Tang Rou stepped forward and shouted in the same voice, "Come here!"
Several more people came in outside the door, all dressed up as people from the Ninth Division.
Without Tang Rou's instructions, they stopped in front of the Eighth Battalion as soon as they entered.
Kuang Shanshan's face looked a little ugly, "Director Tang, what do you mean?"
Tang Rou asked, "What do you mean?"
Kuang Shanshan said matter-of-factly: "He beat my people, so of course I have to take him back and deal with him!"
Tang Rou didn't give any face, "I only saw that it was your people who made the move first. Don't say that Zhao Dong was not wrong. Even if he really made a mistake, it's not your turn to deal with it!"
Qin Bin and others sat aside, and no one came forward to persuade them to make peace.
Tang Rou and Kuang Shanshan disliked each other. Everyone had known about this for a long time, and no one was willing to wade into troubled waters.
What's more, the matter in front of me is just a pretext for a battle between two women.
Outsiders can't interfere in this kind of thing even if they want to.
It's just that Zhao Dong was a bit unlucky and became the victim of a fight between two women.
If Kuang Shanshan doesn't let go of today's matter, I'm afraid even Tang Rou will have a hard time protecting him.
After all, he was beating up members of the 8th Battalion, and he was doing it in front of everyone. There is probably no room for relaxation in this matter.
The atmosphere is tense and the conflict is about to escalate.
Kuang Shanshan stared at Zhao Dong coldly and was about to speak when the phone on her body suddenly rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, then came to the side of the conference room and said, "Dad, I'm at work. I need to go back and talk about something."
The other end of the phone asked directly, "Did you make a call to Tianjing just now?"
Kuang Shanshan didn't know why. She looked at Zhao Dong and then said suspiciously: "I don't know where the other party is. Someone gave me the number."
The other end of the phone asked again, "Then why are you calling?"
Kuang Shanshan hesitated for a moment, and then said truthfully: "I'm going to... verify a person's identity."
The other end of the phone paused for a moment, "Is his name Zhao Dong?"
Kuang Shanshan was stunned and lost her voice: "Yes, Dad, how did you know?"
The man on the phone sighed and said, "Don't worry about how I know it. No matter what conflicts you have with this person, please settle the matter with me immediately and don't continue to pursue his identity!"
The more Kuang Shanshan listened, the more strange she became, "Dad, what is going on?"
The person on the phone asked solemnly, "Do you know where the call you made just now went?"
Kuang Shanshan shook her head, and before she could answer the question, she heard someone say: "It's the seventy-two places!"
She was stunned. Department 72, a special department outside the independent system, was three levels above the rank of official.
The power is astonishing, for a leader at the level of his father.
No questions asked, no procedures required, just a phone call and you can take it away.
A few years ago, she witnessed an uncle in the compound being taken away on the spot by people from Section 72, and never came back again.
Just now, where did she actually call? Thinking about it makes me shudder.
But soon, Kuang Shanshan felt something was wrong, and she stared at Zhao Dong.
There is nothing outstanding about him. If you compare him with Bai Qingming, he is simply in the sky.
How could such an unspectacular guy know someone from Section 72?