Zhu Xiaoqiang came out in a hurry, his face was unwashed, his hair was unkempt, his clothes were dirty, and he looked like a blind drifter. Baina felt compassion, took out her wallet, took out a few hundred yuan and handed it to him: "Take this to eat first."
Zhu Xiaoqiang shook his head, tears falling down. He remembered the scene when his father handed him five hundred yuan last night. His father's love was like a mountain, but he never knew how to cherish it. Now it's too late.
Liu Handong said: "While Xiaoqiang is here, let's investigate as soon as possible."
The three of them visited some workers and gradually reconstructed the scene at that time. During the bidding process for the Longkaijiang North Bank Eco-city project, a large amount of deposits were collected and have not been refunded to this day. The construction team advanced money to enter the project and lost all their money. They have to collect debts.
To no avail, he was beaten by social workers gathered by Party A. The conflict reached a critical point and finally broke out. Zhu Dayou was not from the construction site, but he was involved in the conflict and was shot dead on the spot. It was indeed strange.
Baina asked again who Zhu Dayou's friend was, maybe she could get clues from him, and after some twists and turns, she finally found this co-worker in the hospital.
There was an extra bed in the corridor of the hospital, and a man in his forties was lying on the bed. Next to him was a woman who was feeding him with a spoon. Zhu Xiaoqiang recognized him at first glance and found out that this man was his cousin, named Zhu Guangyun.
Zhu Guangyun burst into tears and told them the whole story. A few days ago, they besieged the sales office to collect debts. Party A called in several trucks of people, armed with swords, guns and sticks, and rushed into the crowd and started fighting, injuring dozens of people.
Then, his arm was broken and he almost died after being stabbed several times. In the morning, Zhu Dayou came to the hospital to see him. He was so angry that he said he would get an explanation from his brother, but this happened.
"Have you reported the crime?" Baina asked.
"I reported it, but the police said it was an economic dispute and a gang fight. Not only did they not file a case, they also detained me." Zhu Guangyun wiped his tears and said, "Who did I provoke? Even if I ask for my own wages, the police station will not do it.
If you look like them and wear a pair of trousers, where can we reason with you?"
Everyone was silent. After a while, they comforted Zhu Guangyun and went back.
Liu Handong took Zhu Xiaoqiang back to Tiezha Street. Zhu Xiaoqiang dragged his tired steps upstairs, sat there for a long time, and then turned on the computer. He was powerless and could only seek justice for his father in his own way.
QQ kept flashing messages and offline files from the company's online boss, asking him to guide public opinion on the eco-city incident, but Zhu Xiaoqiang ignored them.
A post caught Zhu Xiaoqiang's attention. This was the personal experience of an "eyewitness". He claimed to be a construction worker at the Eco-City construction site and witnessed the scene with his own eyes. A large number of thugs besieged the project under the instigation of the contractor.
They were beating people, smashing things, and setting fires. Public security officers rushed to the scene to dissuade them, but to no avail. A very vicious guy shouted something like, "I'll chop you to death." He brandished a masonry knife and rushed at the police. If the police hadn't shot decisively, he would have probably died.
It was a policeman, and this person also said that the deceased was a tyrant at the construction site. He usually drove a Toyota and monopolized the earthmoving business at the construction site. He was definitely not a good person. The police opened fire to eliminate harm for the people.
These lies did not make Zhu Xiaoqiang angry. What made him angry was that the ID of the post turned out to be one of his own!
The navy company has registered many vests for the public use of commentators. Zhu Xiaoqiang himself has hundreds of IDs. The passwords are all internally disclosed. If he does not use them, others can naturally use them.
This trick was indeed effective. Online public opinion quickly became one-sided. The hesitant masses were stimulated by "Toyota's tyranny". You don't care about being a gangster and a bully, but you actually drive a Japanese car! You are a complete traitor!
Zhu Xiaoqiang suppressed his anger and wrote a long Weibo post in tears, telling the facts he knew.
This Weibo post was quickly reported by people, saying that he was spreading rumors and smearing him. A large number of people cursed him on the post and told him to get out of China.
"Young Master, there is no lid on the Pacific Ocean. If you have the ability, just swim across it and stop slandering my motherland here!"
Zhu Xiaoqiang smiled sadly. These were the words he used to scold others, but he didn't expect it to fall on him today. He had never been afraid of anyone being scolded online, but this time it was different. He was fighting for his father.
After a lively online scolding war, Zhu Xiaoqiang was banned.
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In the Pan-Asia Building office, Long Kaijiang was banging the table and scolding his subordinates: "Is it so difficult to do something? You only know how to fight and kill, but your brain is full of lard!"
The person who was scolded was Qian Zhenhu, the security supervisor at the construction site. He was also a famous figure in the world, but in front of Long Kaijiang, he could only bow his head and be scolded, and did not dare to talk back.
Yang Qing, who was sitting next to him, couldn't stand it anymore. Qian Zhenhu was fooling around with him. Scolding Qian Zhenhu was equivalent to not giving him face.
"Brother, as for what, wasn't it just a migrant worker who died? Besides, it wasn't us who killed him, it was the police who obstructed official duties, attacked the police and grabbed their guns. This case cannot be overturned." Yang Qing said leisurely.
"Lao San, you are as ignorant as Hu Zi! Did I scold him because he killed a worker? Let alone killing one worker, killing a group of them is not a big deal. That means they deserve to die. What is the situation now? Every pair of eyes
Keep an eye on it, once the public opinion stirs up and customers come to withdraw money, Hanwei will collapse immediately!"
Yang Qing's expression turned ugly now: "Brother, is it that serious?"
"The pressure on the capital chain is indeed great, but we still have land in our hands. Now it depends on the city's attitude. Mayor Jin is willing to protect us. If nothing happens, let us go and let's die together." Long Kaijiang sighed.
He took a deep breath, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and cleared his throat.
"Mayor Jin, I'm Kaijiang. Do you have time tomorrow? I'm not having a drink. I just want to invite you to inspect our construction site and encourage the employees... Oh, make an appointment with the secretary. Okay, you're busy first. Don't disturb me.
Already."
After making the call, Long Kaijiang's face was gloomy: "Jin Muchen is also having a hard time himself, and he's afraid he won't be able to take care of us."
Qian Zhenhu jumped up and said: "Damn it, you're so tight and you want to deny it! There's no door. I know where his mistress lives. She usually drives a white Land Rover and drags her to death. I'll tie her up right now."
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"Stop!" Long Kaijiang yelled angrily, picked up the teacup and threw it at it. "You're going to cause fucking trouble, aren't you? The only one who can save us now is him, a grasshopper on a rope, do you understand?"
Yang Qing also scolded: "Hu Zi, you must have eaten too much. If you don't get out of here, you will make your elder brother angry."
Qian Zhenhu left in despair. Yang Qing made a cup of tea for Long Kaijiang and brought it over and helped him rub his back: "Brother, don't worry. Think about the days when we used to pull three-wheelers at the train station. We were so miserable and tired.
Even if you haven't eaten before, there is no obstacle that you can't overcome. As long as you are willing to spend money, the kid can push it."
Long Kaijiang smiled: "Lao San, you're right, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."
"Then I'll go back first, brother, take care of yourself." Yang Qing also left the office.
Long Kaijiang sat quietly for a while, then stood up and went out. His bodyguard followed closely behind him, escorting him down the elevator and into a gray Bentley.
"Go to the old train station." Long Kaijiang ordered.
The old train station is located in the west of the city. The passenger flow has dropped significantly since the opening of the high-speed rail, but it is still a bustling place. The station building has been rebuilt, but the shadow of the past can still be vaguely found. The Bentley parked quietly on the side of the road. Long Kaijiang came down alone.
, walking slowly in the square, bodyguards following far behind.
Suddenly a man came towards him and bumped into Long Kaijiang. His glasses fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Don't you have eyes when you walk? I'll pay for my glasses!" The man was in his forties or fifties, with tattoos on his arms. He didn't look like a kind person. A few men came out of the shop nearby and started arguing: "Forget it, how much do your glasses cost?"
If you buy it, let him compensate you, just don't hit anyone."
The man said angrily: "I bought imported glasses for more than 1,000 yuan, but they broke after only three months of wearing them. I will pay at least 1,000 yuan, not even a cent less."
Long Kaijiang smiled and remembered his youthful days. In the mid-1980s, he and Yang Qing hung out around the train station, doing three-wheelers during their free time, and they would cooperate with each other to use a pair of glass glasses to molest foreign tourists.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, these old guys have not improved at all and are still doing the same old things.
The bodyguard quickly stepped forward, pushed the old gangster away, and shouted sternly: "Fuck you, don't you have eyesight? Do you know who this is?"
"Don't make it difficult for him, it's not easy." Long Kaijiang asked the bodyguard for two hundred yuan, walked up and stuffed it into the man's hand, "Man, they are all resin lenses now. They can't be broken. This trick doesn't work."
Already."
The man watched him leave in shock, and exchanged glances with others: "Who is that?"
"It seems to be Lord Long, Long Kaijiang."
"Oh my god, it's his old man."
With such an episode, Long Kaijiang's depressed mood was slightly relieved, but he was not happy for long because he bought an evening newspaper and saw that the Eco-city incident was reported on the front page today, and the report was not directed at the police.
Shooting people to death, but questioning the Eco-City project.
The North Bank Eco-City project is suspected of having a broken capital chain. The huge black-lettered headline made Long Kaijiang feel a pain in his heart. He was afraid that something might happen. The media reported it publicly. Isn't this a reminder?
When he called Mayor Jin's cell phone again, the caller was not in the service area. Long Kaijiang was furious. He was blacklisted. He called the mayor's secretary again, but no one answered.
"Go to the airport." Long Kaijiang made a decisive decision. He was someone who had seen strong winds and waves and had a keen sense of danger. At this time, he had to hide and not stand out.
Early the next morning, there was a long queue in front of Hanwei Company. Rumors spread throughout the city overnight that the Long Group was short of funds. Hanwei's customers were uneasy and came to withdraw money one after another, and the company's phone number was even called.
Wow, you can hear the ringing of the phones inside one after another outside.
After Lu Jianxian heard the news, he drove to the company. When he was far away, he saw thousands of people gathered in front of the door. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Only after he became president did he realize how serious the situation was.
We have no money, so we can only rely on new funds raised at high interest rates to plug the old hole. But the hole is so big, how can we plug it?
Now that the past was over, Lu Jianxian turned around and left without being torn apart by his customers. His cell phone kept ringing with debt collection calls from customers. He simply turned off the phone, picked up another cell phone, and called Boss Long.
"Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."