District 9

Wei Kun was so anxious that he took out his gun and killed the leaders of the government and enterprises, and also forcibly took them away from the Jiangpan Hotel. But he did this not because he was stupid, nor because he had to act out of tune with the world, but simply because he was forced to jump off the building if he couldn't get the project money.

Qin Yu and others did not hear the gunshots on the roof, because after drinking, they went to the box on the entertainment floor to sing. The environment there was too noisy, and there were too many floors separated, so they couldn't hear anything at all.

But after Wei Kun and the others left, Ma Laoer went out for a while, then came back and sat next to Qin Yu and said, "It started just now upstairs."

"What's going on?" Qin Yu asked in a daze.

"Wei Kun shot upstairs. I heard that the boss of a construction company collapsed." Ma Laoer lit a cigarette: "I just went out and saw the manager calling the superintendent."

"Wei Kun died?" Old Mao was a little surprised: "Why?"

"That's not clear," Ma Laoer shook his head: "Anyway, he fired a shot."

"Shit, I really can't believe that Wei Kun is still here." Lao Mao's impression of the latter was that he was a nice person, honest in his work, and polite to everyone, so he never expected that the other party would be so angry.

"It's probably an economic dispute." Qin Yu picked up the water glass and said calmly: "Well, life is really hard in this world now. Even people like Wei Kun who used to rather work hard now don't have guns in their waists. "

"Yeah, it's not easy to live." Guan Qi nodded with deep understanding.

Everyone had only some emotions about Wei Kun opening fire upstairs and did not inquire deeply. Because although the two parties know each other and have had contact with each other, their friendship is still shallow, so we can just talk about it in private.

…

In Xinyuan District, inside a construction equipment storage warehouse.

Wei Kun was sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette. Six or seven brothers around him surrounded Mr. Bi who was kneeling on the ground and beat him up.

"You fucking owe it to yourself. A watch you wear costs more than 100,000 yuan, and the Fengbei General Administration allocates hundreds of millions of funds to you a year. Are you missing this little money from us? Huh?!"

"Just bullying people?"

"...!"

The brothers who are currently following Wei Kun were all workers or small vendors selling daily necessities in the living villages outside the district. They are fighting against this kind of class people who do nothing every day but can scold Fang Qiu. Disgusted and resistant to the core.

When we were asking for help, we had no choice but to bend down because we wanted to eat. But now that we are at odds with each other, we don't care about that anymore. Everyone took turns beating Mr. Bi violently, very harshly.

Wei Kun smoked half a cigarette, raised his head and shouted, "Stop it."

When everyone heard the shouting, they all stood aside and looked at Mr. Bi who fell on the ground with evil eyes.

Mr. Bi's clothes were torn, and his face and body were covered in blood.

"Nalaga?" Wei Kun came over and asked.

Mr. Bi covered his head and gasped for a long time before saying, "You can't solve the problem like this. I...I said, it's useless for you to tease me..."

Wei Kun squatted down, puffed on a cigarette and said to Mr. Bi: "If you say this can't solve the problem, then it won't be solved. I'll take you to the river immediately and throw you into the ice cave."

Mr. Bi was stunned.

"Four to five million are missing. You, Mr. Bi, are still Mr. Bi, but I am missing four to five million. I don't understand the family arrangements, and my ancestral graves have to be dug up." Wei Kun narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You yourself Total total.”

Mr. Bi reached out and touched the gunshot wound on his thigh. After hesitating for three or four seconds, he said, "Okay, then I'll call Fengbei Head Office and ask them to settle the bill for you."

"The process is too slow. I want cash now."

"I'm not printing money. Where do you want me to get four to five million now?" Mr. Bi roared back.

"Isn't it important in your upper class circles to help each other?" Wei Kun said nonchalantly: "There are so many people who want to take jobs from you. Is it difficult for you to just make a phone call and borrow four to five million?"

Mr. Bi was silent.

"Do you want to give it to me? Tell me something." Wei Kun asked coldly.

…

An hour and a half later.

Two large off-road vehicles stopped at a fork in a street in Xinyuan District. Wei Kun stood in the alley, turned around and looked around and said, "Go and take the things over."

As soon as he finished speaking, six or seven young men walked out of the alley and strode to the car.

"Where are the people?" the big boss in the car shouted and asked.

"When the money arrives, people will go back." Wei Kun's brother responded.

"It's okay if you ask for fucking money, but don't break the rules. They are cadres of Fengbei Construction Company." The boss frowned and said, "Is five million enough? If not, I will give you another hundred. Don't touch it. People."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask: "Where is the money?"

"Give it to them." The boss ordered Ma Zi.

Five minutes later, six people carrying six large bags disappeared at the entrance of the street.

In the early morning of that day, Mr. Bi was released by Wei Kun and others, because everyone knew about his arrest, so after they took the money, it would be impossible to touch anyone again. Otherwise, even if Wei Kun doesn't care about anything, the brothers who work with him must be unsure. After all, the weight of the word "official" in the hearts of the people has been very heavy since ancient times.

After getting the money, Wei Kun, as if he had a premonition, directly called a dozen foremen below in the warehouse, divided the money overnight, and also settled the settlement with the building materials company.

After everything was done, Wei Kun and a few people ran away overnight and disappeared completely.

…

Salt Island.

Several helicopters and a dozen speedboats searched the surrounding waters for three or four hours, but they could not find the escaped Lin Chengdong, Yang Kun, and Yang Yong, but they found the speedboat with a damaged fuel tank...

Due to the thick fog on the sea tonight, the visibility is very low, and the speedboats have been searched, which means that the three people who escaped must have lost any sea transportation. To escape by human power alone is nothing more than a dream. At this temperature on the sea, no matter how good the water quality is, it is still choking enough to survive a night. Therefore, in order to save trouble, the armed personnel on Salt Island did not search far away. Instead, they cleaned up the workers on the island overnight and strengthened the manage.

It's about two o'clock in the morning.

Lin Chengdong, Yang Kun, and Yang Yong, who had been at sea for n hours, finally arrived at their first destination, an unnamed island, wearing life jackets and holding inflatable life-saving poles.

The other end.

After Qin Yu and others dispersed, Lao Mao arranged a separate program for Guan Qi. This eldest brother may have been holding it in for too long. One person is fighting against two girls, and he is very happy.

It's about four o'clock in the morning.

Just as Guan Qi was getting ready to go to bed, the landline phone in the private room rang.

"Hello?"

"I'm Zhu Wei. Did you leave my phone number with a friend in prison?" Zhu Wei frowned and asked, "A man named Xiao Cheng came to you and said that you met in prison..."