Chapter 562 Young Marshal Huo's Little Mute 53
Huo Yuanzhong had to admit the fact that his subordinates' power was gradually disintegrating, and his prestige was not as great as before.
Even so, he couldn't possibly believe Hozer's one-sided story.
Huo Yuanzhong immediately summoned his right and left arms, and looking at the old general who had followed him for more than 20 years, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Hong Zhe, Luo Jun, why haven't we increased the number of patrols in the city recently?"
The news of Huo Ze's arrival at the commander's mansion had already reached the ears of the two men.
Both of them had their own ulterior motives, and upon hearing this, they were startled and immediately came up with a plan to deal with it.
Hong Zhe: "Commander, please forgive me. Those men were unarmed, and given your renowned reputation, I didn't think I needed to take them seriously, so I didn't report it."
Luo Jun followed up, saying, "Commander, I am not as well-informed as Hong Zhe. I only received the news not long ago and was just about to come and report it when, coincidentally, you wanted to see me."
Huo Yuanzhong looked up at the top of their heads, and the words Huo Ze had said before leaving echoed in his ears.
Yes, how many people can he trust now?
The reason why Huo Ze traveled all this way to tell him the news in person was probably because he had already thought that the news would most likely not reach him by telegram or telephone.
Huo Yuanzhong couldn't help but think of his father-son relationship with Huo Ze. Although they belonged to different political parties, they were ultimately related by blood.
The two people in front of him could easily disappoint him with just a few subtle hints.
After much deliberation, Huo Yuanzhong concluded that Huo Ze was the one he could trust most.
Perhaps it was that faint father-son bond.
Huo Ze must have considered him as his father.
That evening, Huo Yuanzhong led a group of people to the north of the city.
This was exactly what Huo Ze wanted.
In reality, he wasn't very clear about the specifics of Huo Yuanzhong's situation, but he still dared to go to Huo's door to extort money.
Anyway, there's no loss.
He was quite satisfied with the result.
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It takes more than six hours to get from Yu City back to Bei City.
Huo Ze calculated that if he arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, it would be at least 1:30 a.m.
He told the driver to go to the city center of Yucheng first, because that was the only place with phone booths.
At 6:30 pm, Song Jinhuan rested her chin on her hand and looked towards the door.
Usually, Hozer would be back around this time.
Butler: "Madam, please eat if you are hungry. There is no need to wait for the young marshal."
The young marshal won't starve if he skips a meal; the important thing is his wife!
Song Jinhuan blinked; she felt like she was doomed.
I have no appetite.
A hint of grievance appeared on the girl's face.
The butler sighed inwardly and could only continue to comfort her, saying, "The young marshal is probably preoccupied with affairs. It's not a good idea for Madam to keep waiting like this."
"The young marshal is really something, he doesn't even bother to reply when he's not coming back."
Song Jinhuan sighed softly and rested her chin on her other hand.
The butler's feelings were complicated; it seemed that the lady relied heavily on and liked the young marshal.
Just then, a ringing sound came from the living room.
Song Jinhuan immediately perked up and ran over.
Just as I expected, it was Hozer calling.
"lady?"
"Thump!"
“My wife, I am currently in Yu City. I will probably not be back at the Young Marshal’s Mansion until the early hours of the morning. You don’t need to wait for me for dinner and supper.”
"Thump!"
After Huo Ze finished reporting, he told Song Jinhuan to hang up the phone first.
After a "whoosh" sound, the other end would fall into a long silence. Every time this happened, Huo Ze could feel the loss and loneliness in his heart.
He looked down at the subject of the conversation, sighed softly, and then seemed relieved.
Stepping out of the phone booth, I inadvertently saw the Baozhai Building across the street. I turned around and a tall figure strode inside.
When he came out, about ten minutes had passed. He was carrying several paper bags and in a very good mood, he told the driver to drive.
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