District 9

The next day, it was around six o'clock in the evening.

Fu Xiaohao carried a leather bag and walked into Qin Yu's office: "Brother, I brought it."

"Come, let me take a look." Qin Yu waved his hand.

Fu Xiaohao heard the sound and opened his leather bag, took out two bottles of liquor that had been hidden for ten years, and said softly: "One bottle costs 2,800. Uncle Zi found a lot of connections to get it from Fengbei."

Qin Yu took the wine bottle and observed it carefully: "I don't understand either. Is this true or false?"

"I won't tell you. Uncle Zi bought it from someone else. It can't be fake. Don't worry."

"That's okay." Qin Yu put down the bottle, lowered his head and took out the phone, and walked to the window: "Hello? Feng Si, where are you? Have a drink...!"

…

after an hour.

Qin Yu drove alone to the downstairs of an apartment on Hongxiang Road in the black neighborhood, and then went upstairs with two bottles of good wine.

At the door of room 903, Qin Yu straightened his clothes and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, Feng Yunian, smelling of alcohol, opened the door. He looked at Qin Yu with a smile and said, "Oh, you are quite sensible. Do you know how to bring me some tribute?"

"Yes, I came here specifically to honor you." Qin Yu nodded.

"Come in." Feng Yunian greeted.

After Qin Yu entered the house to change his shoes, he came to the living room carrying two bottles of wine, but he saw a middle-aged man sitting at the dining table.

"Lao Yang, let me introduce to you. This is the captain of our superintendent, Qin Yu." Feng Yunian returned to the dining table and sat down. He introduced casually: "Qin Yu, this is my friend Lao Yang, Songjiang Legislator. Member of Parliament, special economic observer for the online broadcast station, and a master in the field of finance."

"Hello, Mr. Yang." Qin Yu extended his palm politely.

"Haha, disciple?" Lao Yang reached out and shook Qin Yu's hand before asking Feng Yunian with a smile.

"Fu's disciple." Feng Yunian shook his head, pointed at Qin Yu and said, "He is the eldest brother in the underworld, and people in the world call him Prince Qin."

"Feng Si, if you say so, I won't give you this gift today." Qin Yu replied with a sideways glance.

"Haha." Lao Yang smiled, waved his hand and said, "Come on, sit down by yourself."

"The cup is in the cabinet, you can take it yourself." Feng Yunian sat on the chair and greeted Qin Yu like an old friend.

Qin Yu put down the wine box and turned around to get a glass.

Feng Yunian bent down to open the wine box, reached for a bottle of liquor and said, "Fuck, I thought he gave me money."

"Hey, this wine is old." Lao Yang seemed to smell the wine through the bottle. He reached out and grabbed the bottle, lowered his head and smelled the bottle cap again, and then said with admiration: "Eight years have passed. Come on, good wine!"

"Your nose is sharper than a dog's."

"...Haha, what a mouthful." Lao Yang was not polite, lowered his head, picked up the wine vessel, and opened the lid.

Near the dining table, the aroma of wine suddenly filled the air. Lao Yang poured himself a glass very excitedly and said, "You are a sensible captain and know how to do what he likes, haha."

Qin Yu came back with the cup and sat down next to him without even asking Old Feng to greet him.

"You make so much money in a month on the underworld, so why don't you give me two bottles of wine?" Feng Yunian said sideways, "You are more serious!"

"Okay, don't try to tease me with your words." Qin Yu rolled his eyes and replied, "If you are willing, I will let you be the big brother of the underworld."

"Ha ha!"

After the words fell, the three of them looked at each other and smiled. Then Lao Feng raised his wine glass and said, "Come on, let's go one."

…

While the three of them were drinking, Qin Yu looked at Lao Yang with some curiosity. He found that this finance expert was slovenly dressed and even had a slight body odor all over his body. His hair seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and the hair on his temples had already covered his ears. In short, it gives people a feeling of being very dirty and not paying attention to personal hygiene.

During the dinner, Feng Yunian didn't talk much and only ate food and drank. Qin Yu and Lao Yang were not familiar with each other and didn't know what to say, so most of the time, Lao Yang talked like a talkative and revealed the truth. There was a lot of information that surprised Qin Yu.

"Did you know?! Several leaders at the webcast station called me a week ago." Lao Yang said with slightly blurred eyes as he buttoned the eye droppings from the corners of his eyes.

"Why are you calling me?" Lao Feng asked following the conversation.

"Let me go to the party organized by Lao Xu and his son."

"Then why don't you go?" Lao Feng asked with a smile.

"Fuck me." Lao Yang didn't pay attention to his status as an expert at all, and yelled: "What disgusting things did they do?! For a little political achievement, they even sold out their ancestors, and they want me to take advantage of them." , let them dream."

Old Feng was silent when he heard the sound.

Lao Yang took a sip of wine and continued with an excited look: "Someone told me that the maximum price offered by foreign-funded enterprises is to build Songjiang's new airport project, and the details are...requiring the privatization of the airport and not allowing the city government at all. Intervene in management. Damn it, what the hell is this? Have you dreamed back to more than a hundred years ago?! Old Xu wants to be Cixi and has signed an unequal treaty, right?"

When Lao Feng heard this, he drank wine with a serious face and said nothing.

"Economic occupation is more effective and faster than military occupation!" Lao Yang shouted urgently: "You leave all the infrastructure construction and people's livelihood construction of a city to foreign-funded enterprises, and you still can't get a say. Power, what does that mean? It means the decline of local enterprises and the shrinking of the local economy. The banknotes that appear to be liquid on the books of your Finance Department are all in the hands of outsiders. In the end, the people's survival depends on It’s not because of your political power, but it depends on the attitude of foreign capital.”

Qin Yu listened to Lao Yang's words, although he was a little confused, but he could also feel his anger.

"Chalk Investment Bank has been operating in Fengbei for less than ten years. It has hired a director, three senators of the Legislative Council, a chief councilor of the district, and countless others who are mixed in the police system and the court system. Important leading cadres in the country." When Lao Yang said this, his eyes widened: "If you give me another ten years, you will have to change your surname in the capital of Fengbei. Can't you, Lao Xu, see it?! The economy has been destroyed Control, the political power has been violated, if you continue like this, our ninth district may be included in the EU government without any reason."

"Yes." Old Feng nodded.

"Lao Xu has forgotten who his ancestors are." Lao Yang cursed loudly: "If he introduces foreign capital under such conditions, he will be a sinner through the ages and will be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"Is it that serious?" Qin Yu asked curiously.

"What's your education level?" Lao Yang asked.

"No education."

"Then read more books." Lao Yang didn't bother to explain to him, but said to Lao Feng with a red face: "I will never agree to this matter, and I will definitely speak out in my own way."

"Lao Yang, you should calm down..." Feng Yunian opened his mouth to persuade.

"I hate words like calmness and restraint the most." Lao Yang waved his hand and replied: "Because sooner or later, it will turn into numbness. Soldiers kill enemies on the battlefield, and scholars conquer the world with their pens. Each of them has a responsibility!"

"Come, have a drink." Old Feng sighed and raised his glass in greeting.

Half an hour later, the nagging Lao Yang drank too much and fell asleep on the sofa. Feng Yunian lit a cigarette, turned to look at Qin Yu and asked, "Wu Di asked you to come, right?"

Qin Yu was stunned.