Chapter 1062: Chapter 1050: Return to Sunan The development of Wu Li on the WZ side is also quite good. After a financial onslaught forcefully expanded his influence significantly, Wu Li gradually integrated into the core circle of the Wen Commerce Association. Previously mentioned, behind the Wen Commerce Association is the backing of the Zhou family. However, a background is just a background, which only means that there are many people within the Wen Commerce Association who are pro-Zhou family. Besides those pro-Zhou, there are naturally those self-made or bosses from other places who have come to WZ to invest and make money. Wu Li now holds such an identity, of course, now Wu Li cannot be called Wu Li anymore; he has an entirely different name. After reading Wu Li’s information, Song Yun rubbed his forehead. Everything is now progressing in a positive direction. Many things seemed complicated during the initial consideration, but when you actually do them, it feels like the boat naturally straightens when it reaches the bridge. The car moved slowly, and in Song Yun’s mind, a picture began to form. This is a complete map of Shen Zhou. In the Northeastern Three Provinces, and even over in Siberia, these are the areas of influence of Song Kunlun. And such a powerful sphere of influence makes Mr. Song almost certain that Song Kunlun arranged for people to carry out assassinations on the main branch of his family, but he still cannot carry out any effective counterattack on Song Kunlun. One reason is the lack of effective evidence, and another is that Song Kunlun is too powerful. A powerful Song Kunlun, in itself, is a very handy weapon for the Song Family. If Mr. Song were to lay hands on Song Kunlun, then, regardless of success or failure, the Song Family would suffer greatly. And surrounding the Beijing Song Family are the Zhao, Li, and Zhou families, along with Mr. Ma from the National Security Bureau and Mr. Hou, whom he has never met. Below them are the various familial power distributions, then the Green Sect in Pudong, below that the Wen Commerce Association, followed by the Shura Alliance, and further down are the three major powers of the Pearl River Delta. These various powers were depicted in different colors in Song Yun’s mind, forming a tangible distribution map. Song Yun’s thoughts rapidly unfolded within these distribution maps. He didn’t know how long had passed. The car slowly came to a stop. The airport, had been reached. This time, Song Yun was to board the Shura Alliance’s exclusive plane, which, of course, also serves as Song Yun’s private aircraft, called Project Shura, purchased by Zhao Yan. This is a medium-sized business jet, which, after being modified under Zhao Yan’s arrangement, appears very luxurious and comfortable inside. No one came to see Song Yun off. Song Yun boarded the plane, walked into the cabin, found a seat, and then called Xuanwu. On the phone, Song Yun simply urged Xuanwu to intensify efforts to help the people of Xiangyang Village become prosperous, as the GZ Province borders YN, and in GZ Province, Xuanwu’s face is quite valuable. Xuanwu naturally agreed with Song Yun and asked Song Yun to think of him whenever there was any good thing. After the two casually chatted for a bit, Song Yun hung up the phone. The plane slowly took off. Song Yun made no stops and drove directly to a nearby port in the Sunan area. A yacht was slowly docking. Standing at the dock, once the yacht docked, Song Yun saw about a dozen or so men of average appearance walking up to him. Leading them was a person whom Song Yun had met long ago, Jack. “These are the latest fifteen best members of the Spider Web,” Jack stood in front of Song Yun and said. “Thank you.” Song Yun nodded, glanced at the fifteen people. These were another batch of outstanding members trained by Song Yun in the overseas organization called Spider Web. The loyalty of these people is beyond doubt because they have all been specially brainwashed. Now Song Yun needs to start expanding aggressively, so manpower, especially elite ones, is very important. If Song Yun had a hundred or eighty thousand masters, there would be no need to use schemes to deal with others; he could swing his arm, and masters would swarm like locusts and instantly annihilate any gang. These people were assigned by Song Yun to various posts in the Shura Alliance, mostly responsible for combat, because any organization needs some people who can hold the fort. After finishing this task, Song Yun rushed back to the Shura Alliance headquarters. Although Zhao Yan had provided Song Yun with information, many things could not be discerned just from the materials. So once arriving at the Shura Alliance headquarters, Song Yun immediately organized a meeting. This meeting lasted until seven or eight o’clock in the evening before it was over. After the meeting concluded, Song Yun could finally rest. He called Qingluan, only to be told that Qingluan was out of town and would return tomorrow. While wondering who to contact next, Song Yun received a call from Lin Yu. Song Yun was puzzled about why there were so many calls now that he had just returned to Sunan. It seemed he only called his few women so far, and he hadn’t informed the others. Lin Yu’s call to Song Yun wasn’t about anything major. Just to check if Song Yun had returned to Sunan, to which Song Yun replied, “Just got back.” “Hey, did you miss me?” Lin Yu asked over the phone. Song Yun was wondering why Lin Yu was acting so familiar with him when he heard Lin Yu say, “Got time tonight? Let’s go out for a while.” It’s known that the words “sit” and “do” sound the same, so Lin Yu’s words to Song Yun sounded a bit ambiguous. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net “Where do you want to sit?” Song Yun checked the time, it was just eight o’clock, still early. “Anywhere, I just got off work and was on a show tonight,” Lin Yu said, “Do you have time? Can you come over to pick me up?” Song Yun thought he had nothing to do now, so he said, “Alright, be downstairs in fifteen minutes.” Fifteen minutes later, driving an Audi Q7, Song Yun arrived outside the provincial station building. At the entrance of the station, dressed in ultra-thin black silk with a tight mini skirt, Lin Yu looked extremely captivating, especially those legs, straight like a pair of compasses, tempting one to want to hold and play. A breeze blew, causing Lin Yu to instinctively shrink her neck. Though it’s the south, the weather could sometimes be a tad chilly. Seeing the Q7 coming, Lin Yu glanced at the driver’s seat for a while. Upon seeing Song Yun, she smiled, clutching her small bag, and walked over. Song Yun parked the car, Lin Yu opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat. “Where to?” Song Yun asked as he restarted the car.