Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 275 The Chaotic Eighth District

If Binhai is chaotic, it means that the upper class circle is chaotic, the company is chaotic, the yamen gate is chaotic, the young master is chaotic, and the wife is chaotic.

But the eighth district is really, truly chaotic.

Tu Xiao's divestment made the originally bustling Eighth District quiet. Many KTVs were closed, and the people who watched the venue to protect safety also left. Some bosses who depended on them for survival had to hire others.

Song Qian's death also left his speeding party without a leader, just like a group of mad dogs without owners, and these mad dogs are still young, not yet old enough to guard the home.

Motorbikes whizzed past the streets of the eighth district, and the people sitting in the back seat held smoke bombs of various colors in their hands. The whole street was surrounded by messy smoke and noisy motorcycles.

The owner of a KTV sat in front of the store, watching the passing motorcycles on the street, and sighed weakly.

"At that time, Tu Xiao charged us a little protection fee, and I always felt that it was a waste of money. Every time I tried to try to give less money, but now it's all right, the little girl doesn't come to work anymore, saying that she is worried that she will be punished in the street. XXOO, let alone little girl, I am afraid that these bastards will tie me up when I walk at night."

The waiter next to the boss sighed.

"The eighth district is not the eighth district of the past! I really hope that Boss Tu will come suddenly and restore the eighth district to its previous appearance."

When the boss and the waiter sighed, there was a commotion at the entrance of the opposite bar. The security guard of the bar and a few young men with tattoos and tattoos pushed and shoved to the middle of the road. He shouted angrily with his hands in his pockets at the door.

"Do you really think District [-] is a place where you bastards mess around? Get the hell out of District [-]."

Wearing a pair of shorts and a pink coat, the young man with dyed white hair and flamboyantly dressed peas sunglasses looked slightly slightly. He took off his sunglasses and looked at the boss at the door, curling his lips.

"District [-]? Do you think that this District [-] is the District [-] when Tu Xiao was here? There is no owner here now. Whoever has more people and whoever has a hard fist is the master of District [-]. Come! Call everyone over, I will see him This bar doesn't want to open."

The young man was yelling at the door, and the friends around him took out their mobile phones, but within a few minutes, a group of puppies on motorcycles gathered at the door of the bar, screaming all the way, and the flamboyantly dressed young man pointed at the bar. At the door, he raised his head and shouted.

"Smash me!"

The bar owner shouted at the security guards and retreated to the bar, then took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Brother Dog, some puppies have already arrived."

Guan Junbiao squatted with his head up, and behind him was a woman holding a broom and pinching her waist with her hands full of anger. Guan Dagou turned his head and pointed at the woman's mobile phone, and the woman suddenly stingy and whispered.

"I'll put the bath water for you, and I'll give you the beer!"

The big dog made an OK gesture, and then whispered into the phone.

"That's right, tell these bastards to have an appointment in District [-] at eight o'clock tomorrow night, and promise to give them the bar if you lose."

"Dog brother··"

"What nonsense? I'll send you the heads in a while and let them open the scoops for you, or I'll open the scoops for your whole family. Choose yourself."

Guan Dagou hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes and lay down in the bathtub. His wife, who was still angry just now, squatted aside to wipe Guan Dagou's back, and said softly.

"Xiaoqian is tired, no matter how many years you are older than Xiaoqian, don't rely on Xiaoqian for everything! When I went to pick you up today, look at Xiaoqian's face, it is sallow and sallow."

Guan Junbiao hummed, then said.

"You finally said something to make me happy, stir-fry two dishes for me?"

"It's hot. I know you'd like to eat leftovers. I'll prepare cold dishes for you."

Maybe this is what a man's dream wife looks like. She knows how to rub your back when you are tired, and cooks for you when you are hungry. The premise is that you don't need her to worry about other things.

The big dog walked out of the bathroom and sat at the dining table. Mrs. Gou poured a glass of beer and filled another bowl of dumplings. The big dog frowned while holding the phone.

"You guys, stop being so embarrassing. After the fight at the entrance of the bar is over, find a few unfamiliar faces, find a shop in the eighth district and smash it up, smash up any fruit stand, and open your mouth to scold the master or me. The louder the movement, the better, as long as you point at people passing through the eighth district, you will curse, threaten, intimidate! Then go in and squat for three to five months."

"Understood, brother dog."

After hanging up the phone, the dumplings had already been delivered to his mouth. Guan Junbiao frowned and looked at his wife in front of him, and then made another call.

"Call now to report that there are people gathering and fighting in the eighth district. After this matter is resolved, call and report that there are drunk people in the eighth district!"

"Good dog brother!"

Another dumpling was stuffed into his mouth, and the big dog made a third call, and laughed loudly after the call was connected.

"Principal Li, we haven't been in touch for a long time. I heard that your school has a school bus that is idle. Can you borrow it for me? I'll make up some new ones for you in a few days!"

District [-] was in chaos. Dozens of people fought at the entrance of the bar. When the hat uncle arrived, the scene became a mess. Everyone was taken back to the bureau, but these puppies were still young and had no teeth. Long Qi, they are still the main responsibility.

Before the Persimmon Bureau finished dealing with the matter in front of it, the report call came again, and there was another disturbance in the eighth district.

The sleeping Du Kang was awakened by the phone call, and he personally led the team to District [-]. Looking at the lit trash cans on the street and the messy ground, Uncle Hat had a fierce quarrel with these drunk young people. Du Kang waved his hand and ordered Bring everyone back!

As soon as the front foot arrived at the bureau, the report call came again.

A scrapped school bus caught fire on the streets of District [-].

This matter is not trivial. Du Kang called Li Shaoqi, and the people on his side were not enough.

At three o'clock in the morning, Li Shaoqi and Du Kang arrived in District [-]. Looking at the chaotic streets, Li Shaoqi's eyes were red.

One by one!
One by one!
He clearly knew that it was Tu Xiao and Han Qian who were making trouble here.

Tu Xiao stood on the top floor of a hotel, looked at Li Shaoqi and Du Kang who appeared on the street, and waved to the younger brother behind him.

"Tell those bastards left behind by Song Qian to set off fireworks on motorcycles now! Leader Li is here in District [-], how can you not welcome them?"

Li Shaoqi looked at the Eighth District in front of him, he didn't know how to describe the chaos in this place.

The puppies who ride motorcycles and set off smoke bombs and fireworks.

The wall that was spray-painted with such words.

Find burning trash cans.

There are people drinking beer in the personal area surrounded by barbed wire, and none of these guys are afraid of being caught.

How long can it be closed?It will only be three years at most, and almost all of them are my own people, so I am not lonely!

Li Shaoqi snatched the trumpet from Du Kang's hand and roared angrily.

"Break it all out for me! I'm Li Shaoqi, I'm telling you guys to get rid of me, and restore the eighth district to how it was before."

The chaos stopped, and after a minute there was cheering, no one cared what Li Shaoqi said.

Being ignored again and again, Li Shaoqi's face became ferocious, and he roared again.

"Do you want me to arrest you all? I'll let you all break up!"

After roaring, Li Shaoqi found that the road was quiet. The sons and dogs on motorcycles got off the roadside one after another, the smokers also threw away the cigarette butts in their hands, and the drunkards straightened up. Seeing this, Li Shaoqi was relieved. In one breath, he sneered.

"After all, they are just some troublemakers."

After speaking, several figures walked by Li Shaoqi's side, the oldest was only 23 or [-] years old, and the youngest was only about ten years old.

four kids?

Appeared in the chaotic eighth district at this time?

Tu Kun was holding a string of gold necklaces in his hand, shaking and shaking, muttering softly.

"How did the eighth district become so ugly?"

Li Duo laughed happily.

"Your father and my father have withdrawn, who is still in the eighth district? Are you used to the two newcomers?"

Li Jiawei said seriously.

"When the wolf pack loses its head wolf, it will become chaotic. Everyone wants to be the head wolf. This kind of struggle often lasts for a long time. Beibei, if you sneak out, your uncle will beat you up."

"My uncle can't bear to be beaten! This is District Eight."

At this time, Tu Kun stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of a drunkard, frowning.

"Drink your mother's wine! Get out of here, one by one, it's annoying to see you."

"Yes! Miss! Miss, let's leave now."

Some people dare to scold Tu Xiao behind their backs, but no one dares to scold Tu Kun in front of them.

Li Jiawei, who had already walked away, turned his head to look at Li Shaoqi, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Leader Li really did it himself. If you like it, I'll make the eighth district more lively!"

After saying that, he hugged Tu Kun's shoulder, Li Jiawei lit a cigarette, then took out three or four wads of cash in his arms and threw them into the air, laughing loudly.

"The carnival can't stop! The blood needs to boil! Tonight's consumption will be paid by Mr. Li Er! Then play music and dance, let Leader Li and Dutou feel the enthusiasm of our eighth district!"

After the words fell, everyone walked towards Du Kang and Li Shaoqi.

The two of them are surrounded!
On the top floor of the hotel, Tu Xiao looked at the daughter and son-in-law who were walking away, turned around and threw a cigar to the guy on the sofa, frowning.

"Zheng Jing, what you do is a road of no return."

Zheng Jing, who was wearing a black sportswear with a mask and a sports cap, said indifferently.

"Damn them! I will blame Du Kang for my aunt's death. I know that Du Kang gave Zhou Le all the news about my aunt!"

Tu Xiao said lightly.

"What do you want?"

"Guns, bombs, and a building ready to blow up!"

Tu Xiao snapped his fingers, Cui Cui put a box of cash on the table, and said softly
"Guns and cash, the bombs will take some time."

Zheng Jing opened the box and looked at the neatly arranged cash inside, laughing at himself.

"I've never seen such money, Tu Xiao! You said that I have been working hard for so many years, why am I? Just because I let my aunt die? If I, Zheng Jing, were Feng Lun, who would dare to move my family? I need you guys, I can do it myself! What about the building?"

Tu Xiao stomped his feet.

"How is this hotel? Why don't you tell Qian'er?"

Zheng Jing shook his head.

"Don't tell me, he will stop me! Let me tell you another thing. Han Qian is not the only one who lost files in the bureau. A very important file was lost a few years ago. These people died in Shanghai Hotel The person was still alive at the time, so I left!"

Zheng Jing left with the suitcase, and walked by Li Shaoqi and Du Kang, but the two didn't care about it at all.

In the car, Li Shaoqi's face turned blue with anger, and he gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, damn it! What does the reconstruction of Binhai have to do with me? It has nothing to do with me whether the shops in the eighth district make money or not. They deserve it right from starvation. This kind of poor people is a waste of resources to live. My mother's coming to Binhai is gilded, and I am not. The Bodhisattva in the temple, you Du Kang are not the bastard in the wishing pool!"

Du Kang looked at Li Shaoqi in astonishment!
(End of this chapter)