At this moment, Director Zhang had nothing to think about.
There is only one thought: It’s broken!
That guy Daliang, how did he offend this old Buddha?
Although Ma Daiyan himself is retired and does not have much influence, his fame is not to be said!
Before he became a museum director, he was a teacher in the municipal government. Many leaders learned from him. Even their district leaders had to call him a teacher.
What kind of bad luck did he have today that offended him?
When Director Zhang looked extremely ugly, his subordinates also fell silent.
Everyone's expressions looked like they had eaten fly excrement.
Curator Ma's eyes twitched and he came over: "What? I can't come to Qipin Hall? Yang Bei and I are old friends, so we can't come to see him? Why don't you get out of the way! Ruijun, don't be like them,
Let’s go in.”
Director Zhang grumbled. Although he felt that he was losing face, he didn't dare to say anything and hurriedly got out of the way.
He knew that Director Ma's words also meant to help him get off the ground.
He didn't mention Daliang's rudeness, he just wanted to put the page behind him.
Why did Director Ma give him such face?
Director Zhang thinks he doesn’t have the face, so the only thing he can do is——
He secretly glanced at Zhao Ruijun, but saw that the other party was also looking at him.
Zhao Ruijun didn't listen to Director Zhang and just went in. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and asked calmly: "Director Zhang, right? What's your name?"
Director Zhang trembled: "Zhang, Zhang Zhuanheng."
Curator Ma gave a wry smile and advised: "Rui Jun, it's not a big deal. We are mainly here to see little brother Yang Bei."
Director Zhang guessed right, Director Ma really didn't want Zhao Ruijun to take action because Zhao Ruijun had such a strong background and his identity was sensitive.
With just one word, he could summon the top people from Jiangdu Municipal Government.
By then, there will be an earthquake in the urban area.
Therefore, Curator Ma wants to reduce major issues to trivial matters. If there is a conflict between Director Zhang and Yang Bei, everyone can just let it go.
At this time, Yang Bei and others had already walked out.
Seeing him, Director Ma hurriedly took a few steps forward: "Xiao Yang, come on, your Sun-cut Grass last time was of great use. You should have some leftover from last time, right?"
"There's some left."
Yang Bei nodded expressionlessly: "Do you still need it?"
"Yes, the price is negotiable."
Curator Ma laughed heartily: "Leader Zhao came all the way from Yanjing for this matter."
Seeing Director Ma's polite attitude towards Yang Bei, Director Zhang's subordinates felt cold again.
As for Aunt Zhao and others, they were all a little dumbfounded. They were all ordinary people, and the biggest leaders they usually came into contact with were Director Zhang.
Unexpectedly, someone even more powerful than Director Zhang arrived, and this person seemed to still beg for help from Yang Bei.
No wonder people are so tough.
Not many people know that Yang Bei once cut off Yangcao for these people.
Erniu, who was following behind, only knew that Director Ma was an old leader. He snorted and said, "The leader is really well-calculated. He knew that Brother Bei had good medicinal materials, but he was afraid that we wouldn't sell them to you, so he sent someone to trouble him in advance.
, threatening us to close down, right?”
"Zhang Zhuanheng!"
Curator Ma turned around and glared at Director Zhang.
The latter shivered and his face became even more bitter. As for Daliang and Qiangzi, they all lowered their heads and no longer dared to say a word.
The horse trainer took a long breath and asked, "What exactly is going on?"
"Let me tell you."
Chu Yuelian took a step forward: "Old sir, our Qipin Tang has just opened, and all the procedures are complete, but today, Director Zhang and his people insisted that we close down."
"They also said that we didn't get approval for the renovation and construction."
"But we just renovated it, and it didn't meet the standards of reconstruction at all."
The more Chu Yuelian talked, the angrier she became: "If we don't agree, they will be tough. How can this be reasonable?"
Erniu was even more tempered and handed the procedures forward: "If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"
"this."
How can Curator Ma understand this? It's not his business.
But he also heard who was at fault in this matter.
He took a deep breath and walked towards Zhang Zhuanheng. Although he was old and retired, he was really angry, but his majesty was still there. The closer he got, the uglier Director Zhang's face became.
Daliang and the others beside him were all blue in the face.
Curator Ma walked up to him and spoke slowly: "Are everything they said true?"
Zhang Zhuanheng's gums were trembling and he couldn't even utter farts. The others' faces were even more pale and their heads were almost buried in their stomachs.
"Old leader, I, I..."
Before he could even make a fuss, there was a commotion outside.
Then, the sound of the motorcycle horn sounded: beep! beep! beep!
Everyone hurriedly looked around, and several elderly people were hiding far away. They saw seven or eight motorcycles parked outside, and a group of gangsters came down.
These people were bare-chested, with colorful tattoos on their bodies, and some were holding dicks.
As soon as he came in, he shouted: "Where is Director Zhang? Where is Director Zhang? I got a call from Brother Chao and I'm here to support you!"
"Who is so ignorant? Did he offend Director Zhang?"
The gangsters of this era have long been out of the mainstream, but this group of people is different. They rely on some real estate developers to make a living, wander around the construction site every day, and deal specifically with the demolition households.
He is also an acquaintance of Director Zhang.
Chaozi called them just now and arrived within five minutes. The efficiency was quite high, but he ran into a gun.
This group of people showed their teeth and claws, which also frightened the common people. We are all old men and old ladies. How can we not be afraid?
Several old ladies ran as far as they could with their children in their arms.
These gangsters didn't know what was going on. Seeing Director Zhang standing there with a livid face, they laughed and said, "Director Zhang, are you guys interesting enough? They came as soon as I called them."
"Brother Qiang, why did you stop talking while you were on the phone just now?"
"Old man, get out of the way. You just don't know how to get out of the way, right?"
A gangster on a motorcycle drove up in front of Zhao Ruijun, picked up a stick and hit Zhao Ruijun's back with a pestle.
Seeing this scene, Director Ma felt a chill in his heart: We still want to make peace, but it's not over now.
Director Zhang's face turned pale, his eyes widened and he shouted: "You are crazy, get out of here -"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ruijun made a noise, turned around and pulled out a pistol from his waist, and pointed it directly at the bridge of the gangster's nose.
Under his thick glasses, there was also a terrifying light flashing, and he shouted: "Get down here!"
Wow!
Everyone, including the gangsters, turned pale.
Scared!
The gangster shivered, stopped holding his motorcycle, and his crotch got wet. He realized that they had offended a great person!
Zhang Zhuanheng stood behind, his knees weak: My mother, a leader with a gun?
What level is that?
What stupid thing did I do?
Curator Ma also shook his head and sighed, and said no more: At this point, he could no longer speak.
These gangsters were honest. Zhao Ruijun put away his pistol, turned his head and squinted at Zhang Zhuanheng, and took out his mobile phone: "Who is in charge of Jiangdu City? Zhou Zhengang? Let him visit the moat, Qipin Hall. Immediately!"
Zhou Zhengang!
Hearing the name of the municipal leader, Zhang Zhuanheng couldn't hold on any longer, and he knelt down on the ground, his whole body paralyzed into mud.