"Is there thievery going on in that area?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Family Head, it's not just thievery. That place should be called the 'Thief Zone.' The surrounding shelters are all inhabited by thieves."
"How can such a thing happen?"
"The residents there are like that—truck flipping and looting, highway robbery, theft, bullying female students—everything has been in the news."
"Why doesn't the police intervene?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Family Head, it's a no-man's land at the border of several police jurisdictions. When it's tax collection, they fight for it, and when it's work, they pass the buck with no one to manage it. There are too many local thugs."
"Family Head, are you interested in that place?"
"Yes."
"Is it related to the development zone?"
"Correct."
"Oh, Family Head, don't bother with that area. The last Deputy Mayor fell because of it."
"I know. Alright, you get busy."
Song Xiaodong pondered and suddenly came up with an idea.
