This is a basement and a suburb, so the signal is really unstable.
Striding back to the room, Luo Jun handed the phone to Han Qing and walked up to the man sitting on the shabby wooden bed.
"Who ordered you to do this?"
The man was young, about thirty years old, with a dark face, and he was a decoration worker who came from the countryside to work.
Previously, he was responsible for the accident at the press conference.
The man's hair was messy and his clothes were messy. When Luo Jun and the others broke in, he was still sleeping under the covers.
Looking at Luo Jun, and then at Han Qing and the two tall bodyguards standing aside, the man swallowed timidly.
"I...I don't know who they are, they just...just gave me 20,000 yuan to drill a few holes in the floor when I was clearing the pipes...Someone came to me a few days ago.
You gave me 10,000 yuan and asked me to go. I...my wife and kids were just about to arrive, but I...didn't...didn't leave!"
"Do you know what those eyes are for?" Luo Jun leaned down slightly and looked at him, "They poured sulfuric acid into it, corroding the wooden roof of the floor below, and the lamp stand on the roof fell off.
He came down and hit someone."
The man was so frightened that he slid off the bed and collapsed to the ground.
"I really don't know about this. I...I thought they were deliberately manipulating it because they wanted to get the hospital renovation project...I really didn't do such a sinful thing...I..."
Luo Jun knelt down and looked at him, "Who asked you to do this? Do you have a phone number? Do you remember what the person who asked you looks like?"
"There is a phone..." The man shivered and took out his mobile phone, "I have it in my mobile phone. It is a young man who is quite thin. He said his surname is Yan... right here, this is the phone number."
strict?
Han Qing, who was standing aside, took his mobile phone and wrote down the number carefully, "Is it... Yan Xiaosong?"
The man shook his head, "I don't know. He just said his surname was Yan. I asked him at that time if he was the king of hell's Yan. He said it was serious Yan... He looked quite rich. He drove a Mercedes-Benz and had a lot of money on his hands.
Wearing big gold chains around his neck... That boy is quite capable of boasting, saying that his boss is very powerful, and he also said that... I... if I want to tell him, they will do it to me!"
Han Qing pulled out a photo from the folder and sent it to the man, "Look, is he in it?"
In the photo, there is a group photo of Chen Chong and Yan Xiaosong. Of course, it was secretly taken by Luo Jun's people.
The man looked at the photo carefully and immediately pointed his finger at Yan Xiaosong.
"That's him. I remember, he had a tattoo on his arm, it was very obvious."
Luo Jun stood up.
The man immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him.
"Sir, please be kind and don't take me away. My wife and children will come to me in two days. The eldest in our family has just entered elementary school and the youngest has just turned one month old. They are trying to squeeze me to make money.
From now on I...I will definitely never take this kind of job again...I beg you..."
The men didn't know their identities, so they came to investigate the situation as plainclothes policemen.
Luo Jun looked at the man kowtowing on the ground and gently raised his chin to Han Qing.
"Place him at work and send someone to keep an eye on him!"
