The next day, it was around 6 o'clock in the evening.

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

"Come on, let's see." Qin Yu waved his hand.

Fu Xiaohao opened his bag and took out two bottles of white wine that had been hiding for ten years from it, and said softly: "One bottle is 2,800, and Uncle Zi still found a lot of connections and found it from Fengbei Tao."

Qin Yu took the wine bottle and observed it carefully: "I don't understand either, is this true or not?"

"I won't say it anymore. This is what Uncle Zi bought with someone. It must be fake. Don't worry."

"That's fine." Qin Yu put down the bottle of wine, lowered his head and took out the phone, walked to the window: "Hey? Feng Si, where are you? Drink some...!"

...

One hour later.

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

At the door of room 903, Qin Yu tidied up his clothes and reached out to ring the doorbell.

After a while, Feng Yunian pulled open the door with a drunken body, looked at Qin Yu with a smile and said, "Oh, you're quite sensible. You know how to bring me some tribute?"

"Yes, I'm here 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 with two bottles of wine, but he saw a middle-aged man sitting next to the dining table.

"Old Yang, let me introduce you. This is the captain of our Superintendent, Qin Yu." Feng Yunian returned to the dining table and sat down, and introduced casually: "Qin Yu, this is my friend Lao Yang, a member of the Songjiang Legislative Council, a special economic observer on the Internet broadcasting station, and a big shot in the field of finance."

"Hello, Mr. Yang." Qin Yu stretched out his palm politely.

"Hehe, disciple?" Lao Yang reached out and shook Qin Yu for a moment before asking Feng Yunian with a smile.

"Bad disciple." Feng Yunian shook his head and pointed at Qin Yu and said, "He is the eldest brother on the black street and is known as Prince Qin in the martial arts world."

"Feng Si, if you want to say that, I won't give you this gift today." Qin Yu replied with his squint eyes.

"Haha." Old Yang smiled and waved his hand to greet him, "Come on, sit by yourself."

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

Qin Yu put down the wine box, turned around and went to get the cup.

Feng Yunian bent down and opened the wine box, reached out to pick up a bottle of white wine and said, "Fuck, I thought he gave me money."

"Oh, this wine has been around for a long time." Lao Yang seemed to smell the wine through the bottle. He reached out and grabbed the bottle, lowered his head and smelled it again on the bottle cap, and then said in admiration: "Eight years have passed, good wine!"

"Your nose is better than a dog Turin."

"...Haha, okay." Old Yang was not polite, lowered his head and picked up the wine utensil, opened the lid.

Near the dining table, the wine smelled like a wine. Old Yang was excited and poured himself a glass and said, "You captain is sensible and know how to meet his preferences, haha."

Qin Yu came back with the cup, and without any hello to Old Feng, he sat next to him.

"You make so much money in Black Street in a month, so I'll give me two bottles of wine?" Feng Yunian said with a squinted look, "You're pretty real."

"Dede, don't mess with me." Qin Yu rolled his eyes and replied, "If you want, the big brother from the Black Street will let you be the one."

"Ha ha!"

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

...

While the three of them were drinking, Qin Yu looked at Lao Yang with some curiosity. He found that the financial expert was dressed sloppy 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 sideburns had covered his ears. In short, it gave people a feeling of being very dirty and not paying attention to personal hygiene.

During the meal, Feng Yunian didn't speak much, only ate vegetables and drank wine, while Qin Yu and Lao Yang were not familiar with each other, so they didn't know what to say, so most of the time, Lao Yang talked like a chatterbox, and revealed a lot of information that surprised Qin Yu.

"Do you know?! Several leaders from the online broadcasting station called me a week ago." Old Yang said with a slightly blurred eye drop on the corner of his eyes.

"What are you doing when calling you?" Lao Feng asked in response.

"Let me go to the party organized by Lao Xu's son."

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

"I'll go fuck." Lao Yang didn't pay attention to the identity of an expert at all and cursed: "What's the disgusting thing they did?! For the sake of some political achievements, even the ancestors were going to sell them, and they wanted me to pick up their stinky feet. They would dream of it."

Old Feng was silent when he heard the sound.

Lao Yang sipped his wine and continued excitedly: "Someone told me that the biggest price for foreign-funded enterprises is to undertake the construction of Songjiang's new airport project, and the details are... requiring the airport to be privatized and the municipal government will not interfere in the management at all! Damn, what the hell is this? Is it a dream to go back more than a hundred years ago?! Lao Xu wants to be Cixi and sign an unequal treaty, right?"

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

"Economic occupation is more effective and faster than military occupation!" Lao Yang shouted urgently: "You hand over the infrastructure and people's livelihood construction of a city to foreign-funded enterprises, and you can't get the right to speak. What does that mean? It means that local enterprises are declining and local economy shrinks! Your Finance Department looks good on the books, but the liquid money is all in the hands of outsiders! In the end, what people need to rely on for survival is not your politics, but the expression of foreign capital."

Qin Yu could feel his anger even though he was a little confused when he listened to Lao Yang's words.

"Chalke Investment Bank has been in Fengbei for less than ten years and has brought out a director, three Legislative Council senators, one district chief senator, and countless important leading cadres who are mixed in the police system and the court system." When Lao Yang said this, his eyes widened: "In the ten years of his mother, you will change your surname to the capital of Fengbei! Can't you see Lao Xu?! The economy is controlled and the regime is violated. If you continue like this, our Nine District may be confused and be classified into the EU government!"

"Yes." Old Feng nodded.

"Old Xu has forgotten who his ancestors are." Old Yang cursed: "When he introduces foreign capital with such conditions, he will be a sinner for the ages and will be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

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

"What is your education?" Lao Yang asked.

"No education!"

"Then you read more books." Old Yang was too lazy to explain to him, and said to Lao Feng with a red face: "I will definitely not agree with this matter. I will definitely speak out in my own way."

"Old Yang, you should calm down..." Feng Yunian opened her mouth and was about to persuade her.

"I hate calmness the most, restraining these words." Lao Yang waved his hand and replied, "Because sooner or later, it will become numb. It is their responsibility to kill enemies on the battlefield and literati's pen to conquer the world!"

"Come on, drink." Old Feng sighed and raised his glass to greet him.

Half an hour later, Lao Yang was drunk too much and fell asleep on the sofa. Feng Yunian lit a cigarette, turned his head to look at Qin Yu and asked, "Is it Wu Di who asked you to come?"
Chapter completed!