Upstairs of the apartment.

"Let me see, sit down, Uncle Tian!" Han Qiang reached out to take the file bag handed over by Zhou Tian, ​​then greeted him, and sat on the sofa and started to look.

Zhou Tian crossed his legs and was quietly waiting while drinking tea.

Five minutes later.

Han Qiang put down the information in his hand, looked up and asked, "When will it be done?"

"The faster the better, don't give him a chance to press down." Zhou Tian replied with a teacup.

"It's different now than in two or three years. The media emphasizes personalization. Ordinary people can use various means to attract fans on major platforms! As long as they want to do it, they will never be able to suppress it!" Han Qiang said with great confidence: "Please put things here, pay attention, I will let you see the reaction soon!"

"It's trouble." Zhou Tian nodded gently.

"Uncle Tian, ​​my family is all over Rong Mansion! Now, I am not afraid of trouble, I am afraid of no result!" Han Qiang replied frankly.

"...Your family will live a good life!" Zhou Tian stood up and patted Han Qiang on the shoulder, then turned around and left.

...

h.

After Fang Yuan finished shouting in the corridor, He Qichao was taken away by the case handler at the municipal bureau, and then changed to a town police station for interrogation. The intention of doing this was also very obvious. There was obviously someone on the top of him who said hello, and the case handler was afraid that the Rongfu people would hand He Qichao the words from outside.

Inside the office of a police station in a town.

"I've eaten the food, and you've smoked half a box of cigarettes! Do we have to talk about something serious?" The investigator closed the door and asked at He Qichao.

"I really don't know who the person who came to the factory to shoot! I didn't see who the gun fell on! Fang Yuan is my friend, and he came to help, it has nothing to do with this matter!" He Qichao replied with his head down.

"What's the hell about Fang Yuan's mother? I've given you a soup!" The investigator held the electric baton and poked He Qichao's crotch and asked, "Have you eaten roast chicken?"

"I really don't know!"

"Battle!" The investigator directly pressed the electric baton switch.

"Crack!"

A burst of blue light appeared on the metal head of the electric baton, and He Qichao twitched all over!

"Mom, you're here, you're still pretending to be tough guys?! Those who commit murderers have to spit in. How many rounds can you stand?" The investigator stared at his eyes and poked He Qichao with an electric baton every three or five seconds.

"You fucking hit me like this is going to be skinned!" He Qichao yelled gritting his teeth.

"I'm going to hit you? Do I still have to hit you?! I'll hang it on the iron railing for you, and I can't step on the ground and my hands can't be put down for two days! Do you think you can hold on with your physique?" The investigator asked with an electric baton and poked He Qichao's face.

"I don't know the fuck!! It's useless for you to kill me!" After a few seconds of silence, He Qichao kept thinking about Fang Yuan's shouting in the corridor, and then shouted with courage, and bitten to death but didn't spit.

...

The other end.

He Qichao suffered, and Fang Yuan would not be better. He was beaten up in one go, but he wanted to die! He threw the person directly into the kitchen cold storage for ten minutes, and was pumped three buckets of water from the ground, and did not pour it on his body at once. He only used a small bowl, poured it down from his head little by little. That kind of taste was no different from cutting it on his body with a knife. No matter how good the physique was, if you poured five or six bowls of water, you couldn't even stand up, and your whole body seemed to be frozen. The more you trembled, the more you wanted to tremble!

This is called "Winning the Water". More than ten years ago, the backbone of a violent criminal gang was dismantled and collapsed!

Fang Yuan was still fat and his legs were not smooth, so after he was mobilized for half an hour, he couldn't hold on. He lay on the ground and pretended to be shocked, and foamed out of his mouth.

...

Late at night, in the apartment.

"Brother Qiang, how can I write the first draft with a burst of points?" The copywriter who was temporarily recruited looked up and asked Han Qiang.

"I'll write it myself, just communicate with the media! The main text has not been sent out, don't reveal the photos." Han Qiang replied standing next to the workbench.

"Oh, that's great!" The copywriter nodded.

"On the last night, everyone will be energetic! After playing the cards in their hands, I will invite you to Sanya tomorrow!" Han Qiang greeted him clamoringly, and then shouted: "Come on, let's have two boxes of Red Bull!"

In the room with a relatively narrow space, smoke was shrouded in smoke, and the air humidifier was spraying white smoke. These people stayed in the room and had not been out for several days. The smell of sweat, smell of smell of smelly feet, and the smell of moldy instant noodles was as energetic as chemical fertilizers, urging everyone to work hard!

...

H-gang, in the police station.

He Qichao's body was spread on a chair, his crotch was wet, and his urine was dripping. His slightly dull eyes were trembling unconsciously when he saw the investigator.

"...I can find any reason for you, and you can detain you administratively for at least seven days! It's just twenty-four hours since you came in! You can calculate how long it will take?" The investigator ate an apple and leaned his butt on the desk and continued, "I know what you are afraid of! You are afraid that if you say it, Fang Yuan's friend will take revenge on your son!"

He Qichao heard this and his lips squirmed and continued to remain silent.

The old saying goes well. Ten years of criminal police, at least professor-level psychological experts, are contacting criminals all day long and knowing too much about what these people are thinking.

"You said, I'll take you another place to custody! You haven't committed a crime, so the time comes, so you will go out naturally!" The investigator paused and opened his mouth and continued, "Your son, I will pick you up directly to the municipal bureau! I'll find someone to take him to and from school!"

"…!" He Qichao looked at the electric baton on the table and his pupils dilated.

"I just can't figure it out. What did you say you insist on for Fang Yuan?! You are the one who suffered, and the electric baton poked you, but Fang Yuan was not the one who hurt! What did you think you are jb-picking?" The investigator watched the changes on He Qichao's face, then put down the apple and said, "Don't give up? Are you still lucky?"

He Qichao swallowed.

"Come on, see who this is!" The detective pointed at He Qichao, then shouted outside: "People are leading in!"

"Swish!"

He Qichao suddenly looked up.

"Crazy, crazy!"

In less than a minute, the door was pushed open and a young man with sixty kilograms of shackles was dragged into the house.

At this time, the investigator stared at He Qichao's expression and didn't say anything at first.

He Qichao saw the young man walking in, his eyes hesitated a little.

"Do you know him?! He is the one who rides a motorcycle and has a gun that day!" The investigator stared at He Qichao and continued, "Damn it! I have found all the main culprits, why are you still sticking to it?"

He Qichao's whole body was shocked, but he really couldn't tell whether this young man appeared in the fungi factory that night. Because the lights were very dark at that time, he didn't dare to show up in the building.

"Swish!"

The investigator picked up the electric baton and pointed at He Qichao and said, "I can tell you the person in charge! As long as one of the main culprits is arrested, the other one will be caught within seven days. They will definitely catch them! They will open their mouths and bite you, what are your consequences!"

He Qichao's forehead was sweating.

"Crack!"

The investigator pressed the electric baton switch and suddenly shouted: "Fuck your mother! Do you say it or not!"

He Qichao swallowed his saliva and replied, "Say, I say, I say...!"

"Oh, that's right!" The investigator nodded, then pointed at He Qichao and said, "You organize the language!"

...

Two minutes later, the case handler walked out of the interrogation room. The young man locked in shackles said with a smile: "I'm really stunned for him!"
Chapter completed!