The First Division marched into the Third District Passage in a grand procession, with tens of thousands of troops making a show of suppressing the unrest, completely surrounding the Black Street, layer upon layer, along with the troops of the Second, Third, and Fourth Divisions, all at their leisure.
"No one may act without the order to attack!"
Holding binoculars, Lu Bin looked out over the Black Street from the top floor of a building in the Third District. Black smoke billowed, and the atmosphere was tense.
Shao Tian from the Third Division walked up with his hands behind his back, expressionless, and said, "Li Shuai has entered Black Street."
Lu Bin gritted his teeth and said, "It seems their negotiations went very smoothly... It looks like they won't be getting any meat this time."
Shao Tian sighed, patted the gunpowder and dust off his clothes, and said, "That's good. I sincerely hoped that Commander Li would get away unscathed."
Before Li Jiuyuan dispatched the First Division, no fewer than three or five people came to see him, hoping to exert some pressure on the military through negotiations, so that he would go to extremes and solidify the radical party's political leverage in the Black Street.
“If we don’t play it this way, the radicals will feel like they’ve lost out big time. Li Shuai gave up his supervisory position to the conservatives without doing anything, and Number One will definitely hold a grudge against him,” Lu Bin said.
"It's good that I'm alive. After this battle, I'll follow Commander Li."
Lu Bin put down his binoculars, glanced at Shao Tian, and smiled, "I remember, you and Li Shuai have been together for ten years, right?"
"Yes, he was the one who promoted me. My whole family is grateful to him, so... I had no choice."
"Look, the fighting has started!"
boom!
As the First Division's small-caliber artillery fired in unison, the entire Black Street seemed to be facing an apocalyptic earthquake.
The dragon roars!
The air was filled with the sound of gunfire!
...
At the same time.
Gerbil community, church.
Li Jiuyuan poured a cup for Qin Che and himself with a rusty kettle, and sat down opposite him with a smile.
"Gentlemen, listen to the dragon's roar."
Rumble!
Outside, the deafening roar of bombing echoed in all directions, the heat was intense, countless buildings were destroyed and collapsed one after another, and an entire area was about to be razed to the ground.
Prior to this, the entire population of that area had already been safely relocated.
This was pre-arranged by both sides, a feigned 'suppression' to show the lords and first-class citizens of the inner city that we had directly leveled several communities and that the biker gangs were completely wiped out.
Outside, cannons roared, while inside, the two factions chatted amiably, creating a wonderfully ironic scene.
"The First Division is really powerful. Where did they get all these shells?"
Li Jiuyuan didn't speak, but smiled. Zhu Shaoheng, who was standing next to him, said calmly, "Our brigade deals in arms."
Qin Che suddenly realized: "I see."
Li Jiuyuan nodded to a lithe woman behind him, who took out a shareholding agreement from a briefcase, making two copies, and gave one copy to Qin Che.
On the other side of the table, besides Qin Che, the shrew and several leaders of large communities sat beside him, looking very nervous.
Qin Che didn't look at the agreement, but instead slid the document to Sand Rat for him to review. After a moment, Sand Rat nodded and gave a signal to an officer behind him.
A small pile of chips, stacked up to the height of a trash can, along with a box of bottle caps and a small amount of banknotes.
Li Jiuyuan's eyes lit up.
Zhu Shaoheng's expression relaxed slightly, just like that of the agile woman.
Li Jiuyuan shook hands with Qin Che, and the soldiers behind him gathered all the money and put it into a large burlap sack.
The transaction is complete.
Both sides were very happy.
"Mr. Qin, this is your first-class citizen identification document. As a reward for your investment in our tour group, this is a two-story building located in the best location on Anle Street. You can overlook the small garden and oasis from the balcony, and of course, our Sand Dune Tower. The view is exceptional."
Qin Che smiled as he accepted some property documents, saying, "This is just the first round. If you can expand your business, I will make further investments. It will be a pleasure to cooperate with you."
That's a domineering statement.
In summary—
If you need money, come to me.
Li Jiuyuan's smile froze. He slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, and solemnly shook hands with Qin Che.
At this point, Qin Che had finally achieved his first goal: first-class citizen status in Sandcastle and a residence in the first district. He had become a person of high status and had formed a deep bond of interests with Li Jiuyuan. In a sense, he would become the extraordinary crocodile behind Li Jiuyuan.
With such a good offer, Li Jiuyuan didn't hesitate at all and immediately agreed.
Compared to Zheng Shishu's wariness of Qin Che, Li Jiuyuan showed more sincerity.
He didn't ask Qin Che's background, nor did he ask where the money came from. After the transaction was completed, the two sat in the church, listening to the sounds of artillery and gunfire outside, as well as the continuous explosions, feeling the slight ground tremors, and drinking tea from the first district, as if they were listening to a symphony.
"After the war, I will also be leaving the army to focus on business. What are your plans, Mr. Qin?" Li Jiuyuan asked him.
In reality, if Li Jiuyuan wanted to retire unscathed, he might have Crocodile Head protecting him. But even if Li Jiuyuan didn't die in the Black Street, as long as he did what he did and the bigwigs saw it, the radical party would tacitly allow him to retire peacefully.
However, this actually caused Zheng Shishu, a member of the neutral party, considerable losses.
With the Black Streets being 'beaten' like this, the radical party will definitely take advantage of the situation and continue to throw out bargaining chips to push forward the bill to ban the Black Streets.
But it's important to understand that for politicians, whether or not the black market can be banned is not important; what matters is the vested interests that radical parties can gain from this matter.
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