Forty minutes later, downstairs of a building in Tianhe District.

Liu Runze, Aunt Tao, Aunt Tao's son, Fan Yong, Lin Jun and Zhang Xiaole all surrounded the car and listened to He Dalei explaining the incident clearly.

"Fuck me!" After hearing this, Zhang Xiaole ran away instantly, and went up and threw He Dalei two mouths, then pinched his neck and cursed: "...What else can you do? Ah?! You are fucking messed up with what you are going to do! Xiaojun hasn't come back, what should I do?"

Fan Yong covered his back and looked at He Dalei with gloomy eyes. His teeth were itchy when he hated him, but he didn't take action.

"Brother, I was wrong!" He Dalei said in a crying voice.

"...I'm fucking." Zhang Xiaole raised his hand and wanted to hit him.

"Xiaole, Xiaole, okay, just kill him and the matter will come out." Liu Runze frowned and persuaded.

Next to the street.

"Dingling!"

Lin Jun's phone rang, and he immediately answered it and walked aside.

"Hey, Jun?" He Xianglin's voice sounded.

"Hey, Brother Lin, have you found out?" Lin Jun asked quickly.

"I used to have a friend who had been playing in Guangz for a few years. He swept the goods for Guangbin Logistics and had contacted people from Fangcun." He Xianglin responded directly.

"Can you make a fuss?" Lin Jun asked with his mouth open.

"It's a big deal. My friend broke up with someone from Guangbin. Now I want to contact you, but I can't contact you." He Xianglin replied after pondering for a while.

"...Why is the Zheng family in Fangcun here?" Lin Jun heard that he couldn't contact him, so he could only ask in another direction.

"Jun'er, the situation there is not the same as ours. To put it bluntly, if we play a little deeper here, we will not be far from death, because we are close to the political center, and they are really big!" He Xianglin frowned and said, "...Jun, don't be slander. If you believe me, talk if you can, even if you can, you can spend some blood and scatter some money!"

Lin Jun was stunned and frowned and asked, "They are so deep?"

"...My friend said that Guangz Municipal Bureau wanted to fix Fangcun three times, but it was left unresolved three times." He Xianglin responded directly.

Lin Jun was speechless.

"Aside, you have heard of armed police, special police, using force to encircle a certain poison village, but have you heard of it here?" He Xianglin asked back and continued: "The environment is different, and it will definitely collapse!"

...

He Xianglin actually said it quite tactfully, because it is absolutely impossible to touch urban villages like Fangcun, which have been transformed after being transformed. Take the Zheng family as an example. Their connections are very complex and cannot be formed overnight.

For example, if a child is ready to work in a certain unit after he is in college, but his family has no money to handle some money, what should he do? If this happens in the Northeast, then his parents cannot borrow it, and they may have the intention to hang themselves. But it is very simple in Fangcun. Parents directly ask Zheng Moucai to borrow it, so Zheng Moucai won’t even ask questions, 350,000 or 1080,000, and he will get the money directly, and don’t even have the interest. If you have it, you will pay it back to me. If not, it will basically be left alone.

A few years later, if the child is working well, then Zheng Moucai has something to do and calls him. What will happen?

This kind of economic output is not only a role in winning people's hearts, but the people in Fangcun will at least not scold the Zheng bastard behind their backs, but will rats carry guns and be in a nest.

For example, if the demolition project of urban village renovation occurs in the Northeast, then the first thing that comes to mind when the person in charge of this project is how much money can I pay for in this project!

But this is not the case in Fangcun. Zheng Moucai has taken on many such projects, but he basically pays money every time. If the government gives a price of 1,500 per square meter, then Zheng Moucai will pay two hundred per square meter!

Some people wonder, what is the profit for Zheng Moucai to do this?

In fact, the reason is very simple. Others demolished each other, and they were pickaxes and knives to drive away nail households or ordinary people. However, no one of Zheng Moucai said something in Fangcun, and no one of them jumped out and said it was impossible!

With this reputation, one square meter and two hundred will be in vain!

If a gang does this, let the people not scold you, and the government will ask you if they encounter such a thing! Then how can he not get better?

Look at these people from the Zheng family in Fangcun. Even the most silly little knife is only a Honda Accord, and Zheng Moucai is wearing a sweatshirt all year round. If you don’t know him, when you look at his outfit, you will think that he is a coolie who sells goods in the market. But in fact, what’s going on, they know it themselves!

I can do it, don't need to say it myself!

So, on TV news, you can often hear that a certain family in the south is involved in gangs, with the amount involved in the case reaching billions or tens of billions, but you have never even heard of this person before.

But in the Northeast, a Q4 has been chanted for almost half a century, but in fact, the benefits he received are really average, and he has never personally participated in a murder case in his life, but he was sentenced to death in the end!

This is, the difference between the north and the south is not better, but in terms of management and "mixed culture", one is the prototype and the other is a complete system. This is an objective fact, and it is useless to argue.

...

After Lin Jun talked to He Xianglin on the phone, his head hurt. He thought for a while, turned around and found Liu Runze. The two started chatting briefly.

"How do you do that brother?" Liu Runze asked.

"Zheng Moucai will contact me, I'll wait for his phone number." Lin Jun scratched his nose and then said, "In this way, Aunt Tao's son is back. You go back first, we will do the rest ourselves!"

"...If you have something to do, call me." Liu Runze didn't argue, and directly patted Lin Jun on the shoulder.

"Okay!" Lin Jun nodded.

...

In the evening, Lin Jun and others found a hotel nearby.

"...What did Brother Lin say?" Zhang Xiaole asked Lin Jun.

"It's not easy to do." Lin Jun shook his head and continued, "...Old He won't let us slap!"

He Dalei stood aside and listened to the conversation between Lin Jun and Zhang Xiaole without saying a word.

"Damn, this matter is done. I don't know who the person who was stabbed by Da Lei is, and what is the relationship with Zheng Moucai!" Zhang Xiaole muttered in anger.

"Wait for him to call!" Lin Jun replied softly.

"Didi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jun suddenly received a text message on his phone. He lowered his head and glanced at it, and said: "It is Zheng Moucai's son, Xiaodao!"

Lin Jun looked at the text message and his head buzzed.

...

In the hospital, Zheng Moucai kept wiping the sweat from his neck with a hand towel, and his eyes were always staring at the rescue room.

“… Do you need to call those Northeastern people?”

"Wait for the result!" Zheng Moucai replied in a hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!