District 9

While Qin Yu was busy fooling around in Jiangzhou, the Third Young Master's team was also having frequent problems in Songjiang, so both groups were currently filling holes, re-adjusting their ideas and accumulating strength. But at this moment, a big storm that no one noticed was brewing silently.

…

Two days later, at around eight o'clock in the evening, in the study room of Xiaohu's house.

After my father drank a cup of strong tea, he closed the computer, raised his head and shouted at the door: "Come in."

Xiaohu, who had just been called back home, opened the door and entered, looking at his father with a little fear in his eyes and said, "Dad, are you looking for me?"

The father raised his head and glanced at Xiaohu, and asked expressionlessly: "What have you been busy with these two days?"

Xiaohu walked to the desk and didn't even dare to sit down. He just stood and said, "I'm still discussing the pharmaceutical company with the mistress."

"How is this going?" Father stepped in and asked.

Xiaohu was stunned for a moment and replied: "It's going very smoothly. Xiaosan has already contacted the supplier. We are currently discussing the details and evaluating the investment budget..."

The father frowned, sighed and cursed: "Which fucking year's newspaper are you reading with me?"

Xiaohu was stunned for a moment after being scolded, and he asked slightly dully: "What...what's wrong?"

"What happened at Xiaosan's house? Do you know?" the father asked.

When Xiaohu heard this, he thought carefully for three or four seconds before replying with uneasy eyes: "There is nothing wrong with his family. I just heard that his cousin gave birth to a baby..."

"Snapped!"

The father suddenly jumped up, shouted in Xiaohu's face with a big mouth: "I see you are about to have a baby!"

Xiaohu was beaten so hard that he was completely confused and at a loss.

Xiaohu is just a little arrogant on the outside, but in fact he is not a brainless person. He has enough academic qualifications and is somewhat professional in the investment field. But I don't know why when I see my father, I don't know how to do it at all, and my whole person exudes fear from the bottom of my bones.

"Your mother gave you so much money, and you finally gave me one. The mistress's cousin is about to give birth to a baby? What do you do for food?!" the father asked with squinting eyes.

"Dad, I don't know what you mean." Xiaohu replied with his face aggrieved.

"What do you mean?!" his father shouted with his hands behind his back: "Xiao San and his uncle died in Jiangzhou, and you don't even know?"

Xiaohu was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't know that Xiaosan's uncle was dead. Because since the shooting incident, he was nursing his arm injury, and he was also in a very low mood. He always felt that he had lost face in the circle by apologizing to Zhang Liang, so he had been hiding in the city for the past two days. No one left the apartment. Xiao San was also deliberately hiding the news, so he had no idea about Ding Mao's death.

"The mistress has taken so much money from you, and you don't even know his current basic situation. What the hell are you doing?" The father asked angrily: "Have you done a project risk assessment? The return on investment ratio, Have you ever thought about it? For every money taken from here, do you know where he spent it? Huh?!"

"Dad, didn't you say at the beginning that the money I gave to the mistress was a political investment, and I could not consider the return for the time being? So I..."

"Temporary, do you know what is temporary? You can ask for nothing in return at the moment, but what about the future?" The father interrupted simply and rudely: "If the money is spent, what will it look like in three years? Where will you be in five years? , have you ever thought about it? Even if the pharmaceutical factory is really built, what position should you have and what role should you play? Do you have any plans in mind? "

Xiaohu was speechless.

"You and he were fucking drunk all day long, playing with women, squandering money, and calling each other brothers, but now such a crucial thing has happened, and you don't know. Is this shit in your head?!" The father trembled with anger: "You don't know that the supplier negotiation in Jiangzhou collapsed; you don't know that Xiaosan's uncle is dead either. All you know is that when he called you, you gave him money like a fool! "

"Dad, I..."

"Bang!"

The father kicked Xiaohu on the waist, pointed at him with trembling arms and cursed: "I tell you, I didn't save the money I saved for you to squander like this. If you continue to act like a fool all day long, Just get out of District 9 as soon as possible, I don’t want to see you all day long.”

Xiaohu lowered his head, clenched his fists with red eyes, and said no more.

"Get out, get out." The father pointed at the door and yelled.

"Dad... Dad, don't be angry. I'll do my best and verify this matter right away." Xiaohu didn't dare to look directly at his father, he just lowered his head and said a word of assurance, and left in despair.

The father let out a long sigh, and sat on the chair exhausted physically and mentally. He folded his hands and was silent for a long time.

After a while, the wife came in with new tea and said with an unsightly face: "You scold him and beat him like this every time. Have you ever considered his dignity?"

"If I give him dignity, will others give it to him?" The father replied with a sullen face, pointing at his wife: "The reason he is such a waste is inseparable from your stupid education method."

The wife gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"Compared with the junior, his brain is far behind. He has no ideas or foresight at all." The father frowned and said in a hoarse voice: "You still have to invest, but the money can't be spent like this. Find someone in the company. A capable person should be placed beside him as a checkpoint."

The daughter-in-law thought about it for a long time and then persuaded her: "It is difficult for outsiders to integrate into the circle of mistress, and if you have such a person next to Xiaohu, mistress will think too much."

"I've seen the accounts of Xiaohu Company. In three years, more than eight million yuan was spent in vain." The father scolded with a sullen face: "The Publicity Department carried out collecting activities, and the good reputation was earned by the mistress, but in the end the money was lost. It was made by Xiaohu. Is it okay if I don’t find someone to keep an eye on this kind of investment like a fool’s?”

The daughter-in-law was speechless.

"He doesn't know how to spend money, so find someone to help him spend it." The father sighed: "Who told your son to be a waste."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." The wife said this, turned around and left.

…

on the street.

Xiaohu drove the car with scarlet eyes and dialed the mistress's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Your uncle died, why didn't you tell me?" Xiaohu asked in a complaining voice.

The third young master pondered for a while and then replied: "I didn't want to hide it from you. It was my father who specifically told me to suppress the news for the time being. Moreover, I have also been dealing with this matter urgently these days. I haven't spared the time to meet you all. Face."

"Where's the five million I transferred to your account?" Xiaohu asked.

"It didn't move at all. I'll have someone call you tomorrow." The third young master felt that Xiaohu was not in the right mood, so he immediately followed his message and replied.

"No need to fight, just leave it in your account. Otherwise, if you take the money out again, my dad may ask again." Xiaohu loosened his collar and said in an extremely unstable mood: "But next time... I won't I wish I had taken out the money, but in the end there was such a big change in the project, but I didn’t know any news.”

The third young master pondered for a long time, then looked down at his watch and said, "Well, you go to the club tomorrow night, we brothers will have a meeting, and I will tell everyone what happened."

"Okay, that's it." Xiaohu hung up the phone, lowered his head and immediately dialed another number.

"Hey, Master Tiger?!"

"Have a party and ask some people to come and accompany me."

"Well done, Mr. Tiger." The other party immediately replied excitedly.

…

Late at night, around one in the morning.

Just as Wu Tianyin was about to close the stall and go back to rest, his old cell phone rang.

"Hello, Miss Xu?"

"Are you free? Come pick me up. I'm at a club on Xinhe Road."

"...It's too late, I'm going to close the stall." Wu Tianyin replied with a very embarrassed expression.

"One hundred, are you coming?" Xu Wei asked.

Wu Tianyin was stunned for a moment, glanced down at the time and replied: "Okay, then give me the address."