District 9

Wang Zonghan's appearance can only be described as unattractive. Not to mention his very thin figure, he is less than 1.7 meters tall. In addition, his high nose, small eyes, small mouth, and very fierce facial features give people a very gloomy feeling. Therefore, his treatment in the Wang family is not much different from that of Wang Zongtang. Many people of the younger generation are afraid of him. .

In the study room on the second floor of the main building, the patriarch was sitting on the Taishi chair. When facing his eldest son, he no longer looked as calm as outsiders. He just sighed with a sad look on his face: "It's not going well!"

"Dad, what do you think about this?" Wang Zonghan asked with a gloomy face.

"No matter what I think, it's useless. We have to consider the problem based on the actual situation." The patriarch intervened and said: "Zhang Qing is dead, and Wang Zongtang has not come to me until now. This is enough to explain his attitude."

"Did Wang Tianhui kill my son?" Wang Zonghan asked through gritted teeth.

"It's hard to say." The clan leader shook his head.

"Is there anything hard to say?" Wang Zonghan frowned and replied: "If Zhang Qing ran away, it would be hard to say, but she suddenly died around Xinxiang, and she still received calls from Lei Zi in both the first and third rooms. What happened next, isn't it obvious enough? If Tianhui didn't kill him, why didn't Wang Zongtang dare to bring his son over?"

"He is worried. He is afraid that Tianhui will fall into the hands of people here and the situation will get out of control." The patriarch intervened and replied: "Your wife's mother-in-law's family are very unforgiving. When she went to the third room, After starting a fight with the other side, Zongtang is afraid that once Tianhui is brought over, once he can't explain clearly, he won't be able to go back."

"It's a reasonable thing, don't be afraid of not being able to explain it clearly." Wang Zonghan replied with his eyes narrowed: "Besides, Zhang Qing is just a bought woman, and Tianhui has attacked her cousins ​​several times, so there is no problem, right? ? The work on the construction site has been given to him, so what else does he want?"

The patriarch was silent.

Wang Zonghan glanced at his father's expression and asked after a long silence: "Dad, do you have any concerns about handling this matter?"

The patriarch glanced at his son: "Zong Xiang is running for chief councilman. This is a special moment. Once the third room is pressed too hard and all the words hidden in the heart are put on the table, there will be problems. .”

Wang Zonghan was silent.

"What the party and government want to see is one Wang family who can fight wherever he wants, not two Wang families who refuse to obey the other." The patriarch slowly stood up: "Not only must Zong Xiang become the chief councilor, he can accomplish it. And you still have to go up without any suspense when the number of votes is absolutely overwhelming. How capable you are can you let the party and government know what you are doing, so now you need to have stability at home and work hard in one place!"

"You mean, Tiannan's death was in vain, and I just carried out the funeral without any explanation?" Wang Zonghan asked.

The patriarch turned around and stared at his eldest son: "If you just want to take care of the big house, you can do whatever you want. But if you want to take care of the Wang family, you have to tolerate and compromise on some things."

Wang Zonghan was silent.

"Tian Nan is also my grandson." The patriarch sighed: "As the old saying goes, we are kissing each other a generation ago. My mood right now is not much better than yours."

"I can bear it, but Xiaoqin can't bear it, and her family won't bear it either." Wang Zonghan raised his head and said, "Before I entered, Xiaoqin's original words were that if Wang Zongtang doesn't bring his son over within two days, what will happen to him?" Just go over and ask for a room."

The patriarch looked back at his son and replied with sharp eyes: "...she dares, I'm not dead yet!"

Wang Zonghan was stunned.

"Go back and tell Xiaoqin that I will give her an explanation for Tiannan's matter, but she can't move on her own." The patriarch raised his finger and pointed at Wang Zonghan: "You, let alone you, can't move."

"What kind of explanation?" Wang Zonghan asked.

"...I know it well." The patriarch's attitude was no longer friendly, but he ordered very forcefully: "You can get out."

Wang Zonghan stood up slowly: "Dad, have you never considered why Wang Zongtang dares to be so tough and refuse to bring Tianhui over, life or death?"

The clan leader turned around.

"If we let the three-bedroom apartment develop for another ten years, it won't be that easy for you to let Wang Zongtang come to this house!" Wang Zonghan said softly: "You think about it, I'll go back first."

The patriarch watched his eldest son leave, frowned, picked up the folding fan from the table, and walked back and forth in the room.

…

Songjiang urban area.

Lao Li dialed Qin Yu's phone number and said succinctly: "Is it convenient for you, let's come out and talk?"

"It's convenient, uncle. Where are you? I'll go find you."

"Come to the teahouse next to Gangnam District Council. I'll wait for you here."

"Okay!" Qin Yu responded immediately.

At around 12 noon, Qin Yu returned to Songjiang city from the special operations brigade and rushed to the meeting place in Jiangnan District as soon as possible.

As soon as he entered the room, Lao Li smiled and asked Qin Yu: "How is it? Is the case progressing smoothly?"

"It went very well. Yang Gang has already spit." Qin Yu bent down and sat down, wiping the snow on his forehead and said, "I'm worried now, how can I arrest Han Fei outside the area."

"Is there enough evidence to move him?" Lao Li asked.

"That's enough." Qin Yu nodded: "Yang Gang revealed a lot of things, much more than we thought, haha."

"That's fine."

"Uncle, what are you doing recently? Why are there no movements?" Qin Yu asked with some confusion: "You don't go to the activities of the online broadcast station, and you don't participate in various meetings. You do this... etc. When I vote, will I still have a chance?”

"I know this well." Lao Li chuckled and said, "Let Lao Mao do whatever he wants in the name of the foundation."

"What are you doing?" Qin Yu asked curiously.

"You will know soon." Lao Li rubbed his palms and said softly: "I came to you because I have something to ask of you."

"What's going on?" Qin Yu asked.

"Xiang'er who came from Jiangzhou, please leave two batches for me." Lao Li thought about it and said, "But I don't have much money in my pocket. At most, I can give you part of the deposit first, and you have to give the rest on credit." Give me."

Qin Yu was stunned: "No, do you know how many two batches of Xiang'er there are, ancestor? That can fill five or six trucks. What do you use it for? Wutong Voting Center?"

"I'm of great use, don't worry about it, just say whether it's on credit or not." Lao Li asked with a smile.

"Uncle, I'm not lying to you at all. The main financial income I have now comes from this." Qin Yu blinked his eyes and said a little worriedly: "For the railway project, I have to advance funds in the early stage... The most I can give you is one and a half batches, otherwise my hands will be empty."

"Is that okay? I'll take the full amount of the first batch, and then I'll only take half of the remaining two batches each time, okay?" Lao Li asked again.

Qin Yu thought for a long time: "Uncle, are you kidding me? Aren't there still two batches? Is there any difference?"

"Master and I, let's not be so outspoken..."

"...Uncle, I am so poor that I almost pee blood." Qin Yu said with a sad face: "If you deduct two batches of goods, not only will I not make any money, but I will also have to help you advance money to the seventh district!"

"I will give you the money within six months at the latest." Lao Li patted the table and said, "Okay, please give me a happy word!"

"Can you tell me what you want to do?"

"No." Lao Li shook his head.

Qin Yu hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll take care of this for you."

"Eldest nephew, give me two carts of goods, and I will pave the road for you to climb up to the sky." Lao Li pointed at Qin Yu and said, "I guarantee that one day, I can make you the emperor in Songjiang."

"Uncle, you'd better treat me like a fart, okay? Don't fool me," Qin Yu waved his hands in collapse: "My head hurts."

"Haha." Lao Li grinned.

…

outside the area.

A tall young man stood at the intersection, looking around and waiting for someone.