As time passed, the stockpiling of food and medicine went very smoothly, and the two major military regions in the south completely turned a blind eye to the unusual behavior of the Black Feather Chamber of Commerce.

During this period, Xia Feng took the initiative to contact General Gleason several times to hear his opinion.

....

Thinking back to what the general had said now, it is not difficult for Xia Feng to see that in fact, Gleeson had already foreseen today's scene.

Perhaps from the moment King Wilansen fell ill, the general had a premonition.

Gleeson had a hunch that the infected would become a "breakthrough" for fission, but he was not sure how, so Gleeson warned him not to deliberately provoke contradictions between ordinary people and infected people.

Gleason's hunch was right, but fortunately, the situation was not despairing, and the south was still the same south.

....

Sitting in the barbecue restaurant, Xia Feng dialed General Gleeson's personal line over and over again, but the officer who answered kept saying that the general was busy, either directing the border defense or reviewing the acting, and even often went outside the country.

Xia Feng made a phone call in the morning, noon and evening, but he still couldn't "catch" Gleason, and in desperation, he could only go to the strategic garrison city of the border military region, Yehua City.

....

2 days later.

When Xia Feng rushed to the military compound in Yehua City, he finally "caught" General Gleason in the evening hour.

General Gleason's office.

Windows damaged by the attack have been repaired, and the number of guards on duty 24 hours a day has been increased.

Sitting opposite, Gleason's eyes were still sharp, but on closer inspection, his pupils were bloodshot, and it could be seen that he had been very tired lately.

"Xia Feng, I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately, and I asked you to come here on purpose."

Xia Feng sat quietly opposite.

"General, you're welcome."

It was just the two of them in the office, and Gleason straightened up and leaned back in his chair, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Heh, I'm really polite, you kid, but you've never been polite to me."

....

Xia Feng recalled the bits and pieces of his acquaintance with Gleason, and the image of this small old man who was not tall but full of energy had been changing in his heart.

When he first learned that he was the commander-in-chief of the border military region, Xia Feng had always thought of using it.

But with more and more events, this exploitation gradually turns into trust, and in the end, even unconsciously becomes a kind of dependence.

Until the last royal court incident, all kinds of high-ranking officials and powers were deliberately targeting him, but General Gleeson shielded him from the wind and rain like a big umbrella when he was most helpless.

In the chaos, everyone will choose to protect themselves, this is human nature, just like Marenleg, because his brother is threatened, he will not hesitate to choose to betray his friends.

But General Gleeson didn't, and the existence of Black Feather may be very important in his heart, but this importance has not been reflected until now.

There was a moment when Xia Feng felt in a trance that General Gleason really regarded him as a junior, a relative, or even an inheritor.

Just like when a father is in danger, he will do his best to protect his child.

....

In the office, the two of them looked at each other and seemed to be a little emotional.

Xia Feng is not a subordinate, and Gleason is not a boss, they are just friends in different circumstances, but they are tightly entangled with each other.

"Xia Feng, I haven't drunk for a long time, can you have a drink with me."

"I can't ask for it."

Gleason took out an open bottle from under his desk, not Victoria's red wine, but a pale yellow spirit.

Barely trying to find two cups of different sizes, Gleason filled them to the brim.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit rudimentary, I've never had a drink with friends in the office."

Xia Feng took off the scarf and put it aside casually.

"For me, being able to drink with the general, even in the wilderness, is better than the palace garden."

Gleason smiled.

"Heh, you kid, you really have a temper with me, come, go one."

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A glass of wine goes down the stomach, and a feeling of dryness rises from the stomach.

Xia Feng didn't know how to drink, but at this moment, he seemed to understand the bitterness contained in wine.

....

Under the backdrop of the atmosphere, they temporarily put aside the crisis of the situation and even chatted about family life.

Putting down the wine glass, Gleason's face was a little vicissitudes, for some reason, he seemed to be a little different tonight.

Gleason sighed lightly.

"Xia Feng, you may not know, in fact, I have no children in my life, and now at this age, heh, sometimes I really can't help but feel a little lonely."

"General, have you never been married?"

"It was, but it was a long, long time ago."

Xia Feng knew that this topic should not be deepened, so he changed the conversation.

"I think that in life, sometimes the so-called blood relationship may not be the only twist, let go of obsession, in fact, there are many people around you who are worth cherishing."

"Yes, you're right."

General Gleeson filled each other's glasses again and said wistfully.

"I have people I cherish, in fact, I have always treated Mesa as a daughter, and I have never let her out of my sight since she left Lentinium and came to the south, even though she has her own biological father."

Xia Feng didn't expect Gleason to value Meisha so much.

He remembered that Meisha had said that her father had always asked her to return to the Imperial General Army, but General Gleeson insisted on not letting her leave, and even forcibly placed her in Black Feather as an overseer.

Now it seems that Gleason is willing to hand over Mesha, who is regarded as a daughter, to a gangster organization, which is also a great trust.

....

After three rounds of drinking, General Gleason said a lot.

But no matter what you say, it has nothing to do with the current situation, just like an old man who chatters about the past with his juniors.

After a long time, the wine bottle had bottomed out, and Xia Feng asked tentatively.

"General, you ..... Isn't it too much to drink. ”

People don't admit that they drank too much when they drank too much, but sometimes, people get drunk when they don't get drunk, and being drunk and being "drunk" are two different things.

Gleason let go of his empty glass and laughed to himself.

"Maybe, I seem to be really drunk."

Seeing Xia Feng's somewhat worried look, Gleason waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I'm drunk with memories, and sober is the future."

....

Gleason knew that Xia Feng hadn't come to him to listen to his nagging.

"Alright, that's all for gossip, it's time to get down to business."

"Okay."

Subsequently, Xia Feng described what he experienced in the Yuan Council, including a series of actions in which he voluntarily gave up his aristocratic status and trampled on Frey's face.

When he returned to the south, he began to collect a large amount of grain, including some of his speculations and concerns.

Gleason listened quietly to Xia Feng the whole time, and his expression did not change.

It's like all these things were expected by him.