District 9

At around ten o'clock in the evening, on the first floor of Mingyuan Trading Company in Jiangnan District, seven or eight men were drinking and chatting around the table.

"Mingfei, I see why your elder brother is not very concerned about Sun Zongbin's election?" A strong man on the left asked in a low voice.

"Sun Zongbin is lucky enough to be selected, but he is obsessed with it?" A young man in his twenties replied with a blushing face.

The strong man heard this and was confused: "Then he can't be chosen, why are we putting so much effort into it? What's the point of doubting it? We give away things for free every day and smash the floats on the opposite side."

"You don't understand. Sun Zongbin is backed by the Bai family. Even if he can't be elected, Old Baitou doesn't want that Director Li to come to power smoothly. The most important thing is that the competition for the chief councilor is a matter of face. The Bai family is in Jiangnan To be honest, there is no movement at all, and outsiders must not think that they are finished." Mingfei explained eloquently: "What's more, although the old man doesn't care about this matter, we can't help but express our position. My eldest brother I have said that no matter what step Sun Zongbin takes, we will support him unconditionally. We will try our best to make some noise for him, for no other reason than to be happy with Old Baitou."

"...The licking is perfect." Someone next to him immediately commented with a thumbs up.

"Then you have to lick it. If Old Baitou says one more word, our company will have new customers." Ming Fei sipped his white wine and responded in a straightforward manner.

The strong man on the left thought about it for a long time, but shook his head frequently: "I still think that since we know that we can't be selected, there is no point in making the scene so big. Think about it, during this period of time, we only send fuel to the voters. For rice, you have to spend at least half a million, right? Although this money is given by the Bai family, it is not worth the money, it is too much. "

"Ignorance." Mingfei pointed at the strong man and commented succinctly: "Your biggest problem is ignorance."

"Why am I stupid?"

"The person standing behind Sun Zongbin is the Bai family. Even a three-year-old child in Jiangnan District knows this. Although he can't choose, who doesn't know that these things are sent by the Bai family?!" Mingfei reached out and knocked on the table. He said with bright eyes: "Do you think the old man is mentally ill and is throwing money away for nothing? I tell you, they are using the election to buy votes from the people and the masses. Why? Because of Wu Wensheng's incident , their reputation is a bit bad, so he wants to pull back the influence. If you think about it again, why has the Bai family been so influential in Jiangnan since the establishment of District 9? Is that an accident? "

The strong man was silent.

"Hey, the old man is too old, otherwise my brother said he could run for mayor." Mingfei pretended to be mature and sighed: "Time is not forgiving!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the front door of the company was suddenly kicked open, and Ma Laoer led a dozen people and rushed in with a roar.

"Kang!"

Liu Zishu fired a shot at the ceiling and shouted expressionlessly: "Lower your heads."

"do not move."

"cnm, didn't you hear me asking you to bow your head?"

"...!"

A dozen strong young men came forward with knives and guns. While forcing the people at the table, they took the backs of the knives and smashed them with the handles of the guns.

"What do you mean?" Mingfei asked with a shocked expression as his head was pressed, "Brother, what's the festival?"

"You smashed my car, don't you know who I am?" Ma Laoer walked over and asked.

Ming Fei heard this and looked at the strong man on the left, who whispered back: "He is Ma Lao Er."

Mingfei was stunned.

"I ignored you once or twice, and you're not done yet, are you?" Ma Laoer walked to the dining table, lowered his head and asked, "Who smashed the float?"

Seven or eight people sat in their original positions with their heads down, without saying a word.

"Where's the courage? Where's the slogan?" Ma Laoer lowered his head and lit a cigarette, then reached out and kicked Ming Fei on the waist and asked, "Why don't you speak now? Ah?!"

"I just came back and I don't know anything." Ming Fei frowned and replied.

"Ah, that means no one admits it." Ma Laoer took a puff of cigarette, put his left hand on the top of Mingfei's head, raised his head and asked Liu Zishu, "Is he Yin Mingfei?"

"Yes." Liu Zishu nodded.

"No one admits it, then I'll go find Big Brother." Ma Laoer took a step back and ordered briefly: "I will buy a new car, but I will vent my anger on him. Break him!"

When Liu Zishu heard the sound, he lowered the muzzle of his gun and stared at him, ready to hold fire.

"do not move."

The strong man on the left suddenly stood up and looked at Ma Laoer with a slightly pale face: "I broke the car, how do you want to fix it?"

"Did you smash it?" Ma Laoer walked over and asked with a sullen face.

"Yes, I smashed it."

"Which hand did you hit it with?"

"Both hands were smashed, what happened?" The strong man squinted his eyes and responded in a strong tone.

"Haha." Ma Laoer smiled and turned around.

"Hooraa!"

Three or four young men stepped forward and directly pressed the strong man's upper body and two arms onto the table.

Mingfei looked at Ma Laoer with a gloomy face: "Are you playing dirty tricks on the conflicts on the ground?"

"You are not playing dirty tricks, why did you smash my car?!" Ma Laoer stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pull Ming Fei's head and cursed: "The three congressmen who voted for us all had their doors painted with red paint. Throw it away, aren't you just playing dirty tricks? If you want to do it, just come to me and it's over. Why are you harming people's votes?"

Mingfei turned to look at the strong man who was being held down.

"Knife." Ma Laoer shouted.

Next to him, a young man handed over a thick-backed Nibel machete vertically.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"...Crack!"

Ma Laoer took the knife and slashed three times at the strong man's right wrist without stopping, cutting off the palm of his hand.

"ah!!!"

The strong man held back his screams at first, but the moment his hand and wrist were separated, his bones cracked and he felt pain instantly. He was howling with a ferocious expression and his body was struggling violently.

"Aren't you tough? Don't you use two hands to smash the car? Then call me JB!" Ma Laoer waved his hand and shouted: "Here, hold down your other hand."

"You're done, aren't you?!" Mingfei yelled with his eyes wide open.

Ma Laoer heard the sound and pointed the tip of the knife at Mingfei's cheek: "Come on, tell me, are you okay?!"

Mingfei clenched his fists, turned his head and glanced at the strong man with a severed hand. After a long silence, he nodded: "Okay, I admit, I can't."

"Hey, you know you can't do it, so you can." Ma Laoer patted Ming Fei's cheek with the back of his knife, reached out to pick up the strong man's severed wrist, and threw it into the steaming pot on the table.

The strong man couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.

Ma Laoer threw the knife to the brother next to him, pointed at Mingfei and said: "If you want to run for election, you have your job and I have mine. If you don't mess with me, I will ignore you. But you must If you touch porcelain, I will kill you."

After saying that, Ma Laoer turned around and left.

…

ten minutes later.

Ma Laoer got into his car, and after giving red envelopes to his brother who came to work with him, he took Uncle Liu to continue giving gifts.

in the car.

Ma Laoer, who had called Qin Yu before going, called him again after finishing everything.

"Hello?"

"I'm done," Ma Laoer said softly, "I chopped off one of his hands."

"Is our brother okay?"

"No, I will continue to give gifts."

"Okay, when you're done tonight, come to my place."

"Okay."

The two only chatted briefly on the phone before hanging up the phone.

With this simple move, you can actually see the changes in Ma Laoer. Because what he wanted to do before, he would go there immediately, but after he came back this time, when he encountered something, he would always ask Qin Yu first, then Liu Zishu, and finally he would decide whether to do something or not.

When people grow up, they always have to pay some price. Unfortunately, Ma Laoer's price is heavier. But fortunately, he survived and survived.

…

Two days later, on the Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire Songjiang lit up.

Qin Yu took the lead and called Lao Mao, Zhu Wei, Ma Laoer, and Qi Lin who had just returned from outside the district, as well as newcomers Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, and many brothers in the team who were not on duty, and went to the soil together. Get together on the street.

Qin Yu is not particularly excited about the Chinese New Year, but he feels that the year is over and friends and brothers have experienced a lot together, so they should get together, have fun, and make a summary.