Li Ming sat down on the chair, took out a cigarette, lit it and took a few puffs: "I really don't understand why Ma Xiaoyao is so lucky?" Originally, Li Ming thought that Ma Xiaoyao would definitely be punished this time.
, but unexpectedly, things changed drastically later, and a large number of cultural relics were discovered under the collapsed temple. In this way, Ma Xiaoyao made up for his mistake, and Enron was fine.
Hu Gang twitched his lips: "Ma Xiaoyao's luck is better."
"Hu Gang, please continue to think of a way for me and come up with a way to deal with Ma Xiaoyao as soon as possible!" Li Ming said in a deep voice.
"Hey, boss, please rest assured, I will definitely find a way to rectify Ma Xiaoyao." Hu Gang nodded and said, "I will definitely not make Ma Xiaoyao feel too comfortable!"
…
I have to say that Ma Xiaoyao's luck is indeed good. Maybe God is grateful that Ma Xiaoyao has a heart dedicated to the people, so he can't bear to let Ma Xiaoyao have bad luck.
Luck is an ethereal, magical, mysterious, and unexplainable thing, but it does exist. Some people are lucky and do things smoothly and succeed easily. Some people have bad luck and encounter various problems when doing things.
All kinds of troubles eventually lead to failure.
After the temple collapsed, there was no need to worry about the attitude of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau. Ma Xiaoyao gave an order, and the demolition team of the Urban Construction Bureau began the demolition work again. In just a few days, all the old houses on Pingchang Road were demolished.
.
A week later.
All the old houses in the county have been demolished.
After the old houses were demolished, Ma Xiaoyao began to implement the plan he had made long ago. He divided Dongcheng County into several areas, including industrial areas, commercial areas, residential areas, leisure areas, etc. In a word, Ma Xiaoyao wanted to
Build Dongcheng County into a beautiful and rich county.
Under Ma Xiaoyao's supervision, the major campaign to build Dongcheng County began.
…
Half a month later.
Qin Hu was taken to the execution ground for execution.
The weather that day was gloomy and made people feel very depressed.
Qin Heshan stood outside the execution ground, with tears streaming down his face. He was so sad that he cried so hard. During these days, Qin Heshan ran around trying to save his son's life, but in the end he failed. He was anxious, irritable, depressed, and insomnia. In a short time,
Within half a month, Qin Heshan's expression became extremely haggard, and his hair became a lot whiter.
A son who fails to live up to his expectations will only make his parents sad.
Qin Heshan is rich, very rich, but he cannot save his son's life... Money is not everything.
Qin Hu was handcuffed and knelt on the execution ground, shouting heartbreakingly: "I don't want to die... I don't want to die... Please let me go... I beg you... I beg you."
…I don’t want to die…”
"Bang!"
There was a gunshot.
Qin Hu's screams suddenly stopped, and then he fell straight to the ground. The policeman who executed the execution was very accurate and killed him with one shot!
"Little Tiger!!!" Qin Heshan swayed and fell to the ground unconscious.
The two bodyguards standing nearby rushed over, picked up the unconscious Qin Heshan and left the execution ground.
…
I do not know how long it has been.
Qin Heshan slowly woke up.
"Mr. Qin, you finally woke up." A bodyguard let out a long sigh of relief.
With the support of the bodyguard, Qin Heshan slowly sat up from the bed: "Xiaohu...how is it..."
"Young Master...'s body has been brought back and is now parked in the morgue of the hospital..." the bodyguard replied.
"Let's go, take me to see Xiaohu." Qin Heshan said feebly.
"Mr. Qin, your body..." Before the bodyguard could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Heshan.
"I'm fine, I can hold on." Qin Heshan shook his head: "Take me to see Xiaohu quickly!" Seeing the hesitation on the bodyguard's expression, Qin Heshan suddenly became angry: "What? Can't I speak well now?"
Seeing Qin Heshan getting angry, the bodyguard immediately did not dare to stop him, and hurriedly arranged a car to accompany Qin Heshan to the hospital.
Hospital morgue.
Qin Heshan looked at the bloodless Qin Hu, and tears flowed out uncontrollably: "Little tiger... my son..." Qin Heshan lay on Qin Hu's body and cried loudly, crying so hard that he was heartbroken.
Absolutely.
The two bodyguards stood aside with sad expressions.
After crying for more than an hour, Qin Heshan slowly stopped crying. He stood up tremblingly and said in a hoarse voice: "Send the little tiger back to his hometown and give him a good burial!"
"Yes!" The two bodyguards responded, stepped forward, pushed Xiaohu's body and left the morgue.
Three days passed in a flash.
Qin Hu's funeral cost a total of one million yuan and was very grand. During the funeral, Qin Heshan cried and fainted several times. The saddest thing in the world is for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away.
In the living room.
Qin Heshan clenched his fists tightly, with strong resentment flashing in his eyes: "Ma Xiaoyao, it was you who killed my son! I will never let you go! I will never let you go!!!" In Qin Heshan's eyes
In his mind, it was Ma Xiaoyao who killed Qin Hu. At this moment, Qin Heshan hated Ma Xiaoyao to the extreme!
Qin Heshan wants revenge! He must take revenge on Ma Xiaoyao! In addition to Ma Xiaoyao, Qin Heshan also wants to take revenge on Chen Juan’s parents, Dongcheng County Public Security Director Xu Qiang, and anyone who has anything to do with Qin Hu!
There is another person who makes Qin Heshan hate him so much. This person is Peng Yuncheng. Without Peng Yuncheng to seduce him, how could Qin Hu kill someone?
"You all have to be buried with my son!!!" Qin Heshan's expression was very ferocious and terrifying.
…
prison.
Narrow meeting room.
Peng Yuncheng was wearing a prison uniform and sitting at the table, looking at Ye Xiaotian excitedly: "Brother-in-law, you came to see me..."
Ye Xiaotian threw a bag of things on the table: "This is what your sister bought for you. You should keep it yourself."
"I...why doesn't my sister come to see me..." Peng Yuncheng asked.
"You still have the nerve to ask!" Ye Xiaotian's face darkened: "Since you were arrested, your sister has become ill and is still in the hospital for treatment!"
"Ah?" Peng Yuncheng's expression changed: "What? My sister is sick? How is she? Is the illness serious?"
"If it's not serious, will she be hospitalized?" Ye Xiaotian snorted: "Your sister has been so unlucky for eight lifetimes that she met such an unlucky brother like you!"
"Yes, I don't live up to expectations, I'm a bastard." Peng Yuncheng smiled bitterly: "Brother-in-law, please take good care of my sister."
Ye Xiaotian snorted: "Your sister is my wife, of course I have to take good care of her, but you, please give me a good reform in prison and try to get out of prison as soon as possible. Stop messing around. Your sister is weak and can't stand you."
So much trouble."
Peng Yuncheng nodded: "I know, I will definitely reform..." At this point, Peng Yuncheng paused: "Brother-in-law, to tell the truth, I really regret it, I regret it so much..."
"Repent now? It's too late!" Ye Xiaotian said with a stern face: "There is no regret medicine in the world. If you do something wrong, you have to bear the consequences. Now the country is relatively tolerant to prisoners. You behave well in prison and strive for a reduced sentence, etc.
After you come out, you must be a down-to-earth person and never break the law again."
"Hey." Peng Yuncheng nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand... I will definitely behave well."
"Okay, that's it. I'll come see you when I have time." After saying that, Ye Xiaotian was about to leave.
Ye Xiaotian stopped and turned to look at Peng Yuncheng: "Is there anything else?"
Peng Yuncheng hesitated: "Um... how is Qin Hu?"
Ye Xiaotian's face twitched: "He was shot a few days ago."
"Ah?" Peng Yuncheng was stunned for a moment. When Peng Yuncheng came back to his senses, he found that Ye Xiaotian had left. Peng Yuncheng sighed: "Qin Hu is dead... We were drinking and chatting together a few days ago, but now the yin and yang are actually separated.
……well……"
After Ye Xiaotian left, Peng Yuncheng was taken back to the cell by the prison guards.
The cell is not large, with a total of eight people living there.
Peng Yuncheng sat on the bed, looking at the window in a daze, "Bang!" A black shadow suddenly flew from a distance and hit Peng Yuncheng directly. Peng Yuncheng looked down and found that the thing that hit him was a cloth shoe. Peng Yuncheng
He raised his head and said angrily: "Who! Who hit me with a cloth shoe!"
"It's me!" A tall and thick-set man said loudly.
Peng Yuncheng glared at the tall and thick man: "Zhu Xiong, why did you hit me with your cloth shoe! I don't think I provoked you!"
Zhu Xiong snorted coldly: "I just don't like you, and I just want to hit you with my cloth shoe."
"You..." Peng Yuncheng's face turned blue with anger, he reached out to pick up the cloth shoes from the ground and threw them towards Zhu Xiong.
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
The cloth shoe hit Zhu Xiong right in the face.
Zhu Xiong immediately became angry, rushed over in a few steps, and punched Peng Yuncheng in the nose.
"Pfft!" Peng Yuncheng's nosebleed suddenly came out. Peng Yuncheng became anxious, raised his fist and started fighting Zhu Xiong.
Several people in the same dormitory were all sitting on their beds watching the fun, and no one came forward to start a fight.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
"Boom, boom, boom..."
…
Zhu Xiong and Peng Yuncheng fought fiercely. In terms of size, Peng Yuncheng was not as good as Zhu Xiong. In terms of strength, Peng Yuncheng was not as good as Zhu Xiong. After several rounds, Peng Yuncheng was beaten by Zhu Xiong until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and he was dizzy.
"Fuck you!" Zhu Xiong picked up a wooden stool from the ground and hit Peng Yuncheng's head hard.
"Wow!"
The wooden stool suddenly fell into pieces.
"Uh..." Peng Yuncheng swayed, then fell to the ground, and a stream of blood flowed down Peng Yuncheng's forehead...
…
Inside the hospital ward.
Ye Xiaotian sat beside the hospital bed and helped his wife Peng Yan peel an apple: "Xiaoyan, what happened has happened, you just want to open up a little, isn't it just ten years? It passed in the blink of an eye, your brother is only in his forties now.
Years old, ten years later, I will be in my early fifties..."
