District 9

at home.

Ma Lao Er held the phone in confusion and asked: "Lao San wants to talk to me. What can I talk to him about?"

"...I don't know. Anyway, he asked me to bring you a message, saying that he wanted to meet and have a chat." The friend responded softly.

Ma Laoer thought about it for a long time, and immediately responded with a smile: "Okay, let's talk. But it's impossible for me to go find him. I'll give him an address tonight, and you can ask him to come over."

"Okay, I'll tell him later."

"that is it."

After chatting for a while, Ma Laoer didn't take this as anything important and continued to sleep with his head covered.

…

The street names in Songjiang are very complicated. Although most of them are named in Chinese, there are also some European ones. This style is because the entire Ninth District has a wide variety of races, with people of all skin colors, so it uses this kind of detail to give residents a sense of belonging.

At 8:30 in the evening, Lao San led two friends on Charles Street in South City and was taken into a dilapidated building on the street.

After going up to the third floor, everyone came to the chess and card room which was bustling with people and full of smoke. Ma Laoer was sitting on a table inside, wearing a cotton coat, smiling and waving his hand: "Come, come and sit down." .”

The third child bared his teeth, stepped forward to meet him, and sat opposite Ma Laoer.

"Two rounds?" Mr. Ma asked, playing mahjong in his hands.

"Okay, let's play." The third child nodded.

"Come here, play cards with us and play with us for a while." Ma Laoer called out.

Not long after, two young men came out of the chess and card room and sat at the table. The four of them started playing mahjong.

After playing two rounds, Ma Lao Er didn't take the initiative to ask why Lao San was looking for him, and just concentrated on playing mahjong. When the third child saw that the other party was not talking about business, he could only speak first: "Xiao Er, the incident on Tuzh Street has already passed. Our two families have been going back and forth, and the losses in the end are not small. Look. When you came back this time, we didn't say a word or cause any trouble. You punished Yongdong two days ago, and Brother Hua didn't say anything, right?"

"Thirty thousand." Ma Laoer lowered his head and continued playing cards without answering.

"There is an old saying that only by being friendly can you make money." Lao San continued patiently: "You have kept the price of medicines so low. Once buyers get used to it, everyone's profit margins will be compressed. To put it bluntly, everyone in this business is looking for money. No one wants to save all sentient beings, right? If we continue to work hard like this, you will have to hide your goods here and there, and our goods will not be easy to sell... In the end, then Isn’t it a lose-lose situation?”

"Haha!" Ma Lao Er smiled, looked up at Lao San and responded: "In the beginning, we were willing to be your little brothers and follow you behind to pick up food, but you can't tolerate it and insist on killing people. Lit up. Now that you are injured and in pain, and then want to start talking, is that possible? Hey, does Yuan Hua regard himself as God, thinking that he is the only one in Songjiang who can sing Hallelujah? Haha!"

When the third child heard this, his face turned ugly: "It's boring for you to talk about this. If you want to talk about it, it's for everyone's good."

"You really want to talk, don't you?" Ma Laoer asked, stretching his neck.

"Then I don't want to talk about it. Why did I come here to play mahjong with you?" The third child smiled helplessly.

"Okay, let me tell you the conditions." Ma Laoer clicked his button, looked down at the mahjong and said: "Songjiang's market is divided into two parts. The black street and the dirt street will be given to us, and the rest will be given to you. You guys. If people don’t come in to sell goods, I will raise the retail price to the same as yours.”

The third child was stunned for a long time after hearing this: "Are you kidding me?"

"Why am I so idle? Just to make you laugh, who can give me an award?" Ma Laoer took a puff of his e-cigarette.

The third child looked at Ma Laoer with a pale face: "Then do you think we can agree to your proposal? The most foodie area in Songjiang is the black street area, and Tuzh Street accounts for 70% of the output of the black street. The amount of goods. We will give you these two places, so why don’t I go drink the northwest wind? "

"You insist on talking about it, so I have to express my thoughts when we talk about it? You don't have to agree, I'm not forcing you, right?" Ma Laoer responded expressionlessly.

The third child gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"I'm just confused. Yuan Ke can't make the decision on your side. Why do you think you came to talk to me?" Ma Laoer tilted his head and looked at Lao San with a mocking tone: "I don't care if you want five yuan." , you have to report it to the superiors, you said, we have an affair with Mao? In this case, you go back and tell Yuan Hua, if he is really sincere, you can let him do it by himself, okay? "

"What the hell do you mean?" The third child became anxious on the spot when he was despised, and stood up and yelled.

"Third brother, when will you grow up?" Ma Laoer looked up at him and asked, "Why, you still want to fuck me?"

When the third child heard this, he was so frustrated that he was about to explode. But remembering the purpose of his visit today, he could only endure it.

"I'm still saying the same thing. If you want to talk, let Yuan Hua come over and divide the territory in person." Ma Laoer smoked a cigarette, lowered his head and pushed the cards and said: "It's blurred, it's clear, break the unitary nine, add self-touch... Come on, put it Pay the money before leaving."

The third child clenched his fists, lowered his head and took out his wallet: "Second Ma, are you really becoming more and more like a big brother now?"

"If that doesn't work, just mess with me. I really lack a master negotiator like you."

"You go to nm." Lao San cursed, lowered his head and threw the money and said, "I'll go back and discuss what you said with Brother Hua."

"I'm waiting for news from you, Third Brother." Ma Laoer took the money.

…

A few minutes later.

In the police car, Lao San dialed Yuan Hua's phone: "Brother Hua, I saw Ma Lao Er."

"What did he say?"

"He asked us to give him all the black streets and dirt streets."

"...Then what did you say?"

"I didn't dare to say anything, so I just wanted to discuss it with you first." The third child responded truthfully.

"Okay, I understand, come back."

"Okay!"

After saying that, the two ended the call.

In the Grand Palace, Yuan Hua turned to look at Yongdong and said, "This guy Ma Lao Er is really crazy. He wants the right to release drugs from the entire Black Street and Tuzh Street."

"Haha." Yongdong smiled: "This idiot can be a thug in the planning area, but he is far from good at doing business and negotiating deals."

"What's the next step?" Yuan Hua asked.

"In this case, you let the third child first..." Yongdong muttered to Yuan Hua after hearing the sound.

…

At the entrance of No. 88 Courtyard, Qin Yu locked the old cat on his motorcycle, carried some dinner and came to the door of his house. But before anyone could enter, they heard an unpleasant sound coming from the house.

"Xiangxiang, it's so quiet in the middle of the night, I love you so deeply... Come on, come on, I'll show you my palm."

"Daya, let go of me."

"Little sister, don't push me."

"...!"

"Um???"

Outside the door, Qin Yu was instantly stunned when he heard the sound.