Less than two minutes after Qin Yu hung up his phone, Ma Lao Er called him.

"Hello?"

"Brother, can you feel sorry for me? Don't let me talk to that stupid again?" Ma Lao Er said speechlessly: "We both broke down. Why did you ask me to call him?"

"If you want to hit, you will hit." Qin Yu frowned and replied, "I have arrangements."

"Oh, I'm really convinced." Ma Lao Er replied with a little collapse: "Okay, I'll contact him."

"good."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

...

In the hospital.

Fatty Bi was lying on the bed, and asked the little nurse with a slut, "Sister, you always give me an injection every day. When can I ask my brother to give you an injection?"

The nurse looked at him with annoyance and deliberately tried to stab him in his blood vessels with a needle very fiercely: "You are old and your blood vessels are very thin. If you have nothing to do, eat more celery."

"Di Lingling!"

As soon as the words finished, the phone rang.

"Hey?" Fatty Bi picked up.

"If Wei Kun doesn't recommend him, I'll add another 500,000 to you. Is it okay?" Ma Laoer's voice sounded.

Fatty Bi was stunned and replied with a sneer: "I told you that you are too quiet and I can't hear it."

"Okay, then I'll take the time to make some noise and listen again." Ma Lao Er replied softly and hung up his phone directly.

On the hospital bed, Fatty Bi patted his big belly and said to the person next to him: "These mud legs really think they are OK. I don't know how many departments in Fengbei are preparing to deal with them!"

...

Five minutes later.

After Qin Yu received Ma Laoer's text message, he asked Fu Xiaohao to notify Zhu Wei and handed Wei Kun to the police officers from Fengbei.

The person who was forced to hand over was forced to do so. Although the regional police superintendent had great discretion, the highest agency in the police system was the State Administration of Police. Even if Qin Yu stood behind him, he would not be able to disobey the order head-on and fight against the State Administration. This makes no sense and will not play any role.

Police officers from the Imperial Mausoleum District of Fengbei stayed in the black street for less than half an hour, then took Wei Kun and other suspects away and took him back to Fengbei by light rail train.

Niu Hai and Wei Kun’s people living in the village got the news that day, but they were not able to do anything else. The people on Qin Yu’s side did not work, let alone these people.

Since the expansion of the Xinyuan District, various bloodshed incidents on the ground have occurred almost every day. Many small teams working on the line fire a few shots every few days, and killing people is not new, but now there are still many people who are at large.

Wei Kun only fired one shot, but even Qin Yu was unable to protect him. The people did not fight with the officials, which was fully reflected at this moment.

...

After Wei Kun was taken away, nearly a month passed. Lao Bi was discharged from the hospital. Projects in Xinyuan District were still blooming everywhere, and people in the circle seemed to have forgotten the conflict.

At noon that day, Lao Bi had dinner with several small bosses of construction companies and returned to his company early. But as soon as he entered the lobby, he saw a group of simple-dressed and sloppy workers sitting on the sofa area on the left.

"Go away quickly, or I'll find the police superintendent to come." The security officer shouted with a baton and pretending to be a tiger.

"If you want to find it, just look for it." The leading worker turned his head and spit out rhubarb phlegm on the ground: "We are normal to urge the money, which law did we violate?"

"You can't tell me about money, but you will definitely not be able to stay here." The security officer frowned and shouted, "Get up and leave quickly!"

When Fatty Bi heard the quarrel here, he immediately asked the person in charge of the lobby: "What's wrong, is this?"

"The person from a small construction company in Pingdao District asked us to settle the money today. If we don't pay the money, we will stay here and not leave." The person in charge replied softly.

Fatty Bi glanced at the workers coldly, frowned and ordered: "Call the Superintendent's people and let them get the people away."

"Okay, I'll fight now."

"Turn away quickly, what's the point of blocking here!" Fatty Bi threw down, turned around and went to the elevator.

Half an hour later, the police from the Xinyuan District Superintendent came to persuade the people who asked for the accounts, but the people refused to cooperate, and did not make any noise or make trouble. They just gathered to sit at the main entrance of the company, shouting that they would ask Bi Fat’s company to pay back the money.

The policeman tried to pull the leading worker, but before he could reach out his hand, he fell to the ground with a gurgle. Then everyone called the policeman to beat him, and kept recording the video.

The police officers in Xinyuan District were too lazy to care about this direct economic dispute. After a few words of persuasion were invalid, they drove away.

...

upstairs.

When Fatty Bi was looking for a relationship and preparing to continue to get the project, the secretary walked in and whispered: "The Superintendent's people are here, but they are of no use. Those people gathered together and didn't leave... No one could do anything."

Fatty Bi was stunned for a moment: "What's the point? They are gathering to cause trouble. The police officers come and arrest two people, and they will disperse?"

"The problem is that the people from the Superintendent of the Xinyuan District are unwilling to help us arrest us." The secretary replied softly: "As soon as I talk to them, people will be no nose, and their face will be no face, saying that we are not deadbeats, can they gather here to collect debts?"

Fatty Bi was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized and said, "Ah, I forgot that Old Feng from Xinyuan District is Qin Yu's master. There is a reason why these damn people don't help."

"Then what do you think about this?" asked the secretary.

Fatty Bi picked up the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and said, "These stupid workers are just not dealing with them. The mother is threatening this kind of gathering and causing trouble! The more she does this, the less money I don't give them! Go and find Wuzi and let them deal with this matter!"

"Okay!" the secretary nodded.

"Yeah, go." Fatty Bi waved his hand.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Fatty Bi went to an entertainment city in Jiangnan District to discuss things.

At the same time, more than 30 people came out of the construction site of Xinyuan District, drove seven or eight off-road vehicles and rushed to the flat road area.

...

maritime.

A huge freighter with the words "South Shanghai Military" is slowly moving towards District 7.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound came out on the sea.

"Bang, bang bang!"

More than ten seconds later, a signal flare exploded in the sky on the left!

In the cockpit, the first mate held the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Looking hand, is there any movement on the left?"

"Yes, a stagnant hovercraft called a signal flare into the sky!" The lookout hand replied in the intercom channel: "It seems that someone is in trouble, and there is a sign for help on the ship!"

"Go to a boat and have a look!" the first mate replied in a concise manner.

On the sea.

Lin Chengdong was trembling all over, but his eyes were excited to look at the giant ship, as if he had seen the hope of rebirth...

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Chapter completed!