District 9

It's about ten o'clock in the morning.

Yuan Ke rushed out of Fengbei in a car, constantly urging the driver: "Hurry up, please, hurry up..."

…

About half an hour later, inside the training hospital building.

Lao Ma had been pushed out by the military doctor and thrown directly into the empty and unused ward, while Guan Qi was still being treated.

In the hall downstairs, Fatty Xing was wearing a windbreaker and striding out his palm: "Hello, hello, sorry for the trouble."

A sergeant reached out and shook Fatty Xing's hand, then immediately moved away from the stairs and said, "Yuan Hua is on the third floor."

"Don't look at him first, let me look at the old man."

"Oh, he's on the fourth floor."

"Are you awake? Can we talk?" Fatty Xing asked.

"His injuries are not considered critical. He can talk." The sergeant nodded.

"Trouble."

"It's okay, I'm just following orders, haha." The sergeant led Fatty Xing upstairs.

A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the idle ward. Fatty Xing entered with his second son and Peter, while the others stood outside the door and waited.

Indoors, Lao Ma looked pale, holding a drip bottle, eyes wide open, and lying quietly on the bed.

Fatty Xing took off his leather gloves and patted Old Ma on the shoulder: "Haha, the old guy has a strong body!"

"I've never beaten a capitalist." Lao Ma responded with a sigh.

Fatty Xing walked to the bed with his hands behind his back and looked down at Lao Ma: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you, let's get to the point."

"Say what?"

"Don't act stupid, where is my son?" Fatty Xing asked.

Lao Ma turned to look at Fatty Xing, grinned and replied, "I'll ask you a few questions first, and then we'll get down to business."

Fatty Xing frowned: "Okay, you ask."

"The cost of your medicine is the same as mine. Why do you sell it so expensive?" Lao Ma asked.

"No, my costs and yours are different." Fatty Xing shook his head and replied: "You make fire alone and eat for the whole family. But I make money alone and have to raise the middle and upper gods. How can the costs be the same? ?”

Lao Ma thought carefully and replied, "Okay, I admit it."

"What else do you want to ask?"

"You want to make money to support the three-way gods, so we poor people also need to eat? I sell goods in Songjiang. Although the price is cheap, the quantity of goods is limited, and I have never taken the initiative to steal your market before... ...But why don’t you even give me a chance to survive?” Lao Ma raised his head and asked, “Do we have to kill them all?”

Fatty Xing's eyes were impatient. He lowered his head and considered it for a long time before he responded without any emotion: "What I'm afraid of is not the little money you make, but that we will lose our reputation because of your cheapness. This is not allowed by the company. .”

"You cooperate with local gangs, sell high-priced drugs, suck the blood of the slums, and then support those corrupt officials. Do you have the nerve to talk to me about your reputation?"

"No way, for businessmen, there is no difference between clean money and bloody money." Fatty Xing responded expressionlessly: "For me, I only guarantee the interests of the company. What you do, If it affects us, and then we can’t reach an agreement, then we must separate the male from the female.”

"Do you think I'm not qualified to negotiate terms now that I'm in your hands?" Lao Ma asked.

Fatty Xing smiled: "Actually, I don't even need to talk to you. I just need to call your family and tell them that you are with me, and then my son will come back naturally."

"Haha!" Lao Ma laughed when he heard this.

Fatty Xing frowned and looked at the old man: "Do you know why you lost?"

Lao Ma was silent.

"Because you haven't understood this era, or what role businessmen should play today." Fatty Xing walked in the house and narrated softly: "A few guns, a few desperate horsemen, a group of coaxing You sick fellows who sell low-priced medicines, do you think you can start a business? You think too simply!"

"I think your thinking is too simple." Lao Ma replied calmly.

…

downstairs.

Yuan Ke stepped into the hall and rushed to the reception desk with panic eyes: "Hello, may I ask, which ward is Yuan Hua in?"

"On the third floor." The other party raised his head and responded.

After Yuan Ke heard the sound, he rushed upstairs as fast as possible.

Tens of seconds later, in the corridor on the third floor, Yuan Ke shouted with a pale face: "Brother Bald...!"

"This way."

The bald man ran out of the branch corridor and waved his hand at Yuan Ke.

Yuan Ke rushed over and asked breathlessly: "Is he in this emergency room?"

"Yes, come in quickly." The bald man dragged Yuan Ke and pushed him to the door of the emergency room.

Yuan Ke clenched his fists, pushed the door open and entered, looking up at the hospital bed.

"Who are you?" the surgeon asked.

"I'm his biological brother."

"...You are here." The surgeon took off his mask and came over, saying briefly: "We have tried our best to delay it."

Yuan Ke's brain roared when he heard the sound.

On the hospital bed, Yuan Hua's neck shook and he turned his head to look at his brother at the door.

Yuan Ke stared at him blankly, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Yuan Hua raised his arms and muttered softly and intermittently: "...Xiao...Xiao Ke...you are right...Brother, you are wrong."

Yuan Ke burst into tears when he heard the sound and rushed over.

"Take good care of the company, don't treat those who have been with me badly... The Yuan family... you have the final say from now on..." Yuan Hua slowly closed his eyes, and his arms instantly drooped: "I... I saw our dad Damn it.”

"Didi!"

A burst of electronic sound sounded, and the heartbeat chart straightened instantly.

"elder brother!!"

Yuan Ke knelt in front of the bed, his suppressed emotions burst out instantly, his whole body twitching and crying bitterly.

…

On the fourth floor, in an idle ward.

Fatty Xing looked down at Lao Ma, frowned and asked, "How about it? Do you want to say it yourself, or should I contact your family?"

"Fat Xing, are you sure of everything you do?"

"I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

"Haha." Lao Ma smiled, looked at Fatty Xing and said, "There is one thing you are definitely not sure about."

After Fatty Xing pondered for a long time, he completely lost his patience and turned around and walked towards the door: "Old Ma, from now on, I don't need you to say anything."

"Boss Xing, we are definitely not going back with your son. If you insist on seeing him, I can tell you where he is buried now." Lao Ma said calmly while lying on the hospital bed.

Fatty Xing turned around when he heard the sound and responded with a smile: "Are you playing this trick with me?"

"He is dead. The day we met at the Ninth District Memorial Square, I killed him with my own hands. I have witnesses...in the training ground." Lao Ma turned around, stared at Fatty Xing and said, "You My son is not a good thing either. At my age, it would not be a loss to take him away."

When Fatty Xing heard these words, his entire face had turned pale, and he was no longer as calm and calm as before.

"What is this? This is retribution. This is the consequence of not treating people as human beings!" Lao Ma said again in a hoarse voice.