District 9

Three months later, Jiangzhou.

Qin Yu, who had recovered from his injuries, packed his simple luggage and whispered to the old cat: "I'll go back to explore the wind first. You and Qi Lin can take a look at the Yu family's production line here, and let them introduce it by the way." You need to open up a relationship on the road, and then wait for my call."

"Didn't you say it would take eight months? Why are you so anxious to go back?" Old Mao sat on the sofa and asked, "Is it Lao Li's order?"

"Yes." Qin Yu nodded: "Yuan Ke resigned. There will be some changes within the superintendent. Uncle Li may have other arrangements, so he asked me to go back first. What's more, I have a little kid at home. These three It doesn’t matter if he hasn’t been taken care of for many months. I have to go back and make arrangements for him.”

"That's okay." Old Mao nodded and responded: "During this period, Qi Lin and I happened to have a good relationship on the road. Otherwise, I would have to choose a route for each delivery, which would be quite troublesome."

"Yes, if you can concentrate on doing something serious, you will be happy as a father." Qin Yu responded with a smile: "Stop studying girls all the time, you are not young anymore."

"Get the hell away."

"Haha, I'll pack up my things, say hello to Coco and leave."

"She said she would treat you to dinner before you left."

"She's a decent woman." Qin Yu bared his teeth and smiled: "I'll call her later and let's get together in the evening."

…

Fengbei special prison.

Uncle Ma was sitting on the Datong bunk bed, reading a novel with a bright red face.

"Brother Ma, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll ask someone to buy it for you." A strong man sat on the thick quilt and asked, picking his feet.

"Haha, you keep inviting me to dinner, and there's nothing I can do to repay you." Uncle Ma smiled: "Forget it, just save it, you may still have Xu'er."

"You earn money for whatever you do, but don't you just spend it?" The strong man tilted his body and commented: "Others asked me to invite you, but I still don't invite you, so I will obey you."

"Then you make arrangements," Uncle Ma didn't show any pretense: "I'll eat whatever I want."

"That's it. I'll take a nap for a while and ask someone to bring some hard vegetables in tonight." After saying this, the strong man lay down on the bed and covered himself with a quilt.

After a while, a police officer walked into the corridor outside the prison cell. He shouted into the iron railing with his hands behind his back: "Old horse!"

"Hey, Police Officer Wang," Uncle Ma put down the novel and stepped towards him: "Do you have any instructions?"

"Someone is here from Songjiang. Wash your face and come to my office later to shave. I will show you." The middle-aged police officer said softly.

Lao Ma was stunned: "Okay, okay, I'm going to wash my face."

…

About half an hour later.

Uncle Ma was taken out of the prison cell and into the room of the prison police officer, where he shaved with his razor.

"Here, put on my clothes." The police officer took out a set of shirts that were not new but very clean from the cabinet and handed them to Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma was stunned: "Haha, are you still dressing me up?"

"When you meet the elders in your hometown, you have to be decent wherever you go." The police officer responded softly: "The clothes are a bit big, so you can make do with it."

"Thank you." Uncle Ma nodded.

"It's okay." The police officer picked up the e-cigarette, sat aside and started smoking.

Uncle Ma had been in prison for three months. Songjiang's relatives and friends had found many connections outside to see him. But since he was the one who killed Xing Zihao, someone from Longxing also talked about letting Uncle Ma stay. There was some misfortune inside, so the people from Songjiang not only didn't see Uncle Ma, but they couldn't even deposit any prison coins.

But even so, Uncle Ma still drank well and slept well in prison, and he also made many friends.

In the cell, those who were either extremely vicious gangsters or prisoners who committed serious crimes on a whim, without exception, all respected Lao Ma very much. Including several police officers who were in charge of the prison, they never dealt with the old man maliciously. On the contrary, they would take more care of him if they could.

Why is this so? Is it because he dared to kill Xing Zihao that everyone is afraid of him?

Certainly not.

In the words of the strong man who just wanted to treat Lao Ma to dinner: "I have been in the Special Prison for eight months, and I have seen death row prisoners who are not fifty but thirty. But before sentencing, I can still do what I need to do." You, Brother Ma, are the only one who can eat, drink, and read books. Because of your courage, I will take care of all the meals you gave me before you sentenced me."

Other prisoners, including police officers, also once said to Lao Ma: "Man, you are not good at selling drugs. You should be able to do it alone. But your price of selling drugs is less than that of Long Xing and Yuan." Double the price and we will obey you."

When the grassroots confront the powerful and lose miserably, it often arouses sadness among the grassroots. What's more, the price Lao Ma sells medicine in Songjiang is indeed enough to be respected by many people. Because while making money, he also brought a touch of warmth to this chaotic era...

After Lao Ma changed his shirt, he was led out of the office by the police.

In the long and narrow corridor, the police officer put his hands behind his back and asked softly: "Old Ma, what is the punishment in the world?"

"I'm off, haha, you didn't go to work that day." Lao Ma nodded.

"...Yeah." The police officer nodded: "When I finish my work, I will meet you for a drink in the evening."

"Hey, that's good." Lao Ma responded with a smile.

Ten minutes later.

The police officer opened the iron door of the interview room and said softly: "Let's go in and chat."

Lao Ma bent down and got into the iron gate. When he raised his head, he saw seven or eight people. They came from Songjiang and were the family members of the two patients who died tragically in the counterfeit medicine case. It was they who called many other patients in anger and smashed the Ma family's warehouse.

These people stared blankly at Lao Ma and the iron chains on his feet, and no one spoke for a while.

"Haha." Lao Ma smiled when he saw everyone: "I haven't seen anyone I know for several months."

No one said a word.

Lao Ma stood behind the tempered glass, probed his head and asked: "Er Li, has the Black Street Superintendent asked you to come over for a case closing meeting?"

"Looking for...looking for it." The middle-aged man named Er Li nodded numbly.

"Has the case been explained clearly?" Lao Ma asked again.

"It's clear." Er Li replied with a trembling voice, lowered his head, and his eyes were red: "Old Ma, we have tricked you... we have wronged you."

"It's not unfair." Lao Ma shook his head: "During the three months I was in prison, I had nothing else on my mind. I just wanted to see you. If I don't explain this matter clearly, I will end up in the underworld. This waist The pole can’t stand straight either.”

Everyone was silent.

Lao Ma lowered his head and licked his chapped lips, and suddenly took a few steps back: "Although I didn't sell the fake medicine, you didn't accuse me wrongly. Why do you say that? Because no matter what, this medicine comes from me. It leaked out of Lao Ma's hands, and it even killed your relatives. Others may not care about this, but I do... Because without the young and old men from Tuzh Street to support me, our group might have been gone long ago. "

"Old Ma, don't say that."

"Yes, without your medicine, I don't know how many people would die of illness. Lao Ma, we should thank you."

"...!"

Lao Ma waved his hands and looked at everyone with a trembling voice and said: "I have shackles on my feet and I can't squat down, so I'll bow to you. I'm sorry, young and old men, I earned the money, but the people at home don't care about it. Okay, I’ll leave you without any relatives…”

After saying that, Lao Ma bowed deeply.

Everyone looked at him and shed tears for no reason.

"Okay, my old horse will live by the letter and die by the letter. This can be regarded as a beginning and an end in life. I have no regrets." Old Ma stood up and said with a strong expression: "Go back and tell the young and old on Tuzh Street Man, I will definitely die, but the medicine will not stop, that’s all.”

After saying that, Lao Ma turned and left.

…

Jiangzhou.

When Qin Yu was about to see Coco, he lowered his head and glanced at the text message he had just received.

"He...will be executed immediately."

Qin Yu was stunned, walked to the window with a frown, lowered his head and took out the cigarette case.