District 9

In the hospital, when Ma Laoer and Lao Mao rushed to the ward, Lao Li was actually fine. Because his injuries were not serious at first, just a brick hit the back of his head, and his thigh was also stabbed with trauma.

"What's going on?" Old Mao looked at the very embarrassed Old Li and asked with his hands on his hips.

"Maybe I jumped out and some people were dissatisfied, so I did it on purpose." Lao Li said with a smile: "When fighting for power, you have to pretend to be very democratic. It is normal for this kind of thing to happen."

"That's not right." Ma Laoer frowned and stood aside and said, "We have almost arranged the few people we want to choose, so why did this suddenly happen?"

Lao Li thought about it for a long time, shook his head and replied: "What you see on the surface may be different from the actual situation!"

While the three of them were talking, Lao Mao's cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, walked to the window and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"What's going on over there, Uncle Li?" Qin Yu's voice sounded: "What happened?"

"I don't know who did it," Old Cat shook his head: "It happened all of a sudden."

"Is it because you didn't make arrangements for the relationship I introduced to you?" Qin Yu asked.

"How could it be? I have been helping Lao Li with this matter in the past two days. I have walked around with everyone who should move around. Even if I haven't met, I have called them all and made an appointment for a time to get together. We have no mistakes. Whose fault is it?" Old Cat responded with a frown.

"Then there are still people lying down who want to choose." Qin Yu said after thinking for a long time: "I will go back to Songjiang the day after tomorrow. You first check who the opponent is. Also, tell Uncle Li that he doesn't want the program on the online broadcast station. After I participated, they called me and said that the impact of this matter was very bad and they could not let Uncle Li continue to do it."

When the old cat heard this, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "This opponent is very sinister, I will dig it out."

"Well, please comfort Uncle Li first and wait until I get back."

"Well, let's do this first."

After saying that, the two ended the call.

…

In a well-known entertainment city in Fengbei, Qin Yu sat on the edge of the sofa, lowered his head and dug out the post that had been thoroughly fermented, and started browsing.

The content in the post was very sharp, and it revealed all the dark history of the Xu family faction at Lao Li Station. Of course, these explosive materials are all true or false. For example, the process of Lao Li's bribery to elect the chief councilor of Jiangnan District was written very loosely. But the information about Lao Li using Ma Laoer to win votes, giving money to the people, and getting into fights with other competitors is very real. Some supporting evidence was even produced to make this stone hammer more layered.

If this kind of rhythmic media attack happens to someone else, it can be completely washed away, and the image can even be restored through legal, prosecution and other means. But the bad thing about this is that Lao Li once did belong to Lao Xu's faction, and the latter's reputation in Songjiang has already been ruined. In addition, Lao Li was indeed kicked off his position as the chief councilor of Jiangnan District by the superiors because of Lao Xu's downfall. Although he was not sentenced, the local people must know that he is not clean, otherwise why would the superiors fuck you? ?

There is actually no problem if this kind of experience is not exposed, but if someone deliberately changes the rhythm suddenly, it will be very troublesome. And for the other party to know so much explosive information, he obviously knows Qin Yu's team and Lao Li's past experiences very well.

Qin Yu looked at this post, his good mood was all disturbed, and he realized that the competition for new members might face many problems this time.

"Fuck!" Gu Yan walked out of the bathroom, put his arms around Qin Yu's neck and cursed: "Are you okay, brother?! If you don't accompany me, the boss, what are you doing here with your phone? How about practicing your eyes?" "

Qin Yu came back to his senses, immediately picked up the wine glass, and walked to the center of the sofa with a smile: "Come on, Group Zhang, I'll toast you with another drink..."

…

In the hospital, the old cat looked at his uncle with his hands on his hips and said, "You can keep it in the hospital for now. Don't go out these days. I'll find out who did it."

"Don't move around once you find out," Lao Li frowned and warned, "Let's see the matter clearly before we talk about it."

"I know it well." Old Mao said, turned around and left.

Ma Laoer thought about it for a long time, then turned to the driver and said, "Call two people over and chat with Uncle Li."

The driver immediately nodded understandingly: "Okay, I'll call a few over."

Ten minutes later, downstairs of the hospital, Old Cat smoked a cigarette and said with a livid face: "Wait for my call, and I will find out who did this."

"Let me check." Ma Laoer said with his hands behind his back: "I'll ask the people on the ground to inquire, so I can get the information faster."

Old Mao thought about it for a long time: "Okay, then you can handle this matter."

…

It's around 11pm.

Xu Yang was sitting at home, with the phone clamped to his ear and another cell phone in his right hand, saying: "Yes, the account that posted this is called Detective Eye, and it is a self-media account. Hmm, help me find out who he has accepted. That’s why I posted this post. No, no, ask sideways, it’s best to ask the boss of this media account to come out and have a chat. Haha, okay, please help me. Hey, that’s it.”

After Xu Yang made three or four phone calls, he still felt uneasy, and then sent a message to his brothers on the ground, asking them to inquire in the four major districts to see the group of people making trouble in front of the webcast station. Who is it?

After everything was done, Xu Yang returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

…

Inside the hospital.

Lao Li was lying on the bed, frowning after reading the post that attacked him.

These dark histories are Lao Li's biggest stumbling block on the road to election. He will definitely not be able to clean them up, so he can only find ways to come up with more powerful advantages from the side.

After lying in bed and thinking for a long time, Lao Li took out his mobile phone, limped out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Tens of seconds later, the call was connected.

"Hey, who's there?"

"Lao Li, where are you?"

"Brother Li, I'm in no man's land." The other party was silent for a while: "What's wrong?"

Old Li thought about it for a long time: "Something happened, please come back."

"Okay, I'll leave right away."

"Okay." Lao Li nodded expressionlessly.

After the two ended the call, Lao Li sat on the toilet and smoked a cigarette. He wanted to call his connections in Fengbei several times, but he finally held back. He knew now was not the time to reveal his trump cards.

…

The afternoon of the second day.

The posts continue to ferment, and many self-media accounts have joined in, crazy with Lao Li's rhythm.

Old Mao sat in the superintendent's office, browsing the comments with a cold eye, his right hand shaking with anger.

"Dip Lingling!"

A phone rang.

"Hello?" Old Cat picked up immediately.

"The source has been found."

"Who?" asked the old cat.

"...It's over at the Joy Palace." Ma Laoer replied after being silent for a while.