District 9

In the alley.

Several explosion-proof team members looked at Wu Tianyin and felt a little weak for a moment. Because the state when a person is deliberately pretending to be cruel and the state when he is really risking his life can definitely be distinguished at a glance. This feeling is difficult to describe in words, but it can be felt personally.

Wu Tianyin may be anxious for a cheap electric tricycle, or he may be afraid of being wronged, or perhaps the resentment that has been accumulated for a long time has exploded. In short, he is red-eyed and is going to risk his life~

"roll!"

Wu Tianyin paused for a second or two with the steel knife in his hand, then gritted his teeth and slashed forward.

Several explosion-proof team members immediately dodged and looked at Wu Tianyin in shock. They instinctively took a few steps back, turned around and ran to the entrance of the alley. They took out their walkie-talkies and called the commander, claiming that there were gangsters resisting with knives.

Wu Tianyin glanced at the other party coldly, held the knife in his right hand, stepped onto the tricycle, started the fire again, and left slowly along the alley.

After a while, more than a dozen explosion-proof team members rushed over. The leader gasped and asked: "Where are the people?"

"Ran."

"Then why didn't you shoot?"

"If we don't get the order to shoot, who will be responsible for the trouble?" The anti-explosion team members who had surrounded Wu Tianyin whispered back: "If you encounter someone with red eyes, you are unlucky and let's go."

Five minutes later, on another street, Wu Tianyin was riding an electric tricycle in the cold wind. He carefully recalled what happened in the alley just now. He didn't feel scared, but instead felt a little excited...

This feeling was very strange, and Wu Tianyin himself didn't know why.

…

The next day, it was around seven o'clock in the evening.

Xiaohu had a plaster on his right arm and wore a purple-red windbreaker. He arrived at the club where the brothers hang out all year round.

The clubhouse is on the fifth floor.

Wu Di, Xiaoxing, and several other young men in the circle have all arrived and are chatting together.

"Fuck, your look is very unique. Are you the one-armed hero Yang Guo?" A fat young man teased with bared teeth.

"Bang!"

Xiaohu frowned and glanced at him, then stepped up and kicked him in the leg: "Shut up if you don't know how to speak."

The fat man was stunned for a moment by the kick, and immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Are you sick? You can't even joke?"

"Who are you, are you kidding me?!" Xiaohu replied with eyes wide open.

"What are you two doing?" Wu Di raised his head and cursed in a low voice: "How old are you, how can you still be so anxious when you are just having fun?"

"Okay, okay, okay, you are the ancestor, I can't afford to offend you." The fat man patted the footprints on his legs, turned his head and stopped talking to Xiaohu.

"Come and sit." Wu Di greeted.

Xiao Hu walked over angrily, bent down and sat next to Wu Di: "Where is the mistress?"

"Hey, everyone is here?!"

As soon as the two of them were talking about the Third Young Master, the latter came down from upstairs and greeted everyone with a cheerful face.

When everyone saw the boss coming, they all turned their heads and greeted him with a smile.

After the Third Young Master exchanged words with everyone, he stepped in front of Xiaohu, raised his foot and kicked his calf: "Why are you crying so hard, do you have feelings for me?"

Xiaohu raised his head and glanced at the Third Young Master, sighed and said, "It's okay, I'm upset."

"What a bother, why don't you just show off?" The third young master said with a smile on his lips: "When I have my hands free, let's take care of him."

"Yes." Xiaohu still respected the third young master and nodded while trying to restrain his emotions.

The Third Young Master bent down and sat next to Wu Di, crossed his legs and said, "I called everyone here to say a few things."

Everyone listened quietly when they heard the sound, except Wu Di who was habitually playing with his mobile phone.

The Third Young Master frowned, paused for a long time, and then continued: "After my uncle had an accident in Jiangzhou, I have been busy at home these days, so I didn't have time to meet you."

"Is it done?" Xiaohu asked.

"Yes." The third young master nodded and replied, "I didn't tell you before because my father deliberately suppressed the news and didn't want people in the circle to know about it, so I didn't dare to leak it."

"These stinky beggars in Jiangzhou are very ruthless." The fat man stepped in and scolded: "The sky is high and the emperor is far away, but they don't even have the power to do anything."

"You blame me for this. It's because I didn't find out clearly that the relationship between Qin Yu and the supplier could be so strong." The third young master did not tell everyone at the moment that Ding Mao had just been beaten to death because Qin Yu had lost his hair at the last moment. With all his efforts, he sent two million to the Yu family. He only used the reason that Ke Ke was close to Qin Yu to explain the details of the matter in one sentence.

"The negotiation with the supplier has collapsed. Can this project still go ahead?" A tall young man asked with a frown: "I even negotiated the land and gave me a deposit."

"Of course we have to continue." The third young master replied without hesitation: "I have already asked Xiaoxing to contact new suppliers."

"Contact a new supplier?" Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, and immediately frowned and said: "The pharmaceutical industry has a very high threshold. It requires a professional scientific research team, production team, and expensive equipment and production lines, and these are not at all Money can solve the problem... So, if you want to find a supplier of similar size to Yu's family in the area to be planned, is it difficult? If you forcefully support a supplier with a poor foundation, the time and investment costs may also increase a lot. Fan."

"I already have a direction." The third young master responded with a smile.

"So fast?" Fatty asked in shock.

"When I contacted the Yu family, I found someone to contact several senior people in the circle in the seventh district. One of them, named He, is also taking goods from the Yu family." The third young master explained softly: "Something happened to my uncle. After that, I had several separate phone calls with him...and he recommended another supplier to me."

"What about the scale?" the tall young man asked.

"It's indeed a lot worse than the Yu family, but the basics are still there." The third young master responded softly: "I have already asked someone to chat with them."

Wu Di scratched his nose on the side, lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone.

"I came to you today just to tell you that I am determined to get involved in the drug project." The third young master said in a calm voice: "Qin Yu lost control and united with some people on the ground in Songjiang. First he sang against me, and then my uncle got into trouble in Jiangzhou... So now many people are waiting to see the jokes of us people. So just to fight for this breath, I have to put this The project must be taken down neatly and beautifully.”

"Yes." The fat man nodded.

"If there is a new supplier, we can indeed continue to study this matter." The tall young man also agreed.

"Everyone should go to their respective places and do their own thing. Don't have any other worries in your mind." The third young master said with a smile: "My dad had already mentioned this idea to several big guys in the capital of Fengbei during the last meeting in Fengbei. , they were very supportive.”

"That's okay." Xiaohu nodded.

"The new strategy is to be the first to take advantage of this supplier." The third young master turned to look at Xiaohu: "You and Ye Lin will start preparing funds now, and then let Brother Big Di handle the relationship between the Medical Department and the General Administration."

"Well, I'll go back and talk to my mother about money." Xiaohu replied softly.

The Third Young Master glanced around, and finally focused on Wu Di. He slowly raised his hand, suddenly patted his shoulder and shouted: "Why the hell are you sitting there like a ghost?!"