District 9

A car slowly stopped in front of the second-floor door of an independent building near Songjiang North Station in the Black Street District. Wu Wensheng opened the door and walked down, saying softly: "You don't have to go in, just wait in the car."

"Okay." The nephew nodded.

Wu Wensheng straightened his clothes, turned around and went up the steps to the second floor, pushed the door open and entered the main hall.

…

Seven or eight minutes later, in the living room on the second floor.

A bald middle-aged man in pajamas, twisting his nose and asking: "Would you like some tea?"

"No, I'll just say a few words and leave." Wu Wensheng sat on the sofa, raised his head and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Pneumonia, the fever has just gone down." The bald middle-aged man coughed twice and bent down to sit opposite Wu Wensheng: "Is everyone at home gone?"

"Well, the arrangement is over." Wu Wensheng reached out and took out the cigarette case, frowned and looked at the bald head and asked, "Why are you willing to stay on the black street recently?"

"Hey, didn't I just buy this house? Besides, there are a lot of things going on at home during this period. I don't want to go back, so I just stay here to recuperate." Baldhead responded softly.

Wu Wensheng took a deep drag on his cigarette and said in a low voice: "Old Yan, how much goods are left in the library?"

"Not much." The bald man thought for a moment and replied, "Let's put it together, we can get five big pieces together."

"Contact some acquaintances and get these five items shipped as soon as possible." Wu Wensheng ordered.

Lao Yan was stunned and asked: "Are you really planning to work with Yuan Ke to prepare medicine?"

"It's not entirely because of this." Wu Wensheng responded with a frown: "The cause of Xiao Yao's death is a bit sensitive, and we have been a little close to Yuan Ke recently, so some people from the Black Street Superintendent are jealous of us. Let’s keep a low profile and don’t let others catch us.”

"Alas." Lao Yan sighed, and replied with a slightly complaining tone: "When you asked Xiao Yao to take over the gun selling business, I didn't agree very much. But if you have to say that with my help, he can completely play the role. What a good character. But within a year, he stopped listening to anyone. This time, the prince under him, Lei Zi’s goods outside the black area, was actually completely caused by improper management, which caused serious consequences... My core Ma Zai, in order to make more money, took other people's low-priced goods and sold them through his own channels. This must be severely punished. But not only did Xiaoyao not do it, but he helped him out, and finally ended up with this result. How terrible."

Wu Wensheng raised his head and looked at Lao Yan. He was silent for a long time before softly agreeing: "You are right, I am a little too spoiled to Xiao Yao."

"Logically speaking, since the children are gone, I shouldn't tell you these useless things." Lao Yan coughed twice and persuaded: "But I still feel that in recent years, not only Xiaoyao, but all of us have It's a bit arrogant... If you are too crazy when you are in power, you will unintentionally offend a lot of people."

"I understand what you mean." Wu Wensheng nodded.

Lao Yan intervened and thought for a long time, then continued with a helpless expression: "Actually, it's better to do medicine, because we have been so online in selling guns in the past two years. Many of my friends above told me that they are from a regular group. The income is not as high as ours... No one in Jiangnan has gained weight in the past two years, but we have."

"Yes." Wu Wensheng responded while smoking a cigarette: "When those murderous thugs are caught, I will have a detailed discussion with Yuan Ke. Later, you can sort out the company's internal affairs, and we will transform."

"Okay." Lao Yan nodded.

"Okay, then you can recuperate, I'm leaving." Wu Wensheng put out the cigarette butt and stood up.

"I send you."

"No, it's quite cold outside, just stay here." Wu Wensheng waved his hand and walked towards the stairs.

Lao Yan stood next to the sofa and suddenly shouted and asked: "Sancho from the Legislative Council has his birthday this month. How much do you think we should give him?"

Wu Wensheng was stunned: "He informed you personally?"

"Yes." Lao Yan nodded.

"Let's give you two hundred thousand." Wu Wensheng thought for a while and replied: "The proposal I made before to plan a commercial street in Jiangnan District is stuck in his hands. He specially notified you on his birthday because he wants benefits."

"okay, I get it."

"The accounts should be recorded clearly." Wu Wensheng instructed.

"I know."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wu Wensheng stepped downstairs.

…

Ten minutes later, on the road.

Wu Wensheng was sitting in the car, holding his chin with his right hand, lost in thought.

Sitting in the driver's seat, my nephew glanced at Old Wu in the reversing mirror and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, I see why you are a little unhappy?"

"Alas." Wu Wensheng sighed: "Lao Yan has a problem with the company."

The nephew was startled when he heard the sound.

"Xiao Yao has gone too far in some things in the past few years, and I have focused all my energy on stabilizing my political position, so our family has somewhat ignored Lao Yan's feelings." Wu Wensheng said with great insight into human nature: "I I feel... Lao Yan may have to quit his shares and go it alone in less than a year at most."

"Why should you let him withdraw his shares?" The nephew immediately frowned and replied: "Without our help, can he get so far that others call him Yan Baiwan? Now the company is in a bit of a dilemma, so he just backed down. How can he be so good? Good thing."

When Wu Wensheng heard this, he looked at his nephew helplessly and disappointedly, without saying a word.

…

On the second floor of a detached building.

Lao Yan returned to the bedroom, sat on the bed and dialed a number.

"Hello? Brother Yan."

"Contact Lei Zi from outside the area and tell them that I have a batch of low-priced goods that I am eager to sell out." Lao Yan ordered expressionlessly: "The price is three points lower than normal. If they want it, this is it. It took two days to come into town to pick up the goods.”

"knew."

"Also, give me two hundred thousand from the account. I can use it."

"How to settle the bill?"

"...Fill out a blank form and write down the purchase." Lao Yan thought for a moment and replied.

"clear."

"Okay, that's it." Lao Yan hung up the phone, took off his pajamas and ran to the bathroom, ready to take a quick shower and take an afternoon nap.

downstairs.

The driver who was serving Lao Yan was sitting on the sofa watching the live broadcast of the young lady on the online broadcast station, and was interacting wildly.

"Bang!"

The door opened, and a man with a blackened Wukong mask on his face walked in with four companions.

The driver looked up: "You guys?"

The masked man tilted his neck, raised his pistol, and pointed it at the driver's head.

"Do...do...what are you doing...?"

"Puff puff."

Before the driver could finish speaking, the silenced gun was fired.

Blood mist surged in the living room. The driver stared and fell on the sofa.

In the bathroom on the second floor, Lao Yan vaguely heard a noise downstairs, but couldn't make out what it was. Then he opened his mouth and shouted: "Hey, what are you doing downstairs...?"

The masked man held a gun in his right hand and waved his hand steadily: "Go to the second floor."

A few minutes later.

Lao Yan shouted hysterically: "What are you doing? Do you want money? There is money in the drawer, 20,000 yuan. If you have anything to say, brother, please tell me."

"Kang Kang!"

There were two more ear-piercing gunshots, but this time the gangster fired with an S-gun without a silencer.