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

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

"Sun Zongbin is choked enough to be selected, is he a hairy man?" A young man in his twenties replied with a flushed face.

The strong man was puzzled when he heard this: "Then he can't choose it, why are we bothering so much?" What's the doubt, every day I send things for nothing, and I smash the float opposite. ”

"You don't understand. Sun Zongbin is supported by the Bai family behind him, even if he can't be elected, the old white head doesn't want that Director Li to come to power smoothly. The most important thing is that the competition for this chief councillor is a matter of face, and the Bai family is in Jiangnan, there is no movement at all, and outsiders must not think that they are finished. Ming Fei explained endlessly: "What's more, although the old white head doesn't care about this matter, we can't help but express our position." My eldest brother said that no matter how far Sun Zongbin goes, we will support it unconditionally. Use your best efforts to make some noise for him, if nothing else, just be happy to buy an old white head. ”

“…… Lick in place. Someone next to him immediately gave a thumbs up and commented.

"Then you have to lick it, if the old white head says one more word, our company will have new customers." Ming Fei took a sip of liquor and responded bluntly.

The strong man on the left pondered for a long time, but still shook his head frequently: "I still think that since I know that I can't choose, there is no point in making the scene so big." Do you think, during this period of time, just to send oil and rice to the ticket holders, we have to smash at least 500,000 yuan, right? Although this money was given by the Bai family, it was not worth spending, it was too much. ”

"Ignorance." Ming Fei pointed at the strong man and commented succinctly: "Your biggest problem is ignorance. ”

"Am I being stupid?"

"Behind Sun Zongbin is the Bai family, which even a three-year-old child in Jiangnan District knows. Although he couldn't choose it, who doesn't know that these things were given by the Bai family?! Ming Fei stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, and said with bright eyes: "Do you think the old white head is mentally ill, and he throws money in vain?" Let me tell you, people are using the election campaign to buy votes for the good of the people and the masses. Why? Because of Wu Wensheng's matter, their reputation is a little poor, so he wants to pull back the influence. If you think about it again, why did the Bai family have such a great influence in Jiangnan since the establishment of the Ninth District, is that accidental? ”

The strong man was silent when he heard this.

"Hey, the old white head is too old, otherwise my brother said he could run for mayor." Ming Fei pretended to be mature and sighed: "The years are not forgiving! ”

"Bang dang!"

As soon as the words fell, the main door of the company was suddenly kicked open, and Ma Lao Er led more than a dozen people, and rushed in.

"Kang!"

Uncle Liu Zi shot at the ceiling and yelled expressionlessly: "Lower your head for me." ”

"Don't move."

"CNM, you didn't hear me?"

“……！”

More than a dozen strong young men stepped forward with knives and guns, and while forcing the people at the table to stop, they held the back of their knives on the other hand, and the handles of the guns slammed at them.

"What do you mean?" Mingfei was pressed his head, and asked with a shocked expression: "Dude, what kind of holiday?" ”

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

Hearing this, Ming Fei looked at the strong man on the left, and the latter replied in a low voice: "He is the second horse." ”

Ming Fei was stunned.

"Once or twice, I don't care about you, you're not done yet, are you?" Ma Lao Er walked to the dining table, bowed his head and asked, "Who smashed the float?" ”

Seven or eight people, bowed their heads and sat in their places, all silent.

"Where's the boldness? What about slogans? Ma Lao Er lowered his head and lit a cigarette, reached out and kicked Mingfei's waist and asked, "Why don't you speak now?" Yes?! ”

"I just came back and I don't know anything." Ming Fei frowned and replied.

"Ah, that's no one's admitting." Ma Lao Er took a puff of cigarette, put his left hand on the top of Mingfei's head, looked up and asked Uncle Liu Zi, "Is he Yin Mingfei?" ”

"Yes." Uncle Liu nodded.

"If no one admits it, then I'll look for the eldest brother." Ma Lao Er took a step back and ordered in a short voice: "I'll buy a new car, but the anger is on him." Crash him for me! ”

Uncle Liu lowered the muzzle of the gun when he heard the sound, and his eyes were about to be fired.

"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 walked over with a gloomy face and asked.

"yes, I smashed it."

"Which hand did you smash?"

"Both hands are smashed, what's wrong?" The strong man squinted his eyes and responded in a hard tone.

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

"Hulala!"

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

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

"You don't play yin, why are you smashing my car?!" Ma Lao Er stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pulled Ming Fei's head and scolded: "The three parliamentarians who voted for us, all of them were painted red at the door of their homes and threw dead mice, aren't you playing yin?" If you want to do it, you can just find me and it's over, what are you doing to harm other people's votes? ”

Ming Fei turned his head to look at the strong man who was being pinched.

"Knives." Ma Lao Er shouted.

Beside him, a guy handed over the thick-backed Nibel machete.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

“…… Quack! ”

Ma Lao Er took the knife, and slashed at the strong man's right wrist three times without stopping, directly chopping off the palm.

"Ah!!h

The strong man couldn't hold back at first, but the moment his hand and wrist separated, his bones cracked, and the pain came instantly. He howled with a hideous face, and his body struggled violently.

"Aren't you hard? Don't you have to smash the car with two hands? Then you call a JB! Ma Lao Er waved his hand and shouted, "Come, hold the other hand for me." ”

"You're pretty much there, aren't you?!" Ming Fei glared at the beads and roared.

Hearing this, Ma Lao Er pointed at Ming Fei's cheek with the tip of his knife: "Come, tell me, can you do it?!" ”

Ming Fei clenched his fists, turned his head and glanced at the strong man with his broken hand, and nodded after being silent for a long time: "Okay, I admit it, I can't." ”

"Hey, you know you can't do it, just do it." Ma Lao Er patted Ming Fei's 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 table.

The strong man couldn't bear the pain and passed out directly.

Ma Lao Er threw the knife to the brother next to him, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ming Fei and said: "If you want to campaign, you have your job, I have my job, if you don't mess with me, I won't care about you." But if you have to touch porcelain, I'll kill you. ”

After speaking, Ma Lao Er turned around and left.

……

Ten minutes later.

Ma Lao Er got into his car, and after sending red envelopes to his brothers who came to do business with him, he took Uncle Liu to continue to give gifts.

In the car.

Ma Laoer, who called Qin Yu before he went, called him again after dealing with everything.

"Hello?"

"I'm done," Ma Lao Er said softly, "chopped off one of his hands." ”

"Is our brother alright?"

"No, I'm going to go for the gift."

"Okay, when the evening is over, you can come to me."

"Holo."

The two only had a brief chat on the phone before hanging up.

Just this simple move, in fact, you can see the change of Ma Laoer. Because he wanted to do something before, he went right away, but after coming back this time, he always habitually asked Qin Yu first, and then asked Uncle Liu Zi when he encountered something, and finally judged whether to do it or not.

In the process of growing up, people always have to pay some price, and unfortunately the price of Ma Lao Er is heavier. But fortunately, he survived and survived.

……

Two days later, on the night of the Chinese Spring Festival, the Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire Songjiang was lit up.

Qin Yu took the lead and called Lao Mao, Zhu Wei, Ma Lao Er, and Qi Lin, who had just returned from outside the district, as well as newcomers Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, and many brothers who were not on duty in the team, and went to Dirt Street to get together.

Qin Yu didn't have a lot of excitement about the New Year, but he felt that at the end of the year, his friends and brothers had experienced a lot of things together, so he had to get together, have fun, and make a summary.