In front of an independent second-floor door near Songjiang North Station in Heijie District, a car slowly stopped. Wu Wensheng pushed the door down and said softly, "You don't need to go in, just wait in the car."

"Okay." The nephew nodded.

Wu Wensheng sorted out his clothes, turned to the second floor stairs, and pushed the door into the main hall.

……

Seven or eight minutes later, in the living room on the second floor.

A bald middle-aged man in pajamas twisting his nose and asked, "Drink some tea?"

"No, let me say a few words and leave." Wu Wensheng sat on the sofa and looked up and asked, "Are you sick?"

"Pneumonia, just had a fever." The bald middle-aged man coughed twice and stooped to sit opposite Wu Wensheng: "Everyone at home is gone?"

"Well, the arrangement is finished." Wu Wensheng reached out his hand and took out the cigarette case, frowning and asking at the bald head, "Why are you willing to stay on the Black Street recently?"

"Ah, didn't you just buy this house? And at this time, I have a lot of things at home. I don't like to go back, so I'll raise my sickness here." The bald head responded softly.

Wu Wensheng took a heavy breath and said in a low voice: "Lao Yan, how much is left in Curry?"

"Not much." The bald head thought a little and said: "Come on, let's make five big pieces."

"You contact some acquaintances, get these five big items out as soon as possible." Wu Wensheng ordered.

Lao Yan asked in a daze: "Do you really plan to have a whole medicine with Yuan Ke?"

"It's not entirely because of this," Wu Wensheng responded with a frown, "Xiao Yao's cause of death was a little sensitive, and because we were walking a little closer to Yuan Ke recently, someone from the Black Street Superintendent looked at us with jealousy. Let ’s keep a low profile and do n’t grab the handle for others. ”

"Alas." Lao Yan sighed and replied with a slightly complaint tone: "I didn't agree with you when you asked Xiaoyao to take over the gun-trafficking business. But if you help me, he can play This role is good. But within a year of kung fu, he will not listen to anyone. This time the prince under him, the goods of Leizi outside the black area, is actually entirely due to the serious consequences caused by improper management ... In order to earn two more dollars, his core Ma Tsai must use other people's low-cost goods to use his own channels. This must be severely punished. But Xiaoyao not only did not, but also helped him out, and finally made this result, How terrible. "

Wu Wensheng looked up at Lao Yan, and quietly echoed after a long silence: "You are right, I'm a little used to Xiaoyao."

"It stands to reason that the children are gone, and I should not tell you that these are useless." Lao Yan coughed and persuaded twice: "But I still think that not only Xiaoyao in recent years, but all of us It's a little bloated ... it's too crazy when you are in power, and you will inadvertently offend many people. "

"I understand what you mean." Wu Wensheng nodded.

Lao Yan intervened for a long time before continuing to express helplessly: "Actually, it's good to engage in medicine, because in the past two years we have been on the line to sell guns. Many friends above told me that a regular group of people Our income is not as high as ours ... No one in the Jiangnan region has become fat in the past two years, so we will be fat. "

"Well." Wu Wensheng said with a cigarette: "When those murderous Leizis seize, I will talk with Yuan Ke in detail. Looking back, you will rectify the inside of the company and we will transform.

"Good." Lao Yan nodded.

"Yes, then you recuperate, I'm gone." Wu Wensheng strangled his cigarette **** and got up.

"I see you off."

"No need, it's cold outside, you stay." Wu Wensheng waved his hand and walked towards the stairs.

Lao Yan stood next to the sofa and suddenly shouted and asked: "Sancho of the Legislative Council has a birthday this month. How much do you think it is appropriate for us to send?"

Wu Wensheng was shocked: "You personally notified you?"

"Yes." Lao Yan nodded.

"Send 200,000." Wu Wensheng said after a long while: "The proposal I proposed for planning a commercial street in Jiangnan District was stuck in his hand. He specially notified you on his birthday that he wanted to benefit."

"okay, I get it."

"Account records are clear." Wu Wensheng asked.

"I know."

"OK, I'm leaving." Wu Wensheng stepped downstairs.

……

Ten minutes later, on the road.

Wu Wensheng sat in the car, holding his chin in his right hand, and fell into contemplation.

In the driver's seat, my nephew swept the old Wu from the reversing mirror and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, why don't you think you are a little unhappy?"

"Ah." Wu Wensheng sighed: "Lao Yan has an opinion on the company."

Nephew stunned.

"In recent years, Xiaoyao has done too much in some things, and my energy has been placed on a stable political position, so my family ignores the feeling of being old and strict." Wu Wensheng said with great insight into human nature: "I I feel ... Lao Yan is no more than one year old, and I may have to return my stocks. "

"Why should he withdraw his shares?" The nephew immediately frowned. "He can't be mixed with us to help others call him Yan million? Now the company has a little trouble, he just retired, how can there be so? Good thing. "

Wu Wensheng heard this, and looked at her nephew with helplessness and disappointment, without saying anything.

……

On the second floor of a single building.

Lao Yan returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed to dial a number.

"Hey? Brother Yan."

"Contact Leizi outside the district and tell them that I have a batch of low-priced goods in a hurry to get out." Lao Yan commanded blankly: "The price is three points lower than normal. If they want it, this is it. Two days into the city to pick up the goods. "

"understood."

"Also, give me 200,000 from the account, I am useful."

"How do I pay off?"

"... fill in an empty list, and write the purchase." Lao Yan thought for a moment.

"Understood."

"Okay, that's it." Old Yan hung up his mobile phone, took off his pajamas and ran to the bathroom, preparing to simply rinse and sleep in the afternoon ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ downstairs.

Waiting for the old Yan Yan driver, sitting on the sofa and watching the live broadcast of Miss Webcaster, interacting wildly.

"Boom!"

The door opened, and a man with a blackened Goku mask on his face led the four companions in.

The driver looked up: "You guys?"

Masked man with a crooked neck raised his pistol and pointed it at the driver's head.

"Do ...... Do ...... What do you do?"

"Puff puff."

The driver's words didn't wait to finish, and the silencer S gun put the fire.

The blood fog raged in the living room, the driver stared at the beads and fell back on the sofa.

In the bathroom on the second floor, Lao Yan vaguely heard the sound downstairs, but he could not hear clearly. Then he opened his mouth and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing downstairs ...?"

The masked man carried the gun in his right hand and waved his hand steadily: "Go to the second floor."

After a few minutes.

The old strict hysterical shouted: "What are you doing, do you want money? There are money in the drawer, there are 20,000, the brothers have something to say."

"Kang!"

Two more ear-blasting gunshots appeared, but this time the gangster fired with no S gun.