On the night Ma Zhaoxian arrived in the southwest, Li Ye had originally planned to discuss what to do next with him.
But after leaving the airport, Ma Zhaoxian went off on his own and disappeared to who knew where. He only called Li Ye and told him to take good care of Sun Xianjin and Old Feng.
What was there left to say?
Li Ye was an old acquaintance of both Sun Xianjin and Old Feng. They had drunk vodka together in Moscow, so switching to inland Daqu liquor would not stop them from drinking to their hearts' content.
The only problem was that Old Feng knew Li Ye's capacity for liquor ran unfathomably deep. Relying on the fact that he was older than Li Ye, he kept pulling tricks like, "I'll drink half, and you drink it all."
And drinking unfairly would have been one thing, but he also kept fishing around for every scrap of gossip about this conflict. It angered Li Ye into killing a thousand enemies at the cost of ten thousand of his own, drinking him clean under the table.
Only after Old Feng had fallen asleep did Sun Xianjin sigh and say to Li Ye apologetically, "Big Brother, I'll do my best to fight for justice for you during this trip to the southwest.
"But right now, I'm insignificant and my words carry little weight. I still can't influence the bigger picture. Hang in there a little longer. Once I get promoted in a few years, we'll deal with those bastards one by one."
"What are you talking about? If someone heard that, they'd think you were some treacherous minister using public office for private gain!"
Li Ye laughed and cursed as he punched Sun Xianjin lightly, cutting off his drunken ramblings.
But