District 9

Since Wei Kun usually takes good care of the workers in these living villages and does not deduct money from the wages, everyone will naturally give him some privileges in daily life. The dormitory building was rented, and there was only a single room of more than 20 square meters on the entire first floor, so everyone humbly accommodated him, so he could have a little free space.

There is no furniture in this small room, only a lot of luggage of migrant workers. There was only one bed on the left side near the window, and there was no wall covering on the surrounding walls, only bare wooden boards. In short, it was very shabby.

You Lijun stood in the center of the living room, placed his hands on the small briquette stove to keep warm, and said in a relaxed tone: "Brother, please don't take the job at Tianbao Charity Company. If you want to make money, you can work with Let's cooperate. If you feel embarrassed, how about I give you 100,000 yuan and you refuse the other matter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Zai behind You Lijun put a bag on Wei Kun's bed and said somewhat arrogantly: "The money is in there, you can count it."

Wei Kun was stunned for a long time, and immediately said with a smile: "Brother, we have finished the interview, and Tianbao Charity Company has also distributed all the donations and materials. This...the money and things have fallen into If it’s in the big guys’ hands, I can’t give it back to them.”

The fire was emitting a faint light, which illuminated Yulijun's cheeks slightly strangely. He turned around and said with a smile: "I'm not asking you to return the things and money, as long as you don't cooperate with them. You won't be in the future." Do you have to help them get votes? I mean, there is no need to get votes for them, and no more interviews with the media."

Wei Kun hesitated for a long time: "Now that we have the money, we can't do anything."

Yu Lijun looked at him with squinted eyes, and habitually touched the metal piece on the back of his bald head with his hand. He stepped forward with aura and said, "What's wrong? If they want to trouble you later, you can give it to them." I’ll call and I’ll help you solve it.”

Wei Kun has also been outside the district for more than 20 years. He could tell at a glance that this Yulijun was not a good person, so he always said in a very polite tone: "Brother, Tianbao Charity has been good to us people. , giving money and things, and Niu Hai, who contacted us about this matter, is related to the people in our living village... So, I can't handle this matter."

You Lijun sniffed and looked at Wei Kun with his hands behind his back without saying a word.

"You're so fucking shameless, aren't you?" Ma Zai on the left stepped forward, pointed at the bag on the bed and said, "Take the money!"

Wei Kun turned his head and glanced at him: "Brother, it's not easy for us..."

"I say it again, take the money!!" Ma Zai interrupted Wei Kun with a gloomy face and repeated it again.

Wei Kun had beads of sweat on his forehead and didn't speak for a while.

Ma Zai waited for two seconds, then slowly pulled out the S-gun from his waist with his right hand, put it on Wei Kun's head and turned off the safety: "cnm, are you going to die?"

The smile on Wei Kun's face disappeared. He turned to look at Yu Lijun and said slowly: "Brother, we really can't do this."

"You are so damn poor that you can't even afford a meal, why are you pretending to be tough on me?!" Ma Zai gritted his teeth, raised the handle of his gun and was about to hit Wei Kun on the head.

"Xiaohu, someone wants to talk to me about something, and I want to listen to the big guy's opinion." Wei Kun suddenly shouted with cold eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were noisy footsteps in the corridor outside the door. In an instant, twenty or thirty workers gathered over, looking at Yu Lijun and others with expressionless faces. They didn't carry any weapons, but they would inexplicably bring strange psychological pressure to people.

Youlijun was obviously startled, and suddenly reached out to stop Ma Zai next to him: "What are you doing? Put this thing away."

Ma Zai looked back at the crowd outside the door and slowly put away his gun.

"You should think about it again, brother." You Lijun motioned to Ma Zai to take the money from the bed, and then said softly to Wei Kun: "My surname is You, and I live in the Mingdu Hotel. If you want to change your mind, you can come to me."

Wei Kun looked at him without saying a word.

"That's it." You Lijun smiled at Wei Kun, turned around and said, "Let's go!"

The group of people walked to the door, but the people blocking the corridor did not disperse. Wei Kun raised his head and shouted: "Everyone, go back and rest. It's okay."

At the door, an old man in his fifties glanced at You Lijun and said, "We are all like this, so don't bully us... It's hard to live, but isn't it easy to die?"

Youlijun was stunned for a long time, then immediately nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, I understand."

The workers dispersed, and Yulijun and others walked away.

…

Wei Kun sat in the room and after thinking carefully for a long time, he couldn't help but took out his phone and dialed Lao Mao's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Xiao Li, I'm Wei Kun."

"I know it's you, Brother Wei." Old Mao asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Today, several people came to the dormitory building with guns and came to talk to me." Wei Kun said straightforwardly: "They gave me 100,000 yuan and asked me not to take the workers and people in the living village with me. What are you doing doing interviews... canvassing for votes?"

The old cat was stunned for a moment.

"If I didn't agree, they would shoot me."

"Are they still there?" Old Cat asked in a cold tone.

"There are people here, but they left without daring to move." Wei Kun frowned and said, "But I'm still worried. You said that our group of workers all come to the city to make money, and we can't afford to fight with them. ah."

The old cat pondered for a few seconds: "You wait for me, I will take people there right away."

"They're gone."

"I'll go over and talk to you." Old Cat insisted.

"Okay, then give me a call when you arrive."

"good."

After the words fell, the two ended the call.

In the car outside the building, Yu Lijun looked down at his watch and ordered with a smile: "Go first, go first."

"Those people are so fucking poor. How dare they use guns?" The driver curled his lips and cursed before driving away.

A short while later, at nine o'clock sharp, the power supply in the dormitory building ended, and it suddenly became pitch black. The workers who had worked hard for a day all fell asleep.

at the same time.

After having dinner with friends, Li Zhan drove his work car towards Chengguan.

…

In the urban area, next to the webcast building, 60 or 70 people held banners and signs, waiting like fans for the end of Wang Zongxiang's recording to build momentum for him.

Tianhui was sitting in the car, waving his hands and shouting at everyone: "Stay away from the door, and don't disturb the staff at the station. He will have to wait for a while before he can come out."

Everyone listened and obeyed. Tianhui closed the car door and was about to lie down for a while with his eyes closed when he felt something tickling him under his butt. He stood up and took a look and found a pile of brand new green hats.

"Who the hell bought this work hat? Why is it all green?" Tianhui cursed and threw the flat green hat aside, preparing to close his eyes and rest.

"Didi!"

At this moment, the text message alert sounded. Tianhui yawned and took out his cell phone. After just a cursory glance, he sat up.