District 9

Less than two minutes after Qin Yu hung up the phone, Ma Laoer called him.

"Hello?"

"Brother, can you feel sorry for me and don't let me talk to that idiot again?" Ma Laoer said speechlessly: "We have broken up, why do you want me to call him?"

"If you are asked to fight, you will fight." Qin Yu frowned and replied, "I have arrangements."

"Oh, I'm really convinced." Ma Laoer replied with some collapse: "Okay, I'll contact him."

"good."

After the words fell, the two ended the call.

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Inside the hospital.

Fatty Bi was lying on the bed and asked the little nurse in a sultry tone: "Sister, you keep giving me injections every day. When can you let me give you an injection?"

The nurse looked at him with bored eyes, and deliberately stabbed his blood vessel with the needle very hard: "You are old and your blood vessels are very thin. Eat more celery if you have nothing to do."

"Dip Lingling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Fatty Bi answered.

"If Wei Kun doesn't mention leaving, I'll give you another five hundred thousand, okay?" Ma Laoer's voice sounded.

Fatty Bi was stunned for a moment, and replied with a sneer: "I told you even when I was riding a horse, but you spoke too quietly, so I couldn't hear you."

"Okay, then I'll take some time to make some noise and you can listen to it." Ma Laoer replied softly and hung up the phone.

On the hospital bed, Fatty Bi patted his big belly, curled his lips and said to the person next to him: "These idiots really think they can do it. I don't know how many departments in Fengbei are ready to deal with them!"

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five minutes later.

After Qin Yu received Ma Laoer's text message, he asked Fu Xiaohao to inform Zhu Wei and hand Wei Kun over to the police from Fengbei.

Surrendering is a forced choice. Although the regional police superintendent has great discretion, after all, the highest organization in the police system is the General Police Department. Even if Qin Yu had a hundred military and political troops standing behind him, it would be impossible for him to directly disobey orders and confront the General Administration. It doesn't make sense and it won't accomplish anything.

The police officers from Fengbei Huangling District stayed in the black street for less than half an hour before taking Wei Kun and other suspects away and taking the light rail train back to Fengbei.

Niu Hai and the people in Wei Kun's living village received the news that day, but they were unable to do anything else. It's not easy for anyone on Qin Yu's side to come forward, let alone his group.

Since the expansion of Xinyuan District, various bloody incidents on the ground have occurred almost every day. There are many small teams that work step by step and fire off a few shots every now and then. Killing people is nothing new, but there are still many people who are at large.

But Wei Kun only fired one shot, but even Qin Yu couldn't protect him. The people's unwillingness to fight with the officials was vividly reflected at this moment.

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After Wei Kun was taken away, nearly a month passed. Lao Bi was discharged from the hospital. Xinyuan District was still bustling with construction projects, and everyone in the circle seemed to have forgotten about the conflict.

At noon that day, Lao Bi had dinner with several small bosses of the construction company and returned to his company early. But as soon as he entered the lobby, he saw a group of plainly dressed and slovenly people sitting on the sofa area on the left. workers.

"Hurry up, or I'll ask the superintendent's people to come over." The security guard shouted in an intimidating manner, holding a baton.

"You can look for it if you want." The leading worker turned around and spat on the ground: "We are collecting money normally. Which law are we breaking?"

"You can't talk to me about asking for money, but you definitely can't stay here." The security guard frowned and yelled: "Get up and leave quickly!"

When Fatty Bi heard the quarrel, he immediately asked the person in charge in the lobby, "What's wrong, is this?"

"A person from a small construction company in Pingdao District asked us to settle the payment today. If we don't pay, we will stay here and not leave." The person in charge replied softly.

Fatty Bi glanced at the workers coldly, frowned and ordered: "Call the superintendent's people and ask them to take them away."

"Okay, I'll fight right now."

"Hurry up and get out of here, what's it like being stuck here!" Fatty Bi said, turned around and went to the elevator.

Half an hour later, people from the Xinyuan District Superintendent of Police came out to persuade the people who wanted to pay, but they refused to cooperate and made no noise or noise. They just gathered people and sat at the front door of the company, shouting that they wanted Bi Pang's company to pay. Pay back the money.

The police officer tried to pull the leading worker, but before he could reach out his hand, he fell to the ground with a grunt. Then everyone yelled at the police to beat him, and kept recording the video.

The Xinyuan District police officer didn't bother to deal with this kind of direct economic dispute. After a few words of advice to no avail, he drove away.

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upstairs.

When Fatty Bi was looking for connections to continue to get the project, the secretary came in and said softly: "The superintendent's people are here, but they have no effect. The people gathered together and refused to leave... No one was recruited. .”

Fatty Bi was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with that? They are gathering a crowd to make trouble. If the police come and arrest two of them, won't they disperse?"

"The problem is that the people from the Xinyuan District Superintendent are not willing to help us arrest them." The secretary replied softly: "When I talk to them, they criticize me with noses that are not noses and faces that are not faces, saying that we should not be old people. Can we gather a crowd here to collect debts?"

Fatty Bi was stunned for a long time, and then he suddenly said: "Ah, I forgot, Old Feng from Xinyuan District is Qin Yu's master. There is a reason why these idiots don't help."

"Then what do you think of this matter?" the secretary asked.

Fatty Bi picked up the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and said: "These stupid workers just need to be dealt with. They always threaten to make trouble like this! The more this happens, the less money I will give them! You go find Wuzi, Let them handle this!"

"Okay!" The secretary nodded.

"Well, go ahead." Fatty Bi waved his hand.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Fatty Bi went to an entertainment city in Jiangnan District to talk about something.

At the same time, more than 30 people came out of the Xinyuan District construction site, drove seven or eight off-road vehicles, and rushed to Pingdao District.

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maritime.

A huge cargo ship with the words "Nanhu Military Industry" on it is slowly heading towards District 7.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed on the sea.

"Bang, bang bang!"

Ten seconds later, a flare exploded in the sky on the left!

In the cockpit, the first mate took the intercom and shouted: "Lookout, is there any movement on the left?"

"Yes, there is a stationary hovercraft that fired a signal flare into the sky!" The lookout replied on the intercom channel: "It seems that someone is in trouble, and there is a distress sign on the ship!"

"Let's go take a look at the boat!" the first mate replied concisely.

On the sea.

Lin Chengdong was shivering from the cold, but he looked at the giant ship with excited eyes, as if he saw the hope of new life...

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There is another chapter around 8:30.