District 9

The fourth floor of Tiancheng Construction Company.

The old cat stood at the window with his hands on his hips, frowning and asking Xu Yang, "What's going on?"

"The person who handled this matter is named Yang Gang. He paid money to find the media. He also organized people to go to the door of the online broadcast station to make Uncle Li look bad." Xu Yang hugged his shoulders and responded softly.

"Alright, it's him, isn't it?" the old cat asked.

"It's him." Xu Yang nodded affirmatively.

"Then there's nothing more to say, let's go to the Joy Palace." The old cat said this and turned around to walk out.

"Wait a minute!"

Xu Yang shouted.

The old cat turned back: "What's wrong?"

"Yang Gang's matter is easy to talk about, but how do you get through this with Ye Lin?" Xu Yang analyzed calmly: "Wu Di, Xiao Yu has always wanted to bring her to our side. If you want to cause trouble in the Joy Palace, then It’s easy to freeze!”

Lao Mao knew that Xu Yang was telling the truth. He stood at the door and thought for a long time before replying: "I will touch Yang Gang today. If Ye Lin can come up with a fair explanation, I won't cause trouble."

"Okay." Ma Laoer nodded in agreement.

Xu Yang also knew in his heart that Lao Mao could say this because he was considering the overall situation, so he stood up and echoed: "Let's go together."

…

It's around 7pm.

After Lao Mao, Ma Lao Er and Xu Yang left the company, they drove to Tuzh Street and walked straight into the lobby of Xile Palace.

"Brother Li, Brother Ma, Brother Xu!" The lobby manager saw the three people entering the room and immediately greeted them.

"Call Mr. Ye and Yang Gang, and I'll wait for her in the old private room." Lao Mao replied expressionlessly.

"Sorry, Brother Li, Mr. Ye is not in Songjiang, on a business trip." The lobby manager replied with a smile.

"Then you ask Brother Feng and Yang Gang to come over."

"Okay, okay, I'll call you right away." The lobby manager nodded.

…

Five minutes later, in the private room on the top floor, Brother Feng frowned and waved to the lobby manager: "You can go out first."

"Okay." The lobby manager left.

On the sofa, Yang Gang, who was blind in one eye, crossed his legs, stepped in and asked, "Would you like to see me down there? Or we can go."

"Ma Lao Er? Are you the one pouring medicine on the ground?" At this moment, a young man in his twenties and forties wearing a shiny leather jacket asked at the window with a ruffian look on his face. .

"Yes." Yang Gang nodded.

"Fuck, is he here because of what happened yesterday?" the young man in the leather jacket asked with a smile.

"Probably." Yang Gang nodded.

"There are still chicken feathers visible here." The young man in the leather jacket turned his head and spat and said: "Sooner or later, we will run into each other, so we can just send them away."

"It's even more troublesome if you don't see anything." Brother Feng turned his pen and looked at Yang Gang with some complaints in his words: "I told you not to do it yet, but you didn't listen. I did it but didn't wipe it clean. What do you think we should do now?"

"Haha!" Yang Gang smiled: "I found that you are really like Ye Lin in doing things. You always want to avoid offending both sides. Is that possible? Xinyuan District is obviously a battlefield. Unless you give up here, you will have to run into them sooner or later. It’s on!”

Brother Feng glanced at the other party, and after thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and said, "Forget it, I'll call Mr. Ye first and ask her to drag Ma Lao Er."

…

In a private room on the top floor of the Happy Palace, Lao Mao answered the phone with an expressionless face: "Hello? Linlin."

"I'm outside. You wait until I get back and we can talk about this in person." Ye Lin said straight to the point.

"I'm already here, but you don't even let me see anyone?" Old Mao took out his cigarette and paused for a while before replying.

"You don't have to worry for a day or two, right? Give me some face, and we can talk about it when I get back."

"...!" Old Mao lit the cigarette, took a deep breath and said: "Linlin, Lao Li is my biological uncle, I may not be able to wait. You ask Brother Feng and Yang Gang to show up, and I will ask the matter clearly. Absolutely There won’t be any trouble today, I’ll wait until you come back to tell me everything.”

Ye Lin thought for a moment: "Old cat, if you still recognize me as your friend, then no matter what, you can't slap me in the face tonight. Everything will wait until I get back."

"Okay." Old Cat agreed.

After the two ended the call, Ma Laoer turned around and asked, "What did Ye Lin say?"

"They will come down in a while." Old Cat replied while smoking.

…

About ten minutes later, Brother Feng, Yang Gang, and the young man in the leather jacket led the three people into the room.

"Lao Mao, Er Zi, Xu Yang, let me introduce to you. This is a friend of ours outside the district, named Wang Tiannan." After Brother Feng entered the room, he pointed at the young man in the leather jacket and introduced him to everyone.

The three of them looked up at him and saw that Wang Tiannan had no intention of shaking hands, so they just nodded at him.

Brother Feng and others sat down, and the atmosphere in the room became a little dull.

Old Mao took a puff of cigarette, turned to look at Yang Gang and asked: "What, you want to elect the chief councilor?"

"Haha, where do you start talking about this?" Yang Gang smiled: "My right of residence is not in Songjiang, so what should I choose?"

"If you don't choose, what are you doing to Lao Li?" Lao Mao looked at him expressionlessly and asked.

"Old Li? Who is Old Li?" Yang Gang looked at Lao Mao with a puzzled expression and asked, "I don't know this person."

"If you don't know me, I wouldn't be able to come to you." The old cat frowned and replied, "There are no outsiders in the house, so there's no point in pretending to be stupid."

"No, I'm so unjust!" Yang Gang opened his palms and looked at Brother Feng with an innocent face: "I've only been in Songjiang for a few days, and I haven't figured out the thresholds of all walks of life. How can I just memorize it? Where's the pot?"

After the words fell, everyone fell silent again.

The old cat flicked the ashes of his cigarette and wanted to wait for Brother Feng to come forward and say a few words, but who knew that he had been silent the whole time.

Ma Laoer unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip, then looked at Yang Gang: "Mr. Ye called us just now. What Lao Mao meant was that if Uncle Li's election as chief councillor blocks someone's way, then Let’s get it straight. Although the Han family has withdrawn its shares from Tiancheng Baofeng Company, Linlin is gone after all, and the tea is not cold yet, do you understand?"

"This matter has nothing to do with me. I don't even know much about the chief councilor election. How can I tell it openly?" Yang Gang replied with a smile.

When Lao Mao heard this, he put out the cigarette butts in the ashtray: "If you don't want to talk, we have ways to avoid talking."

"Haha, what can I do?" Wang Tiannan sat in the corner and asked the old cat with his arms crossed.

Lao Mao glanced at him and didn't reply. He just said to Yang Gang: "How about I ask the boss of the self-media company to come over and review the lines with you?"

Yang Gang looked at the old cat and asked with a bright smile: "He told you that I ordered him to do this?"

The old cat stared at him without saying a word.

"There are so many people trying to compete for the position of the damn chief councillor. If he, the boss of a self-media company, says who is behind the scenes, then who is the one behind it? This is too childish." Wang Tiannan said with a sneer: "The court's decision depends on evidence, and his words are better than the court's."

"Are you talking too much?" Ma Laoer looked at him coldly and asked.