In front of the gate of the headquarters building of the Wharf Trade Union, two Mercedes-Benz cars were stagnant. Mr. Wu was wearing a cloth suit and walked into the hall quickly with six or seven people.

On the stairs, a group of staff members were carrying the gunshot wounded office director and were hurried down.

"Old Wu."

"Here, Mr. Wu is here."

“…!”

When everyone saw Old Wu, they immediately shouted overjoyed. The office director, who was only strangled by cloth strips on his legs, seemed to have lost half his life, also woke up and shouted in a crying voice: "Old Wu, you have to make the decision for me, He Zhengyuan rebelled."

Mr. Wu glanced at everyone coldly, walked towards the stairs and scolded: "I can't even figure out the situation. He Zhengyuan is considering the union. What do you know?"

When a group of people heard this, they were all confused and stood there in a daze. They didn't know what to say.

"It's messy outside, no one can talk nonsense. Don't go to the hospital, just ask the doctor to come to the union." Old Wu threw down his back and took the people upstairs.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes remained on the office director.

"Director, look... are we still going to the hospital?"

"You are fucking stupid," the office director shouted in anger: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Wu said? The union has changed. If you walk out blindly, you may go to the cemetery... Hurry up and call me a doctor, we won't go anywhere, we will stay in the union."

upstairs.

Mr. Wu walked into the president's office, and calmly sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette and said, "In my name, I call all senior executives at the level of the union and get to the union as quickly as possible."

"I understand." The secretary nodded and left.

An older middle-aged man bent down and sat on the side seat, and asked Mr. Wu with a smile: "After tonight, I think you can only take over the position of president."

Mr. Wu looked at the middle-aged man after hearing the sound, and asked with a smile: "Do you want me to die?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

"I have been in the dock union for nearly forty years and then I have concluded a sentence." Mr. Wu said with a vicissitudes of life, "It's so cold that it's so cold."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and he nodded gently, but did not persuade him again.

"How many people have died in the position of a president?" Mr. Wu said with a little emotion: "I don't have that energy anymore, so let's vote."

"Old Wu can see it thoroughly." Middle-aged nodded and complimented.

Mr. Wu shook his head: "I'm old and timid."

"Ha ha!"

The people in the house smiled knowingly when they heard the sound.

...

In the meeting room of the port and the docks, the smog and the noise was noisy.

"Why haven't the president come yet?"

"Yes, it's been more than a day."

"Damn, you call the president?"

"It can't be connected, and the phone has no signal."

"You don't have any signal? What a broken place, I can't even send a text message."

"...Who is responsible for this place? Come and say a word, how long do we have to wait?"

Everyone here is not at a low level. There are those who are taciturn who don’t say much since they enter the house and just wait quietly. But there are also senior executives with a hot temper who start to curse after waiting for a while.

At the main entrance of the security department.

Zhou Canhui and Liu Pengju led a dozen people out of the car.

"Who?" Two young men shouted at the door.

"I'll look for He Zhengyuan." Zhou Canhui replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the main door of the security department was pushed open. He Zhengyuan waved his hand to everyone with a expressionless face: "Come on, come in."

Liu Pengju turned around when he heard the sound: "Prepare."

The dozen people behind him pulled the gun when they heard the sound, and the sound of stroking the bolt was extremely neat.

"Walk."

Zhou Canhui stepped up the steps and asked softly while walking inside, "You don't have many people, are you?"

"Yes, I have few people in the dock union." He Zhengyuan nodded.

"How many people are there opposite?" Zhou Canhui asked again.

"Not much, only more than twenty." He Zhengyuan replied softly: "No big firepower."

"good."

Zhou Canhui nodded.

...

About two minutes later, He Zhengyuan came to the door of the conference room and heard someone shouting in the room: "Let Lao He come out! Isn't it the meeting convened by the president? How could he not know what happened?"

"Bang!"

He Zhengyuan pushed the door and entered the house, with a white towel tied on his arm and shouted, "Who called me?"

After the words came, everyone looked up at the door. Then a bald middle-aged man standing near the door frowned and asked, "Old He, what are the president doing? What does it mean to call us?"

"Do you have to tell me what you are doing?" He Zhengyuan asked coldly.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" Middle-aged man did not take He Zhengyuan seriously, cursing, "Why, I've been the security manager for two days...?!"

"Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang..."!"

He Zhengyuan took out the gun and pulled the trigger to the end. The middle-aged man took a few steps back with blood all over his body, staring at He Zhengyuan with his eyes: "You fuck...!"

Before he could finish his words, the bald middle-aged man fell to the ground with a buzz, and after twitching all over his body for several times, he stopped moving.

The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at He Zhengyuan in horror, and there was no words for a moment.

He Zhengyuan briefly replaced the bullet and clamp, slapped his hand and gun on the table and said, "Click the name of the person and stand up."

"Old He, is this..." An older man was about to stand up in fear.

"Bang!"

He Zhengyuan suddenly slapped the table, his eyes raised and asked, "Did I let you talk?"

The man was so frightened by the yell that he immediately sat back on his original position.

Immediately afterwards, a little brother behind He Zhengyuan took the list and started to name the name.

In just three or four minutes, seven or eight people were called and stood by the main entrance.

"Are all together?" He Zhengyuan turned around and asked.

"It's all." The young man who named him responded.

He Zhengyuan turned his head to look at the remaining people on both sides of the conference table, and after a while, he said, "I can save at most one-third of the people in the room, but this is not because we have friendship. In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that you have no feelings for me, and I treat you the same thing. So, I did this for Xiaolian. Because you have helped her more or less, you are the heroes from her. But from my perspective, when she reaches this point today, all of you are standing behind you."

"Lao He, what do you mean..." The man who was about to stand up just now asked with a tough bullet.

"The dock union has been reshuffled," Lao He responded expressionlessly: "Sorry, everyone."

After saying that, Liu Pengju and Zhou Canhui rushed in with people.

"Hulala!"

Everyone on both sides of the conference table stood up and looked at the door in shock.

"Crash!"

Zhou Canhui lowered his head and stroked the bolt: "Fuck your mother, Shengshi Marriott has raised you for six years, and you stabbed you at a critical moment. Without your union, the B-raising group, can we lose it?"

"He Zhengyuan, you're a fucking slut!"

"Fight with them!"

“…!”

A dozen people stood up and rushed out the door.

"Da da da da da da!"
Chapter completed!