Chapter 562 Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes
While the three of them were talking, Qi Zezhi and others had already made arrangements. They decided that after the first class in the afternoon, all the boys would go to North Middle School together. When the boys left, the girls stayed in the classroom and tried to find ways to delay the teacher.
"Everyone, please go back to class..." Ling Cang looked at the time and then said, "If you stay here for a long time, you will be discovered by the school."
"Wait a minute..." Qi Zezhi glanced around slowly and warned coldly: "This matter must be kept highly confidential. Anyone who dares to report it should not get involved in it in the future."
Although students use the gymnasium in the name of club activities, the school is closely watching every move of the students. With so many people gathering in the gymnasium, it is difficult not to be discovered.
Fortunately, the whole matter was decided in only ten minutes. Before the school received any news, the students had already returned to the classroom.
As soon as Ling Cang sat down, Shen Fanlei asked, "Are you going too?"
"certainly."
"That's fine."
Ling Cang was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"If you go, the situation may be under control. If you don't go, it's hard to say what the trouble will be like." At this point, Shen Fanlei smiled slightly: "I have full confidence in what you do."
Lin Xuening was busy with Century Energy. Zhang Yiting didn't go to the gym. Hong Xue didn't know about the conflict at all. Shen Fanlei, Tongtong and Shi Yu knew the whole story. They also knew Ling Cang's attitude. Tongtong couldn't decide what to do. Shi Yu blamed Ling Cang for failing to settle the matter. Only Shen Fanlei supported Ling Cang. This made Ling Cang suddenly realize that Shen Fanlei was the person who understood him best.
In fact, when the situation has developed to this point, all Ling Cang, the president of Guwu, can do is express his attitude. And no attitude can change the development of things. So it is better to seize the initiative.
Ling Cang nodded here. The students immediately took action on their own. There were people in each class organizing and making arrangements. Ling Cang didn't have to do anything at all.
When get out of class was over, the students sneaked into the parking lot separately in order to avoid attracting attention. Then, with Qi Zezhi in the lead, all the cars started together and drove towards Beigang Middle School.
There were security guards in the school parking lot. They noticed that all the students had taken out their cars and hurriedly ran to report the situation. By the time the school leaders were informed and rushed over, the students were already on their way.
Zhou Zitong drove Ling Cang, Liang Xiangyu and Wu Zhihan. They were in a relatively forward position. Ling Cang looked back and found that there were hundreds of famous cars of various types, lined up in a long row, like a long swimming dragon.
This is the scene of an aristocratic middle school. Not all students have formed such a large fleet. Among them, you can see relatively common good cars like Mercedes-Benz and BMW, as well as high-end sports cars like Porsche, and even off-road vehicles such as Land Rover. Cars. Even a Bentley.
Wherever the motorcade passed, it attracted the attention of all passers-by. They all speculated about the family affairs of someone and what his background was. Some people took out their mobile phones and kept taking pictures. They found that the motorcade did not look like a funeral or a wedding. Because there are neither white flowers nor balloons hanging on the rearview mirror. But no matter what, it is definitely not ordinary people who can organize such a convoy.
Beigang Middle School is close to the dock. It is an industrial area. Students from No. 1 Middle School rarely come here.
Compare the elegance nearby and the luxury of the place where the rich and powerful children live. This place is a completely different scene. As soon as the motorcade entered, the surrounding scenery immediately changed. There were no skyscrapers and finely decorated shops in the commercial area. There are low and dilapidated old residential buildings everywhere.
Looking around, you can faintly see towering cranes in the distance, as well as other unnamed industrial equipment.
There are many small vendors on both sides of the street. After they sell their goods, they throw away garbage at will, making the road very dirty. In many places, sewage accumulates under the curb stones. People often come out with buckets and pour sewage on the road. .
Cold wind blew in from the open car window, mixed with an unpleasant smell. It seemed like something was rotting and deteriorating.
The people walking on the street are also different. Not only are their clothes a few grades lower, but their mental outlook is also a bit worse.
Ling Cang's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Ding Xuehan calling. Ling Cang didn't answer. After a while, the cell phones of Liang Xiangyu and others also rang.
Ling Cang estimated that the others should have also received calls from their respective classes, but everyone had already agreed not to answer them.
"This is my first time coming to the dock..." Liang Xiangyu looked around and bared his teeth: "This place looks like an atomic bomb has been dropped."
"Right now, no atomic bomb has been dropped. But..." Ling Cang smiled coldly: "There is a huge gap between here and where we usually live. Sooner or later, an atomic bomb will be dropped on our society."
Liang Xiangyu didn't understand what this meant. He didn't care. He just asked: "Boss, what are your plans when you get here?"
"Let's see and then talk."
"I think we will definitely win this time..." Wu Zhihan said triumphantly: "We can overthrow Beizhong."
"To create such a huge formation..." Ling Cang glanced at the convoy again, lit a cigarette and took a puff: "I'm afraid we haven't arrived yet. Beizhong has already received the news."
Just as Ling Cang said, when the motorcade stopped at Beizhong, Xiong blindly walked out of the campus with more than a hundred students from Beizhong: "Fuck. These rich brats haven't learned their lesson. They still... Dare to come and die."
Qi Zezhi stepped forward and looked at the bear from top to bottom. Then he laughed a few times: "Come on. I think you don't have a long memory."
Blind Xiong's head was wrapped with thick bandages. It looked like a mummy. Until now, there were still bursts of pain in the top of his head. He often grinned: "Don't be so proud. I will let you go today." Everything is explained here."
"It's up to you." Qi Zezhi waved his hand. The students from No. 1 Middle School surrounded them and Bei Middle School surrounded them.
This time, No. 1 Middle School had an absolute advantage. But Xiong Blind showed no fear: "Don't scare me with more people. Do you have the guts to wait for my boss to come?"
Qi Zezhi raised his eyebrows: "You still have a boss."
"You'll find out later."
The students from No. 1 Middle School shouted: "Fuck. I'll wait for you then."
Xiong Xiong didn't say anything anymore. He just looked at No. 1 Middle School with a sneer, as if the students from No. 1 Middle School were fish on the chopping board.
Qi Zezhi didn't make a move either. He looked at Xiong Blind coldly. The scene fell silent for a moment.
I saw so many students staring at each other eagerly. Passers-by all avoided it. Some idlers watched from a distance and kept whispering to each other.
After a while, hundreds of people suddenly poured in from the direction of the pier. They stood together with Beizhong. These were all adults. They had a Jianghu air about them and they were carrying steel pipes in their hands.
They were dressed simply, but without exception, they were all tall and strong. It can be seen from this that they belonged to the same class as the students of Beizhong. They were the kind who were barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. The students of No. 1 Middle School were in front of them. A bit like a fragile chicken.
The leader among them was a tall, strong, middle-aged man with a fleshy face and a ferocious look: "What's wrong?"
"Boss..." Xiong Xiong bowed respectfully. Then he said, "It's those rich kids from No. 1 Middle School who are not convinced and have come to make trouble."
"Fuck." The visitor took two steps forward. He looked up at Qi Zezhi and said, "You are from No. 1 Middle School."
"What?" Qi Zezhi asked nonchalantly: "Where the hell are you from?"
"Wharf Gang." The visitor sneered and told Qi Zezhi word by word: "My name is Zhang Kai."
When Qi Zezhi heard this, he took a step back: "We have some differences with Beizhong. You'd better not meddle in other people's business."
"How can you call it nosy?" Zhang Kai took a step forward and said, "Did you know that the children in Beizhong are all my younger brothers. If you come to make trouble with them, you have to ask me if I agree first."
Hearing these words, not only Qi Zezhi, but also the students in No. 1 Middle School were a little stunned. They were not as aggressive as before.
"The Pier Gang." Ling Cang looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He took out his mobile phone and called Fan Xinghai: "Do you know what is going on with the Pier Gang?"
"This gang is composed entirely of dock workers. In the early days, it was a bit like a workers' mutual aid organization. Whose family encountered difficulties. Others had money to contribute and were able to contribute. In the past few years, some state-owned enterprises were closed down due to poor management. Many laid-off workers were forced to As life got involved, their nature changed and they began to use violent means to seek benefits for themselves. Over the years, they have been entrenched near the docks, bullying the market, buying and selling. However, they are different from real gangsters like the Hong Ming Gang. Most of them are low-end legal businesses that are monopolized by illegal means. For example, the aquatic product wholesale market near the dock. All business owners have to pay protection fees to them and purchase goods from them..." Fan Xinghai's business His skills are amazing. He can tell everything about this gang immediately without looking up information: "As the saying goes, 'poor and violent'. They have no money, so they are ruthless and violent. They don't follow any rules at all." Most people don't dare to provoke them. However, they are quite honest in their work. In addition, most of the residents at the dock are workers and their families. It is easier for them to gain support for their identity. For many years, they have been entrenched near the dock. Other gangs have simply Can't get in."
"So that's what happened."
"Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"Just ask." After a pause, Ling Cang told Fan Xinghai: "After a while, there will be a large-scale conflict near the dock. You should be prepared now. When I send you a text message, you will send someone over immediately. Leave the scene alone. How many people are there? Arrest them all. But before that, if someone calls the police, don’t send anyone over."
"You want me to delay sending the police. This will ensure that nothing serious happens."
"able."
"Then I understand." Fan Xinghai answered and hung up the phone without asking what was going on.