Inside the office of the garbage sorting plant.

The moment Fatty Li, who was chatting with Zhou Jin, heard the door being kicked, he collected the money on the table and hid it underneath. When he saw who was coming, he found that the leader was a young man named Pan Gui next to Meng Dajiang.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Gui, how come you still have time to wander around in a place like mine at this late hour? Zhou Jin, hurry up, get some bottles of water for Brother Gui and the others!"

"Hey!" Zhou Jin quickly stood up when he heard this. He was frightened from the bottom of his heart towards social bastards like Pan Gui.

"No need!" Pan Gui gave Fatty Li a cold look and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Li, my elder brother has something to ask you for. Please come with me!"

At this time, Fatty Li also saw that Pan Gui's attitude was not right, and said with an apologetic smile: "Why did President Meng come to see me so late? Are you going to drink again? Brother Gui, please help me talk to Meng

President, please tell me, I have something to do early tomorrow morning, so I have to go to bed early today, or I won’t go, right?"

Pan Gui was a little impatient with Fatty Li's nagging, and said with a fierce look: "Mr. Li, I'm asking you nicely now. Are you not prepared to give me this face and let me support you?"

Let’s go?”

"No! No need! Since Chairman Meng has something to ask me for, I'll take a look! Wait a moment, I'll explain the family affairs to Zhou Jin!" Fatty Li waved his hands and explained, and then took out his pocket.

He stood next to Zhou Jin and handed him the key: "If I don't come back at night, remember to lock the door and don't sleep too hard. If you hear anything moving outside, go out and take a look, especially in the southeast corner.

Those garbage that have been sorted must not be stolen by others! And..."

"Are you fucking finished?" Seeing Fatty Li chattering non-stop, a young man next to him walked up quickly, grabbed him by the collar, and roughly dragged him out the door.

Zhou Jin was sitting in the room, watching the actions of Pan Gui and others, not even daring to breathe. It wasn't until Fatty Li was taken away that he felt his pocket was a little heavy. He took it out and took a look, and found that Fatty Li didn't know when

, he had already stuffed his PHS into his pocket, and there was also a phone call that he had not dialed out. Because Fatty Li didn't know much about literacy, the names in his address book were replaced with various numbers.

The most amazing thing is that he can still remember the name written on each number. Zhou Jin looked at the phone number saved as "1" on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed dial.

After the busy tone sounded twice, Ning Zhe's voice came out from the receiver: "Damn fat man, I'm almost asleep! What's the matter, are you calling me so late?"

Zhou Jin heard the voice and asked tentatively: "Um... are you Mr. Li's friend?"

Ning Zhe realized that the person calling him was not Fatty Li, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Who are you? How come Fatty Li's cell phone is in your hand?"

Zhou Jin was a little embarrassed by Ning Zhe's stern tone: "Answer me first, are you Mr. Li's friend?"

"I'm his brother! Who are you? And, where is Fatty Li?"

"My name is Zhou Jin, and I am an employee of Mr. Li!" After hearing Ning Zhe's answer, Zhou Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Li, something happened! He was just taken away by Meng Dajiang's people! Before leaving,

He left his phone number with me, and also found your phone number. I feel like he wanted me to give you a call!"

After hearing Zhou Jin's response, Ning Zhe asked quickly: "Who is Meng Dajiang? Why did he take away Fatty Li?"

"Meng Dajiang is a big gangster in Nancheng. He has a good relationship with Brother Li, but I don't know why his men came to arrest people. Moreover, the attitude of those people is very bad. It seems that it is not a good thing!

"

"I understand, you are waiting for me at the sorting factory!" Ning Zhe said and hung up the phone.

…

At the same time, Fatty Li had been taken away from the sorting factory by Pan Gui. After being taken into the car, two people were sitting on his left and right, holding down his arms.

"Brother Gui, what do you mean?" Fatty Li was pinned by his arms behind his back. He looked at Pan Gui's back nervously: "We are all friends, can't we just say anything? You've done this.

I’m so scared!”

Pan Gui did not answer Fatty Li's question, but turned to look at him: "Where is your phone? Hand it over!"

Fatty Li shook his head: "I didn't bring my phone with me. I left it in the factory to charge!"

"Forget it if you don't have it with you. From now on, don't bother me anymore! You'll know why I'm looking for you when we get there!" Pan Gui said a word and turned his body back again. Fatty Li felt the inside of the car.

After the depressing atmosphere, I hesitated for a moment, and in the end I didn't say much nonsense and wisely remained silent.

In about half an hour, the off-road vehicle arrived at a large courtyard in the southern suburbs and parked in front of an old bungalow. This courtyard is the location of the Meng Dajiang Garbage Transport Association, which is the company he mentioned.

There was no business, it was just a place where his gangsters played cards and drank. The reason why it was called a company was because Meng Dajiang felt that when he was hanging around outside, he would look more impressive when he mentioned that he had a company.

The yard of the Garbage Transport Association is located in a remote area. The old wires cannot withstand the load of electric heaters and can only provide power for a few incandescent lamps. When Fatty Li was brought into the office, Meng Dajiang was squatting in a room that was cut horizontally.

Barbecuing meat next to a gasoline drum that was used as a charcoal basin, Pan Gui brought Fatty Li into the house and pushed him forward: "Brother, I've captured the person!"

"Bullshit! Dongfa and I are friends! This is called inviting, how can it be called arrest?" Meng Dajiang glanced sideways at Pan Gui, and then waved to Fatty Li: "Have you eaten? Let's eat something together!"

When Fatty Li saw four or five people standing next to Meng Dajiang, he shook his head with lingering fear: "President Meng, I've already eaten, so I won't delay your meal..."

"Bang!"

Pan Gui from behind kicked Fatty Li on the butt: "If my big brother tells you to eat, you can eat it! Why is there so much nonsense?!"

Meng Dajiang turned the sizzling and oily meat skewers and looked at Fatty Li expressionlessly: "Come here and eat some together."

"Hey!" Fatty Li had no idea what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds, so he could only walk to the edge of the iron bucket and squat down opposite Meng Dajiang.

"Come, try the meat I grilled!" Meng Dajiang handed the meat skewers in his hand to Fatty Li: "Brother Li, I know you have already eaten, but you can't just eat so much that you are so fat that you let others eat.

Am I hungry?"

"brush!"

Fatty Li, who had just stretched out his hand, was stunned when he heard this.

"Snapped!"

The next second, Meng Dajiang threw away the meat skewers in his hand, grabbed Fatty Li's wrist, directly pressed his palm, and pressed down on the red-hot iron bucket.

"ah!!"
Chapter completed!