Ninth Special District

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

"Ming Fei, I don't think your big brother is very interested in Sun Zongbin's campaign?" A strong man on the left asked in a low voice.

"Sun Zongbin is choking enough to pick, he has a heart on his heart?" A young man in his twenties responded blushing.

The strong man wondered: "Then he can't choose, what are we doing so hard? What is the doubt? Every day I give things in vain, and hit the float on the opposite side."

"You don't understand. Sun Zongbin is supported by the Bai family. Even if he can't be elected, the old bait doesn't want that Secretary Li to take office smoothly. The most important thing is that this chief contender is a face problem. The Bai family is in Jiangnan To say nothing, there is no movement at all, and outsiders ca n’t think they ’re over. ”Ming Fei explained eloquently:“ What ’s more, although Lao Baitou does n’t care about this, we ca n’t stand without it. My elder brother Having said that, no matter what step Sun Zongbin made, we have unconditional support. Use his best efforts to make some noise for him, and for nothing else, just be happy to buy Lao Baitou. "

"... licked in place." Someone immediately said with a thumbs up.

"That must be licked. Old Baitou said one more word, our company has new customers." Ming Fei sipped Baijiu and responded incomparably.

The man on the left weighed his head for a long time, and still shook his head frequently: "I still think that since I know that I can't choose, I don't have the meaning to make the scene so big. You think, during this time, we will only send oil to the voters. Rice, you have to smash it in at least half a million? Although the money is from the Bai family, it is worthless, too much. "

"Stupid." Ming Fei pointed at the strong man and commented concisely: "Your biggest problem is stupidity."

"Am I foolish?"

"Behind Sun Zongbin is the Bai family, which even the three-year-old in Jiangnan District knows. Although he can't choose, who doesn't know, these things are sent by the Bai family ?!" Ming Fei reached out and knocked on the table. With a bright vision, "Do you think that the old man is mentally ill, and it's okay to throw money? I tell you that people are buying the votes and the masses through elections. Why? Because of Wu Wensheng's business The reputation of them is a little bad, so he has to pull back to influence. You think again, why did Baijia have such a great influence in Jiangnan since the establishment of Jiuqu District? Is that an accident? "

The strong man heard silence.

"Hey, old baotou is getting older, otherwise my brother said he can run for mayor." Ming Fei pretended to be mature and exclaimed: "The years are not forgiving!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the company's main door was suddenly kicked open. Ma's second son led a dozen people, and the hula rushed in.

"Kang!"

Uncle Liu Zi shot at the ceiling and shouted blankly: "All lowered my head."

"do not move."

"CNM's, you didn't hear you bow your head?"

"...!"

Dozens of strong men came forward with their swords and guns, while holding the people at the table, while holding the backs of the swords, the guns smashed at them all at once.

"What do you mean?" Ming Fei was asked with a look of shock in his head, "What's the matter, buddy?"

"You hit my car, don't you know who I am?" Ma's second stepped forward and asked.

Mingfei heard the words and looked at the strong man on the left, who whispered back: "He is the second son of Ma."

Ming Fei froze.

"I don't care about you twice or twice, you are not finished yet, are you?" Ma's second child walked to the table and bowed his head and asked, "Who broke the float?"

Seven or eight people, sitting down in their seats with their heads down, said nothing.

"What about courage? What about the slogan?" Ma Erji bowed his head and lighted a cigarette, reached out and kicked Ming Fei's waist and asked, "Why don't you speak now? Ah?"

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

"Ah, that's why no one admits chanting." Ma's second child took a cigarette and placed his left hand on the top of Ming Fei's head. He looked up and asked Uncle Liu Zi, "Is he Yin Mingfei?"

"Yes." Uncle Liu Zi nodded.

"No one admits, then I will find the elder brother." Ma's second stepped back, and said in a short command: "I will buy a new car, but the anger is on him. Give me a crush!"

Uncle Liu Zi lowered the muzzle when he heard the sound and stared at the beads to hug the fire.

"do not move."

The strong man on the left suddenly stood up and looked at Ma Maojie with a pale face: "I smashed the car, what do you want to do?"

"Have you smashed?" Ma Lao Er asked with a sullen face.

"Yes, I smashed it."

"Which hand did you hit?"

"Both hands smashed TM, what's wrong?" The strong man narrowed his eyes and responded with a hard tone.

"Hehe." Ma's second child smiled and turned.

"Hula!"

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

Ming Fei looked somberly at Ma Ma'er: "Contradictions on the ground, are you playing with yin?"

"You don't play with Yin, what are you doing with my car ?!" Ma's second stepped forward, scolding Ming Fei's head and scolding: "The three members who voted for us were all painted red at the door. Throwing the dead mouse, aren't you playing with Yin? You want to do it, you can just go to me and you're done. What are you doing to pollute people? "

Ming Fei turned his head and looked at the braced man.

"Knife." Ma's second child shouted.

Next to it, a guy passed the thick-backed Niel Chopper vertically.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"... Gam!"

Ma's second child took the knife and immediately cut three knives at the right wrist of the strong man, chopping off his palm.

"what!!!"

At first, the strong man refrained from screaming, but the moment his hand and wrist separated, the bones cracked and the pain came instantly. He grimaced with a terrible look, struggling violently.

"Aren't you tough? You don't need a car smashed with two hands? Then you shout a JB!" Ma Chou shook his hand and shouted: "Come, hold the other hand for me."

"Are you almost TM?" Ming Fei screamed at the bead.

Ma Er'er heard Ming Fei's cheek with the tip of the knife: "Come, you tell me, can you do it?"

Ming Fei clenched his fist and turned his head to glance at the broken man. After a long silence, he nodded: "Yes, I admit, I can't."

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

The strong man couldn't bear it anymore, and passed out directly.

Mr. Ma threw the knife to the brother next to him, and pointed to Ming Fei: "To run, you have your job, I have my job, you do n’t mess with me, I do n’t care about you. If I touch the porcelain, I will kill you. "

After talking, Ma's second son turned and left.

...

ten minutes later.

Ma's second child got into his car and sent a red envelope to his brother who came to work with him. Then he took Uncle Liu Zi and continued to give gifts.

In the car.

Ma, the second child who called Qin Yu before going, called him again after dealing with everything.

"Hey?"

"I'm done," Ma's second child said softly. "Chopped his hand."

"Our brother is all right?"

"No, I continue to give gifts."

"Okay, when it's over at night, come to me."

"Hole ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The two of them hung up after only a brief two-talk on the phone.

On this simple move, in fact, you can see the changes in the second horse. Because he wanted to do something before, he went immediately, but after coming back this time, he always used to ask Qin Yu first, then Liu Zishu, and finally he decided whether to do something.

When people grow up, they always have to pay some price. Unfortunately, the price of the second horse is heavier. But fortunately, he survived and survived.

...

Two days later, the Spring Festival of the Chinese, and the 30th of the New Year, the whole Songjiang lit up.

Qin Yu took the lead and called Lao Mao, Zhu Wei, Ma Lao Er, and Qi Lin who had just rushed back from outside the district, as well as newcomers Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, and many unattended brothers in the team. Get together on the street.

Qin Yu is not particularly excited about the New Year, but he feels that the year is over and friends and brothers have experienced a lot of things together, so we have to gather together and have fun and make a summary.