Chapter 1 The Laborer's Special History

Inside the car, Su Tiannan held his phone and asked, "What counts as a special history?"

"Whether they've had close dealings with the Mexican government, held positions in certain departments, or have a clear record of supporting them, all counts as a special history." Wang Daolin sounded rushed, as if he was very busy. "Too many of these laborers are returning. With the First District and Mexico at each other's throats, the higher-ups are worried that military spies might have slipped in. So the citizenship checks are extremely strict. I can handle it, but I need to vouch for them, understand?"

Su Tiannan understood what he meant. "A lot of these laborers were doing business over there, trading goods. They definitely had contact with the other side."

"Then it can't be done for now. We can only wait for things to calm down," Wang Daolin said bluntly. "Or you can tell him to spend money to find someone to do it. There will be people willing to vouch for him. It's not that much, thirty or forty thousand. A lot of people are doing it on the sly."

"Hehe, alright, I understand, Uncle Wang."

"Okay, ask him and then call me back."

"Got it."

After finishing the call, Su Tiannan said with a pout, "Life is hard!"

...

Chi Army Base.

Battalion Commander Zhou looked at Zhao Weihu with a smile and said, "Commander, whether you join the Mexican side or not doesn't really affect our business. Because as long as the goods are being sold to Sinaloa, the biggest buyer will definitely be Mexico. If we're worried about that, we can't do business at all."

Zhao Weihu wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and still said bluntly, "Two conditions: First, allow me to put down a deposit; second, load the goods at a port in Sinaloa as much as possible, otherwise it's too much trouble to receive them."

"The first one is easy, but the second one might be difficult, because the source of the goods is... the Tianhong Port Navy, and they want to make a little money too, hehe," Battalion Commander Zhou said with a grin.

"Then I can only receive the goods outside the district," Zhao Weihu replied after thinking for a moment.

"Okay, if there are no other problems, I'll go back and discuss it with the higher-ups. We'll talk in detail later, including the price and such."

"Okay, that's it." Zhao Weihu waved his hand. "Stay here tonight. Xiao Guang, arrange a good room for them."

"No, no," Battalion Commander Zhou stood up. "No need to trouble yourself, we'll head back now."

"Haha." Zhao Weihu glanced at him. "That's right, the situation is so tense right now. If Wen Zhanbo's battalion commander stays here for the night, it'll affect your career if word gets out. Alright, I won't keep you. Have someone send you back."

Battalion Commander Zhou pulled Yu Mingyuan over and introduced him, "This is Yu Mingyuan, you've met him before. I might not come next time. Let them communicate with you, it'll be more convenient."

"Alright." Zhao Weihu understood what he meant and immediately called his adjutant, "Get his contact information."

And just like that, the two sides finalized the general process over a single meal. Then, the group got into their cars and returned.

The reason why the two sides were able to communicate so smoothly was because the relationship between the garrison and the Chi Army was quite familiar, they had contacted each other frequently in the past. Otherwise, Zhao Weihu wouldn't have agreed so readily with a stranger.

Ever since You Yifan approached the Tongji Association, the bad luck of Yu Mingyuan's team seemed to have come to an end. Everything was progressing much more smoothly than before, and they had managed to settle relations with several parties in just a few days.

After returning to Dragon City, Yu Mingyuan and Su Tianyu continued to act as lubricants, shuttling between the garrison and the navy, discussing the distribution of profits and the division of future responsibilities.

This kind of work was dirty and stinky, because as long as money was involved, red faces and thick necks were unavoidable, and even offending people was possible. So You Yifan and Wen Zhanbo didn't show their faces, only letting their subordinates express their positions to Yu Mingyuan and Su Tianyu, and then letting them mediate in the middle.

They were taking flak from both sides, but for the sake of the Tongji Association's future, they could only endure it for now.

...

Ten days passed, and just as the navy and the garrison were about to finalize the details of their cooperation, the Mexican government army finally officially announced to the outside world that they had incorporated Zhao Weihu's Chi Army. And no one expected that this not-so-eye-catching military news would lead to several shocking cases that rocked the entire First District, and even the entire European and American continent.

This Friday evening, the head of the First District Regulatory Commission's Material Control Department was having a birthday. Many leaders in Dragon City went to attend his birthday ball, and even two Dragon City deputy mayors and several leading members of the city council attended.

What does this Material Control Department do? In fact, it was a powerful department temporarily formed by the First District Regulatory Commission in order to smoothly implement the No. 1 policy.

To put it bluntly, it was a unit that monitored whether various departments and functional units in Dragon City were feigning compliance or truly implementing policies. Therefore, it had great power and the ability to report directly to the higher-ups.

As a result, many leaders in Dragon City were very polite to them, even a little fawning, because if they said you implemented it, then you implemented it, and if they said you were being passive and slacking off, then you were being passive and slacking off.

Furthermore, this Material Control Department even had the power to arrest people. If they discovered that individuals or units were still secretly engaging in illegal trade with the Sinaloa and Casaro regions, they could directly detain people and handle the cases, and bring them back to the First District for interrogation, bypassing all judicial departments in Dragon City.

There was no other way to do this, because the white people in the Regulatory Commission were well aware of the situation. They knew very well that if they didn't give the Material Control Department a sword of authority, the Chinese power echelons in Dragon City wouldn't necessarily give them face. From the local police patrol points to the upper-level police stations, they were all their own people. If you wanted to investigate, what could you find?

For all of the above reasons, the birthday banquet of the head of the Material Control Department became much more grand. Prominent politicians in Dragon City either came in person or sent people to pay their respects.

Among this group of social elites were also Jing Yan and Gu Baishun. The former specially brought the latter to see the world and mingle with the politicians.

The head of the Material Control Department was named Karl, a fat man in his forties. His previous experience was average, but his family was a direct line of the Republican Party in the First District, so when he reached a certain age, the position naturally came to him.

Inside the living room on the second floor of the banquet hall, Karl was drinking with someone when he was suddenly called to his office by his secretary.

"Mr. Karl, this is a document from Military Intelligence Section Seven," the secretary said softly.

Karl frowned, picked up the document, glanced at it roughly, and suddenly cursed, "Those damn fools are still deceiving us!"

...

Downstairs.

Jing Yan sat on the sofa and quietly asked his follower, "Did they reach an agreement over there?"

"Yes, I heard that the garrison and the navy have finished talking under Yu Mingyuan's management," the follower said in a low voice. "It seems like they are ready to do it."

Jing Yan held his wine glass and said softly, "How come Yu Mingyuan is everywhere! His father is gone, but he's still not behaving himself!"