In the early morning, at the entrance of the hospital.

Chen Xuefeng sat in the car, turned his head and asked Zeng Guoxing who had just arrived, "...how is the person?"

"Rescue!" Zeng Guoxing replied with a clear anger.

"Do you know that Dingfeng Group's second inspection team will arrive in a few days?" Chen Xuefeng asked with a gloomy face.

"I've received the notice!" Zeng Guoxing was silent for a moment and nodded repeatedly in response.

"I have told you no less than 10,000 times. Don't harm the big profits because of small profits!" Chen Xuefeng looked at Zeng Guoxing with an extremely sinister look and said, "...Once you are greedy, it will affect the overall situation of Fengshan Town! You have to be in trouble!"

"I see!"

"This is the last time I said this to you!" Chen Xuefeng bit his lip and emphasized, waved his hand and said, "You go!"

"Why!"

After speaking, Zeng Guoxing pushed the car door and walked down, then stood outside the car, paused for a while, and opened his mouth and said, "Xuefeng, the reason why Damin fought with Zhong Zhenbei's people is not for himself!"

Chen Xuefeng frowned and was stunned.

"He wants to help you get a piece of land!" Zeng Guoxing added: "But Liu Wei and the others heard about this, but they did not sell us face!"

After hearing this, Chen Xuefeng's face became even more gloomy.

"...I'm leaving!" Zeng Guoxing turned around and was about to leave.

"Liu Wei and the others know that this land is for me?" Chen Xueting suddenly asked.

"I know!" Zeng Guoxing replied without hesitation.

"...Okay, I understand!" Chen Xuefeng waved his hand.

"Bang!"

Zeng Guoxing closed the car door and left.

"These stinky gangsters are getting more and more aware of it..." Chen Xuefeng licked his lips and looked out of the car and muttered.

...

at the same time.

Zhejiang J, Hangzhou.

"Dingling!"

The waiter lay on the hospital bed, glanced at the phone number where he belonged to Hong Kong, and quickly reached out to pick it up.

"Hey? It's a lot! The waiter has the same word!" The other party greeted him in broken Mandarin.

"Haha, like a trench, like a trench!"

"...How is the injury recovering? Are you better?"

"It's okay, I'll go out and take a walk in the evening!" After thinking for a while, the waiter asked softly: "You are talking about attracting investment, right?"

"I did the statistics today, and everyone thought the plate was almost sucked...!" After the other party was silent for a moment, he started chatting with the waiter softly.

...

The next morning.

The Fengshan Town Police Station reported the shooting last night to the JiL Municipal Public Security Bureau. The Public Security Bureau immediately filed a case and wanted Liu Wei and Luo Bingxu online. During this wanted incident, all their ID cards were invalid, which meant that they had no identity in society.

If it was 10 years ago, the ID card might not be used, and it would not affect any specific life. But after 10 years, trains and passenger transport have been in real-name systems, and the ID card identification system has been popularized, and both small hotels and large hotels have been used. In addition, the mobile network now requires identity identification, so once the ID card cannot be used, it is almost equivalent to being isolated from the world.

On the way to Hei H, Liu Wei and Luo Bingxu were both a little at a loss, but they could only grit their teeth and accept it.

While everyone was on the road, Fu Haicheng called Luo Bingxu, but he did not answer. Then less than twenty minutes later, Fu Haicheng sent him a text message, which read: "After being well outside, after you have stabilized, give me someone else's bank card, I'll get you some money, you can save it!"

"…!" Luo Bingxu felt warm when he saw this text message, but he did not reply immediately.

...

Just as Liu Wei and Luo Bingxu started their careers running away, Uncle Tong from Xingwang Village also encountered some minor problems.

It was around 11 o'clock noon.

When Uncle Tong was about to go to the village for a meeting, a middle-aged man named Wang Daya from the same village came over on a motorcycle.

"Secretary!" Wang Daya bared and could have pulled down the big slats that were engraved with mahjong, and smiled and said hello: "What are you doing?"

"Go to the village, why? Are you having something to do?"

"Well, it's really a little bit."

"What's wrong?"

"...Oh, stop mentioning it, fuck!" Wang Daya gasped and said in a very disgusting way: "My wife has a breast tumor. The doctor asked for the operation, but I don't have money at hand now...!"

"Is it serious?" Uncle Tong asked with concern.

"The doctor said it's not easy to say now. After the operation, I have to do a pathology to find out whether it is benign or malignant!"

"Ah!" Uncle Tong nodded: "Then do you want to withdraw the money from Cunding Dingfeng Company, right?"

"Well, if I don't get it back, where can I go to make up the money!"

"...If you want to get it back, the interest may be blind!"

"Fuck, my wife is like this, what else do you want?" Wang Daya waved his hand.

"Or what, I'll get you 30,000 first?" Uncle Tong knew that the villagers saved this little money for interest, so he didn't really want Wang Daya to take back the money.

"Forget it, she doesn't know what the situation is. If the money is not enough, I have to come to you. Please trouble!" Wang Daya thought for a while and said, "You can make it all for me, let's see a doctor first!"

"Okay, I'll call later!"

"Thank you, Secretary!"

"Well, what are you?"

"Then I'll leave first!"

"Why!"

After a few greetings, Wang Daya rode a motorcycle and left, while Uncle Tong called the Dingfeng Group's project team stationed in JiL-Fengshan.

"Hey? Hello, Mr. Tong!" A senior executive in charge of the "angel fundraising" plan said hello politely.

"...Hey, kind manager, I'll tell you something!"

"What's wrong?"

"That's right. An old guy who bought shares in our village has something wrong at home!" Uncle Tong explained with a smile: "Her wife is sick, so she wants to take out the money!"

"That's right, Mr. Tong! If you draw money now, then the interest will be gone during this period. And next time he wants to invest, there may be some problems in reputation assessment, which is not easy to pass!" The other manager responded softly.

"... He said he didn't want the interest. As for the credibility issue, I probably didn't think about it anymore. After all, there is nothing important to relatives, right?" Mr. Tong pondered for a while and continued, "Okay, let's just do it. Return the money and talk about it later!"

"Okay, then I'll handle the procedures for him!" the manager said enthusiastically.

"Then we'll go over and get the money tomorrow!"

"Not tomorrow!"

"What's wrong?"

"Uncle Tong, if I go through the procedures for this money now, it will take 30 working days to take effect!" the manager said simply.

"How long?" Mr. Tong was stunned: "Thirty working days?"

"Yes, it's about a month!"

"Why is it so long!"

"This is the company's rules and regulations, we have to go through the process!" The manager made a great success with Tai Chi move.
Chapter completed!