After showing off his hair, Director Fan sat up straight. "More news? Where did it come from?"
Xiao Yuan placed the paper in front of him. "Information about Team Leader Lin from Gangcheng."
Port City, Lin Xiaoxiao...
Director Fan immediately picked up the paper, and after reading its contents, his face instantly darkened.
He picked up the pen beside him, flipped the paper over, and quickly wrote a full page of words on it.
After washing the pen, I capped it and handed it to Xiao Yuan, saying, "Send it over as soon as possible, don't delay."
Xiao Yuan replied seriously, "Yes, Director Fan."
He immediately ran back to the Intelligence Technology Department and had the technicians transmit the encrypted symbols to the people at the Guangzhou liaison point via radio.
They then relayed the instructions to the port city.
This can save more time.
After receiving Lin Xiaoxiao's message, Director Fan quickly convened a meeting with Han Xiu and the director of the Intelligence Technology Department, which lasted for more than three hours.
"Director Fan, have some water." Han Xiu poured him a glass of water so he could catch his breath.
Director Fan downed his drink in one gulp, looking exhausted. After putting down his cup, he stood up and said, "Come on, you drive me to Minister Chang's place."
Han Xiu didn't delay and quickly went to get the car.
On the way to Minister Chang's place, he glanced at Director Fan in the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and said, "Old Fan, this battle may be unavoidable."
Director Fan turned his head to look out the window and remained silent for a long time.
Just when Han Xiu thought he wouldn't speak, he heard him say, "You brat, do you think you can call me Old Fan? Call me Uncle."
Han Xiu chuckled lightly, "Calling me 'Uncle' is too formal for our relationship."
"Calling him Lao Fan is just right."
Director Fan glared at him. "If you were my son, I'd let you call me that."
Han Xiu raised an eyebrow. "Sure."
Director Fan was stunned.
She sat up straight in disbelief, gripping the chair and peering at Han Xiu's expression. "Are you serious? A gentleman's word is his bond."
Han Xiu gripped the steering wheel and shrugged. "As long as you don't mind that I have a biological father, I'll be your son and take care of you in your old age."
"If I disliked you, I wouldn't have brought you into the National Security Bureau." Director Fan thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.
"It's a deal, you'll be my son, you can't go back on your word."
He was afraid that Han Xiu was teasing him, so he kept repeating it.
Han Xiu smiled and said, "No, I can't just say I'll be your son and then expect you to be my son."
Director Fan was satisfied. He leaned back, crossed his legs, and said, "I, Old Fan, am so grateful to have a son like you in my life."
"Tomorrow I'll go and show off in front of that clueless bastard Han Ming, hehe... I'll make that jerk so angry."
"And yours..."
As Han Xiu drove, listening to his rambling, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
Old Fan had no children in his life. It is said that he lost his fertility while fighting in battle when he was young, and he did not plan to get married so as not to delay others.
Later, the organization took care of his personal life and introduced him to his current wife, a military doctor who, like him, had lost the opportunity to have children because of the war.
Han Xiu pushed his stepmother to the ground, causing her to miscarry. Although Han Ming suppressed the matter, the organization could still find out if they wanted to.
Without Director Fan's promotion, he would never have been able to get into the National Security Bureau.
In his work, Director Fan is the guiding light that leads him forward.
In his personal life, Director Fan is like an old father who always has endless worries.
Han Xiu knew that his biggest regret in life was not having a child to take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days.
I've had the idea of becoming his son for many years.
There were just too many reasons why I hadn't said it out loud.
Initially, he was filled with hatred, and his only wish in this life was to kill that bitch and avenge his mother.
He was worried that his actions might have affected Director Fan.
People can change. Because of Director Fan and Zhu Yuqi, he changed his mind. Dying together with his mother wasn't the best solution. There were plenty of ways to deal with his stepmother.
Death is not scary; what is scary is living a life worse than death.
Han Xiu stared straight ahead at the road, and as his eyelashes trembled slightly, a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
The blade, tempered by ice, lies hidden beneath a calm exterior.
Despite having some concerns on his mind, Director Fan was overjoyed to suddenly have such a big son, and his steps were light and cheerful.
"Xiao Fan, you seem so happy today. Did you find some money on your way here?" Minister Chang noticed the undisguised joy on Director Fan's face, paused for a moment, then realized what he meant and teased him with a smile.
Director Fan's father and Minister Chang were comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side. Although his father had been dead for many years, the friendship between the two families had never been broken. He sat down without ceremony, saying, "It makes me happier than finding money."
Minister Chang perked up immediately, "What's the matter? Tell me so I can share in the joy!"
At this time, it's best to avoid anyone wanting to hear Director Fan share his thoughts.
He kept going on and on, repeating the same sentence ten times, as if afraid that Minister Chang hadn't heard it.
In short, I'm happy to have another son.
Minister Chang was happy for him, but he was being a bit too talkative. “Alright, alright, let’s have a family reunion banquet tomorrow, and I’ll come over and have a couple of drinks with you. Let’s get down to business now.”
Director Fan took a sip of tea, still savoring the moment, and said, "Alright, you're getting more and more impatient."
Minister Chang: "..."
A soft laugh rang out, and a tall, imposing figure walked in through the door.
The man brought a teapot and filled Director Fan's cup with tea. "Uncle Fan is right," he said. "My grandfather's patience is really getting worse every year."
Director Fan looked at the younger member of the Chang family and couldn't help but nod. "Xiao Yu is on vacation?"
Chang Yu nodded. "Yes, the tea is very hot, Uncle Fan, please be careful."
After saying that, he stepped back and sat down next to Han Xiu, not wanting to disturb their conversation.
"Comrade Han, I've long admired your name." Chang Yu took the initiative to extend his hand to greet Han Xiu, with a warm smile on his face. He had fair skin and a gentle demeanor, and no one would guess that he was a soldier.
Han Xiu reached out and shook hands with him. "Commander Chang, it should be me who has long admired your name."
Chang Yu smiled and said, "Comrade Han is too modest."
Although they had both heard of each other, this was actually their first time meeting.
Chang Yu is stationed in the south most of the year and rarely returns to Beijing. Even when he does return, he stays by Minister Chang's side. To outsiders, he is even more mysterious than Lu Yunzhang.
Chang Yu, now only twenty-eight, is already a regimental commander, and he and Lu Yunzhang are often compared by others.
However, it is obvious that Lu Yunzhang's future development will not be as good as Chang Yu's, as the Lu family, which is gradually withdrawing from the political center, remains at the center.
At this moment, Director Fan also mentioned to Minister Chang the news that Lin Xiaoxiao had sent back and her speculations.
After listening, Minister Chang pondered for a while and said, "If it is really as the young comrade speculates, that batch of military documents is just a smokescreen. Vietnam has probably already begun its pre-war preparations, ready to catch us off guard."
"This battle will eventually have to be fought."
Minister Chang sighed.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
