himself, so he resolutely prepared to make a big move.

But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that just as things were getting started, the Qing Yi Bureau would fucking run away. A pile of messes at the code worker association were left unattended, and Zhang Ming's own ambitions had been completely exposed to Jing Yan. The other party would definitely try to get rid of him at the first opportunity.

Most importantly, if Zhang Ming hadn't sided with Kang Dinghuang, the relationship between him and Lao Li wouldn't have been beyond repair. The code worker association, with nearly 100,000 registered members, was an organization that Lao Li would definitely want to bring under his control. But Zhang Ming had chosen to subtly help Kang Dinghuang succeed in the Zhao Weihu incident, which meant that there was no longer any possibility of reconciliation between the two sides.

So, Zhang Ming's current situation was that he had no one to rely on, and secretly there were countless people who wanted to kill him. If Kang Dinghuang hadn't remembered his contributions and introduced him to the garrison, he would have had nowhere to stand in Dragon City.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to cling to Kang Dinghuang and the garrison, and run down this road to the end.

Sitting alone under the parasol in the courtyard, Zhang Ming, feeling restless, felt a tightness in his chest. He sighed and reached for his cigarette case, only to find that it was empty.

The most helpless moment for a man was this.

"Di Ling Ling!"

A phone rang, and Zhang Ming squinted and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Dad, Vivian is pregnant." His only son, studying in the Third District, said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Zhang Ming was briefly stunned. "Huh? Wasn't she just pregnant last month?!"

"...Dad, what are you doing? I'm talking about Vivian, not Lillian!" his son replied somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhang Ming choked for a long time: "Am I playing tongue twisters with you every day?! Then...then how can she be pregnant all the time?"

"Just releasing her nature, I guess. Send me some money."

"......!"

"Two hundred thousand should be enough, and I also need to invest some money in the studio," his son said casually.

"Who the fuck are you giving birth to, Ne Zha?! What kind of stream needs so much money?"

"I told you, I want to invest more money in the studio, otherwise the partners won't play with me." His son asked impatiently: "Are you going to give it or not?"

"No!" Zhang Ming replied, feeling annoyed. "Let me tell you, my current situation..."

"Lao Zhang, don't tell me any useless shit! Back then, when I wanted to participate in motorcycle professional competitions, you refused to let me, you ruined my dream!" His son roared forcefully: "Now you don't care about me anymore? Fine, if you don't care about me, tomorrow I'll sign up for the Isle of Man TT race, I'm going to pursue the wind and freedom!"

Zhang Ming choked for three seconds: "You better crash and die on the Isle of Man, I must owe you something from my past life!"

"Send the money quickly, tomorrow I'll take Vivian to the hospital..."

"Xiao Lei, let me tell you, this is the last time. I've encountered some trouble recently, and the situation is very bad."

"Beep beep!" His son didn't listen at all and hung up the phone directly.

Zhang Ming sat in the chair, stunned for a long time, before walking into the main building's bathroom, lowering his head to wash his face at the faucet.

Out of habit, he reached out, only to realize that he no longer had a right hand.

In an instant, Zhang Ming's tears involuntarily slid down.

That night.

Zhang Ming sat alone in his office and called seven or eight branch chairmen of the code worker association.

At the same time, four military vehicles appeared at the main entrance of the Command. An Zecheng, with eight guards and four direct line officers, strode into the courtyard.

"Oh, Lao An, it's been a long time!" The garrison commander, Tan Hengqiang, personally came out to greet him, extending his hand with a beaming smile.

An Zecheng shook the other's hand and said jokingly, "Commander Tan, in the future, my little force in Dragon City will have to rely on your face!"

"Haha, you're too kind!" Tan Hengqiang waved his hand and said, "You're from the imperial capital's troops, coming down with the Emperor's sword, we can't compare. Come, come, let's go inside and chat!"

"Okay!" An Zecheng followed the other man into the Command with a smile.

...

Dragon City.

Su Tianyu sat in the car, holding the phone and saying to Li Mingsheng, "Well, I went, but his staff officer said that he has important matters tonight and it's not convenient to see me."

"Okay, I understand." Li Mingsheng nodded.

"Then I'll continue to handle the code worker association here."

"Okay." Li Mingsheng replied.

Ten minutes later, Li Yuan walked into the office and said softly, "Leader, An Zecheng went to the Garrison Command, and Tan Hengqiang personally received him."

Li Mingsheng paused for a moment: "I see."