At around 10 o'clock in the evening, seven or eight men were drinking and chatting around the table on the first floor of Mingyuan Trading Company in Jiangnan District.

"Mingfei, I see why your elder brother is not very concerned about Sun Zongbin's campaign?" A strong man on the left asked in a low voice.

"Sun Zongbin is so unlucky to choose, is he so worried?" A young man in his twenties replied with a flushed face.

The strong man heard the voice and wondered: "Then he can't choose, why should we do such a lot of effort? What doubts do you have? I'll give you free things every day and smash the floats on the opposite side."

"You don't understand. Sun Zongbin is supported by the Bai family. Even if he can't choose, the old white man doesn't want Director Li to come to power smoothly. The most important thing is that the competition for the chief congressman is a matter of face. The Bai family is in Jiangnan, and there is no movement at all. Outsiders cannot think that they are finished." Mingfei explained endlessly: "What's more, although the old white man is not concerned about this matter, we cannot make no statement. My elder brother said that no matter what step Sun Zongbin takes, we will support him unconditionally. Use the best efforts to make some noise for him, and just be happy for buying the old white man."

"...I licked it in place." Someone immediately gave a thumbs up and commented.

"Then you have to lick it. If the old white man says one more thing, our company will have new customers." Mingfei sipped the liquor and responded in a blunt manner.

The strong man on the left pondered for a while and shook his head frequently: "I still think that since I know I can't choose, it's meaningless to make the scene so big. Think about it, during this period, we just have to spend at least 500,000 yuan just to send oil and rice to voters, right? Although this money was given to the Bai family, it was not worth it, it was too much."

"Ignorance." Mingfei pointed at the strong man and commented in a concise manner: "Your biggest problem is ignorance."

"Why am I stupid?"

"The Bai family is standing behind Sun Zongbin. Even the three-year-old child in Jiangnan District knows. Although he can't choose, who doesn't know that these things were given by the Bai family?!" Mingfei reached out and knocked on the table with a bright look: "Do you think the old white-haired man is mentally ill, and he throws money in vain if he has nothing to do? Let me tell you, people are using the campaign to buy tickets and the people. Why? Because Wu Wensheng's case made their reputation a little bad, so he has to pull back and influence. Think about it again, why did the Bai family have such a great influence in Jiangnan since the establishment of District 9? Is that accident?"

The strong man was silent when he heard the sound.

"Hey, the old white man is older, otherwise my brother would say he can run for mayor." Mingfei sighed pretending to be mature and said, "Time is not forgiving!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the main door of the company was suddenly kicked open. Ma Laoer led a dozen people and rushed in.

"Kang!"

Uncle Liu Zi burst into a flash of fire at the ceiling and shouted blankly: "Low your head down."

"Don't move."

"Cnm, you didn't hear it when you bow your head?"

“…!”

A dozen strong young men came forward with swords and guns, and forced the people at the table while holding the back of the sword, and smashed the gun handle at them.

"What does it mean?" Minfei asked with a shocked expression as he was pressed against his head, "Brother, what's the holiday?"

"You smashed my car, don't you know who I am?" Ma Lao Er asked, stepping over.

After hearing this, Min Fei looked at the strong man on the left, and the latter whispered: "He is Ma Lao Er."

Minfei was stunned.

"I ignore you once or twice, you're not finished yet, right?" Ma Lao Er walked to the dining table, lowered his head and asked, "Who smashed the float?"

Seven or eight people sat down in their original position without saying a word.

"Where is the courage? Where is the slogan?" Ma Lao Er lowered his head and lit a cigarette, reached out to kick Mingfei's waist and asked, "Why are you not talking anymore? Ah?!"

"I just came back and didn't know anything." Minfei frowned and replied.

"Ah, no one admits it." Ma Lao Er took a sip of cigarettes, put his left hand on top of Mingfei's head, looked up and asked Uncle Liu Zi: "Is he Yin Mingfei?"

"Yes." Uncle Liu Zi nodded.

"No one admits it, then I'll find my elder brother." Ma Lao Er took a step back and said in a short order: "I'll buy a new car, but the anger comes out of him. Break him up!"

Uncle Liu lowered his gun when he heard the sound, stared at him and wanted to hold the fire.

"Don't move."

The strong man on the left suddenly stood up and looked at Ma Lao Er with a slightly pale face: "I smashed the car, what do you want to do?"

"You smashed it?" Ma Lao Er asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes, I smashed it."

"Which hand did you hit it?"

"The two hands were smashed, what's wrong?" The strong man narrowed his eyes and responded in a very hard tone.

"Haha." Ma Lao Er smiled and turned around.

"Hulala!"

Three or four young men stepped forward and pressed the strong man's upper body and arms all on the table.

Mingfei looked at Ma Lao Er with a gloomy face: "The conflict on the ground, are you playing with the secret?"

"If you don't play with a silly, why are you smashing my car?!" Ma Lao Er stepped forward, reached out and pulled Minfei's head and cursed: "The three congressmen who voted for us were all painted with red paint at the door of their house and threw away dead rats. Aren't you playing with a silly? If you want to do it, just look for me and it's over. Why are you scammers doing the silly?"

Minfei turned his head and looked at the strong man who was being held down.

"Knife." Ma Laoer shouted.

Next to it, a young man handed over the thick-backed Nibl machete with his erect.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

“… Crack!”

Ma Lao Er took the knife and kept slashing three times at the strong man's right wrist, directly chopping off his palm.

"ah!!!"

The strong man was holding back his screams at first, but the moment his hands and wrists separated, his bones broke down and a pain came instantly. He screamed with a hideous face and struggled violently.

"Aren't you hard? Don't you smash the car with both hands? Then call me a jb!" Ma Lao Er waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, hold down the other hand."

"You're almost done, right?" Mingfei roared with his eyes.

Ma Lao Er pointed at Min Fei's cheek with the tip of the knife when he heard the sound: "Come on, tell me, can you do it?"

Mingfei clenched his fists, turned his head and glanced at the strong man with broken hands, and nodded after a long time of silence: "Okay, I admit, I can't."

"Hey, you know you can't do it, just do it." Ma Lao Er patted Minfei on the cheek with the back of the knife, reached out to pick up the strong man's broken wrist, and threw it into the steaming pot on the steaming table.

The strong man couldn't bear the pain anymore and fainted.

Ma Laoer threw the knife to the brother next to him, pointed at Minfei and said, "If you want to run, you have your work, I have my work, if you don't mess with me, I will ignore you. But if you insist on trying to mess around, I will kill you."

After saying that, Ma Lao Er turned around and left.

...

Ten minutes later.

After Ma Laoer got into his car, he sent a red envelope to his brother who came to do his job with him, he took Uncle Liu Zi to continue giving gifts.

On the car.

Ma Laoer, who had called Qin Yu before he went, called him again after handling all the matters.

"Hello?"

"I'm done," Ma Lao Er whispered: "Chop one of his hands."

"Our brother is okay?"

"No, I'll continue to give gifts."

"Okay, it's over tonight, come here."

"Haole."

The two of them only chatted for a few short sentences on the phone and hung up the phone.

With just this simple action, you can actually see the changes in Ma Lao Er. Because he wanted to do something before, he would go immediately, but after coming back this time, when he encountered something, he always asked Qin Yu in habit, and then Uncle Liu Zi, and finally he judged whether to do the thing.

People always have to pay some price when they grow up. Unfortunately, Ma Laoer's price is heavier. But fortunately, he survived and survived.

...

Two days later, on the Chinese Spring Festival and on New Year's Eve, the entire Songjiang River lit up.

Qin Yu took the lead and called Laomao, Zhu Wei, Ma Laoer, Qi Lin who had just rushed back from outside the district, as well as newcomers Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, and many brothers who were not on duty in the team went to Tuzha Street to meet together.
Chapter completed!