Nan Guixin's 3,000 boxes of drugs had been destroyed. She was so angry that she couldn't eat for a few days. She secretly scolded the young marshal for his absurd behavior. Because of the young marshal's identity, the old fox could only swallow his anger and give up.
The two 'battle results' were not that great, but in the eyes of those who were interested, they had a different meaning.
All the major news agencies were mobilized when they heard the news. They were afraid that the world would not be in chaos. The literati waved their pens and knives, and a few lengthy headlines were reported. The entire West City was in an uproar.
"The young marshal of the West City seized the drugs!”
"The young marshal is personally coming! What do you want?"
"Yan Shao Shuai has changed! Interfering with the West City's Six Political Affairs!"
Considering the marshal's face, the newspaper office was mostly ambiguous and neutral, leaving all the comments to the people.
Cutting off a person's source of wealth was like killing one's parents, even if it was ill-gotten wealth.
Those who made their fortune in the western part of the city by relying on foreign cigarettes were just short of scolding the young people behind their backs. The small smoking dens were even more quiet. They all hid, feeling fear and hatred in their hearts.
There were also quite a few who had been tortured and were grateful to the young commander. Most of them still maintained the mentality of watching a show.
Yan Zhiguo finally had a few days of leisure. The system was very generous with the train station. The young man opened the system and couldn't help but smile.
[Host: Yan Zhiguo]
Yan Zhiguo wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. After checking it carefully, he put away the system and tidied up before going to the living room.
"Look, my son has become a celebrity!"
The marshal smiled bitterly, but there was a hint of relief in his helplessness. Yan Zhiguo grinned, not caring at all.
"Look, no one's talking about you now, right?"
The marshal didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Nan Guixin had been running to the marshal's residence a lot in the past few days. Although she didn't say it, the meaning she expressed was self-evident.
A tiger father does not have a dog son. As a father, most of them hope that their son will become a dragon.
Yan Xishan patted the young man's shoulder and said in a serious tone,
"Son! The family business that I built is yours in the end! Since you have decided to devote yourself to Tan Shui of the West District! You must be careful of your opponent! Remember! Remember!"
An old man and a young man showed the warm scene of a loving father and filial son. During this time, Yan Zhiguo did a comprehensive analysis of the situation in West City.
It was probably to show the marshal that the current situation was far from being as calm as it seemed, but in fact, there were undercurrents everywhere.
The ban on smoking was only the first move. As the West City's reform became more and more intense and the progress accelerated, it might cause a terrible situation where the people were boiling with resentment.
For this reason, the young marshal was extremely " considerate " as he patted his chest and took over the " mess ". The marshal gave his son a one-word order to show his support.
Yan Zhiguo wasn't satisfied with this. He tried his best to persuade his father to deduct a portion of his finances.
In response, the marshal could only say with a bitter smile,
"You brat, you really can think of something."
Soon, two notices swept through the West District.
A letter appointing the young marshal Yan Zhiguo as the " Director of the Supervision Department " did not have any real power, but smart people could smell something different.
Nan Guixin raised her foot and kicked the table in front of her. The poor wooden table suffered an unexpected disaster and fell to the ground.
"Young Marshal is muddle-headed! The marshal was also messing around! Is that reasonable?"
The construction of the ban on smoking, the marshal's house took the lead and did not dare to disobey.
The small head was generous, but where did the big head's money come from? It was still the big shots from the various states.
What made Nan Guixin even more furious was that this bullshit no-smoking place had just been built in Jinnan.
Nan Guixin knew very well what kind of people those people in Jinnan were. The two managers controlled the finances, so how could they deduct even half a cent of money and food? At that time, wouldn't he have to fill the gap?
The rice had already become porridge, and the matter was already set in stone. No matter how angry Nan Guixin was, there was nothing she could do. She could only try her best to find a better plan to deal with the young marshal.
Yan Zhiguo returned to his room and called up the system again.
[Identity Card: Du Yan Introduction: Senior doctor, good at physics, anti-drug, calm.]
[Identity Card: Mo Ling Description: Top-notch psychologist, good at psychotherapy, gentle and kind.]
[Material Card: Tranquilizer *3000, auxiliary police *100, various supplies * 1,000]
[Special Reward: Blueprint of the Drug Control Center *1]
The young man wasn't acting on a whim. It was better to close down the smokehouses than to close them down. No matter how many smokehouses were closed down, they would only meet the system's prodigal requirements. However, the West District was in a mess. That wasn't the situation that Yan Zhiguo wanted.
The system had activated the hidden mission to ban smoking, and Yan Zhiguo had also embarked on the main mission to ban smoking. For this reason, he had to use his strength to block and block at the same time.
The Western City cigarettes shocked the whole country. Every household was short of smoking. If they wanted to change the current situation, the young people had a long way to go.
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