Zhou Peng frowned and pondered, and said slowly: "If this is the case... as long as Du Fei doesn't come, various situations will occur one after another?"

Lei Luo pursed his lips and nodded seriously.

Zhou Peng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he stared at Lei Luo: "Then what do you mean is... let Du Fei come over and deal with it yourself?"

Lei Luo didn't think about it and shook his head quickly: "No, now the enemy is dark and I am clear. If the other party really attacks Du Sheng, they can't get them to do what they want. Besides... it's too dangerous to come at this time."

Zhou Peng's words obviously had a pitfall, so Lei Luo wouldn't step on it inside.

Zhou Peng said "yes" without comment. This matter is extraordinary and he easily believed no one.

Lei Luo also clicked until he finished speaking and took the initiative to say goodbye.

When I arrived outside the teahouse, there were a total of three cars waiting.

With the lessons of lard, Lei Luo became more cautious when traveling, fearing that he would be plotted against.

Fell in the car and the driver starts the car.

Lei Luo sat in the back row, pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and said, "Go home~"

The driver was stunned for a moment, responded immediately, and rushed forward to the car and honked twice.

Then the three sedans drove away quickly.

In more than twenty minutes, Lei Luo returned to the house where Du Fei was last banquet.

He has lived here lately.

As soon as he entered the room, Bai Yuechang was a little surprised: "Aluo, is it so early today?"

Lei Luo changed his slippers and sat down on the sofa: "What's going to happen~"

Bai Yuechang sat next to him and said gently: "Is it Azai's business?"

Lei Luo sighed and said, "I have a feeling that... it will be a big mess this time."

As the words fell, the phone rang beside the sofa.

Bai Yuechang got up and wanted to pick him up.

Lei Luo moved directly over and picked up the phone: "I am Lei Luo."

"Lei Shier, Deputy Director William called you to come over." The voice of the police secretary came from the other side of the phone.

Lei Luo frowned. This ghost guy has no friendship with him. At this time, what good things can happen if he calls him over.

After thinking about it, he said, "Just say I'm not here. If you have anything to ask him to leave a message, or say it in a few days."

The secretary was stunned for a moment.

Although Lei Luo is arrogant, he still has some face skills in front of these ghosts.

This time I didn't have any face left.

After stuttering the phone, Bai Yuechang next to him was a little worried: "Alo, I heard that William is operating the next director. Let's do this...if..."

Lei Luo sneered: "What if he can do to me! If you want to touch me in Xiangjiang, Lei Luo, first ask if we have thousands of guns to agree."

As he said that, he touched the back of Bai Yuechang's hand and eased his tone: "Besides, what good things can you do when you meet him now? These ghost guys are not very mean. If you make a misunderstanding, you can't explain it clearly. Yuechang, when can you not forget what we are. I can be this superintendent, not the ghost guy gives it, but the gun in my hand. Don't forget who gave it to me..."

On the other end, Zhou Peng had just returned to the pharmaceutical factory.

I received a telegram from Yizhou.

After reading it, he snorted and threw it directly on the table.

The telegram was from Zheng Maoqing, and the wording was quite stern, so I asked what was going on.

It should be that news from Xiangjiang has been spread.

"Zhou Sheng, how do we go back this...?" asked a thin middle-aged man with glasses.

He is Director Wang of the pharmaceutical factory. He used to be half a hand-off manager, and he was mostly responsible for the operation and production of the factory.

Zhou Peng simply said: "What will you do? Just stop the supply."

The lard is very afraid of Zheng Maoqing's identity, but Zhou Peng is not afraid at all.

What does Zhou Peng do? His job is to deal with Zheng Maoqing and other people.

"This..." Director Wang hesitated a little, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhou Peng glanced at him and explained: "There is goods and then the goods are paid first. In this case, do you think you can get the payment?" He gave an explanation and waved his hand and asked him to go down first.

Director Wang did not leave and asked again: "Zhou Sheng, on the newspaper side, do you think you want to think of a solution?"

Zhou Peng pursed his lips, knowing that he could not let those who had taken the money to write randomly.

Nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Director Wang then turned around and went out, but he didn't think that Zhou Peng could reverse public opinion.

The words of the whole world melt gold, and the bones are destroyed.

Although it has not reached this level yet, it is almost the same.

Most public opinion stumbled on each other, let alone small factories like them, no one can stand it.

Even if he was unhappy, Director Wang had to start planning his next job.

Zhou Peng reached out and picked up more than a dozen newspapers of all sizes from his desk.

Sitting beside his desk, he dialed out a phone call: "Hey, Chang Li..."

"Brother, what's the matter?" Zhou Changli said nothing nonsense.

Zhou Peng started to read the names of the newspapers at hand directly.

After finishing, he said coldly: "Before tomorrow, let them all shut up."

Zhou Changli said, "Brother, don't worry" and hung up the phone.

Zhou Changli is really able to do things if he should say it.

More than a dozen goals are not simple and rough.

Instead, they used targeted means such as "intimidation", "beating", "kidnapping", and "threat".

Overnight, the negative news about Qianjin Secret Pills on the market decreased by 90%.

This is already the limit, after all, there are always a few who make money and are desperate.

Zhou Changli is very sensible and it is not cost-effective to make a life for such a thing.

Besides, things have been dispersed now, even if you use thunder means, you cannot suppress them.

Instead, it is easy to be used by the other party and becomes new black material.

However, the Tao is one foot taller, and the demon is one foot taller.

Although Zhou Changli was very careful, he used his brain-like confidant to ensure that nothing unexpected happened.

But the next day, someone died...

Zhou Peng looked at blurry photos on the newspaper with a gloomy face.

It was a man in his thirties and wearing glasses who died last night and was stabbed at his doorstep.

Zhou Changli, who was beside him, frowned.

He received the news just now and rushed over in person.

"Brother, it's not my person..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Peng interrupted, "I know that I was just a bitter trick directed and acted by myself, but I was negligent."

What happened last night was reported early the next morning, and it was obvious that the other party had already prepared.

Zhou Peng continued: "You go back now and prepare to go to Xinjie to avoid it. The other party is not kind, you are from the capital, so it is not difficult to find out."

Zhou Changli frowned: "Brother, you mean they will attack me."
Chapter completed!