District 9

In the Pearl Tower Hotel, Han Sanqian stood at the window, holding the phone and frowning: "Yes, one of the conditions proposed by the other party is to let Xu Yang return to Songjiang for trial, and agree to release Han Yao and Wang Zongtan. I I asked Xiaofu from Xingyao to discuss this matter, but what Changji said was that he did not agree to release Xu Yang, saying that Long Xing from Fengbei refused and wanted to take Xu Yang back for sentencing."

"Let's not talk about Xu Yang. Why don't we give him some more compensation and get your son back alone?" the other party asked.

"Definitely not." Han Sanqian shook his head: "Xu Yang has an important position with the other party. The other party won't just give up if he pays more money."

"...Old Han, don't worry, I'll call Fengbei to discuss this matter with them." After the other party pondered for a long time, he softly comforted: "Since the other party agreed to talk, Xiao Yao should not be able to talk now. What a big deal."

"Okay, let's communicate as soon as possible."

"that is it."

After the two of them finished speaking, they ended the call. Han Sanqian stood at the window, lowered his head, took out the cigarette case, and started smoking with a frown.

On the sofa, Mr. Fu hugged his shoulders and looked at Han Sanqian's back with inexplicable sympathy in his eyes.

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Inside a health care hospital in Fengbei.

Fatty Xing was lying on the bed with a slightly depressed spirit, communicating with several senior officials beside the bed.

"Beep bell bell!"

The phone rang for a while. Fatty Xing turned around and picked up the phone. After looking down at the caller ID, he pressed the connect button: "Hello? Secretary Wang."

"Old Xing, how are you doing?" Secretary Wang asked softly.

Fatty Xing just sighed and didn't reply.

Secretary Wang was silent on the phone for a long time, and then he said softly: "...Old Xing, there is something that I find hard to talk about."

"You said what you said, I'm listening, Secretary Wang." Fatty Xing sighed again and responded with a frown.

"The call from Yanbei went to the leader. Han Sanqian wanted Xu Yang, who committed the crime in Changji, to return to Songjiang for trial. In this case, his son Han Yao and Wang Zongtan of the Wang family would They can all be exchanged." Secretary Wang said slowly: "Old Xing, I know it is a bit unkind to ask you this condition at this time, but Han Sanqian has indeed made a lot of contributions to the overall situation, I hope you can... ….”

"Secretary Wang, Han Sanqian has made a contribution, but I haven't done anything for the overall situation?" Fatty Xing said in a hoarse voice and flatly: "Both of my sons are in the hands of the other party. If It's okay if the murderer is not caught, but now he has been detained in Changji, so as a father...I'm sorry, I can't be indifferent."

"...!" Secretary Wang was silent.

"Even if the Wang family's family wins the conflict in the Longcheng area, it will not have much impact on the layout of our group. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the higher-ups, what does the election of Songjiang's chief councilor have to do with me? Fatty Xing tried his best to control his emotions, but the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "I have given away the money, I have given away the people, my son is gone, and now I have to watch the murderer return to Songjiang for trial... What do you think?" How can I accept it?"

Secretary Wang was speechless.

"...Xu Yang must be tried in Fengbei and sentenced. I will make him stay in prison for the rest of his life!" Fatty Xing said in an excited voice: "This is my bottom line and is not negotiable."

After listening to Fatty Xing's words, Secretary Wang knew that there was nothing he could do to persuade him anymore, as the other party's attitude was already clear enough.

…

About twenty minutes later.

Yan Bei's call came to Han Sanqian's mobile phone. He stood at the window, smoking continuously, and pressed the answer button: "How is it? How did Feng Bei reply?"

"...The people from the Government Affairs Office called Fatty Xing. After trying to persuade him for a long time, he still insisted on sentencing Xu Yang in Fengbei." The other party replied bluntly.

"What does he mean?" Han Sanqian frowned and asked, "Did he block Qin Yu on purpose, or did he block me on purpose?!"

"Old Han, don't think too much. He definitely didn't do this to you."

"Who are you targeting?" Han Sanqian asked coldly: "Am I not clear enough? If you don't let Xu Yang go, Han Yao and Wang Zongtan will not be able to come back."

"...Lao Xing is very angry now. The major shareholder is also injured in the hotel. Even if his son is not in trouble, there will be a lot of pressure on him internally. What's more, the Fengbei Police Headquarters also feels that Changji's matter is troublesome. It's too big, and the main culprit must be severely punished." The other party sighed and persuaded: "Old Han, I think this matter should be slowed down for a while. When Fatty Xing is relieved and the limelight has passed, we can talk about this matter again. Son. A person has just died, so we have to pay attention to the emotions of the person involved."

When Han Sanqian heard this, he felt a little cold for no reason.

Regarding the Dragon City matter, the Han Group's contribution was actually no less than that of the Wang family at the center of the storm. In addition to a large amount of financial support, Han Fei died tragically, Han Yao was arrested, and even Han Sanqian barely escaped from Dragon City. All this was because of the instructions from the top, and the Han Group went to full speed. Done. But now things have reached their lowest point, and the people in Fengbei are obviously biased towards Fatty Xing.

On the phone, Han Sanqian asked after a long silence: "...Dead people do deserve sympathy. But I don't understand...since people are dead, why don't they try to keep themselves alive?! Fatty Xing did this, It’s not Qin Yu who’s stuck, it’s me and the Wang family who are in trouble!!”

"Old Han, Fengbei has indeed been communicating with Fatty Xing about this matter. How about...?"

"That's it." Han Sanqian replied coldly and hung up the phone.

In the room, after a period of silence, Mr. Fu slowly stood up, opened his mouth and whispered softly: "Uncle Han..."

"Bang!!"

Han Sanqian turned around and kicked the coffee table over. He made a rare outburst and cursed: "If you don't put all your energy in one place, what's the point of cooperation?! Seven hundred people didn't even see the gate of Xinxiang." , was beheaded, did he help? Did he treat the matter of Dragon City as a big deal? Huh?!"

Mr. Fu was stunned.

"It's good to be careful not only about people outside, but also about your own people." Han Sanqian said with red eyes, turned around and left.

This matter really poked a hole in Lao Han's lungs.

An hour later, Han Sanqian called the group headquarters and asked a dozen senior executives to prepare to sell off some properties in Fengbei and shift all development focus in the next five years to the European Union.

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at the same time.

Salt Island.

After the bearded man arrived at the location where the gunfire rang out, he saw more than a dozen guards with guns pulling three strong men similar to him in clothes from the speedboat.

"Run away, this is what will happen!" The leading guard yelled at everyone, then fired his gun and fired dozens of bullets at the three of them mercilessly.

The crowds of people on both sides looked at the three corpses in horror, not daring to make a sound.

The bearded man frowned, and his legs trembled unconsciously. He wanted to run, but he didn't want to die yet.