Jin Fenghuang listened to my words and took two Jinbei carts to the Pingjibao Dairy Farm to dig for things. I didn’t want to talk about it first, but I didn’t expect that things would develop unexpectedly. I met an irritable old man blocking the door.
Because the dairy farm had recruited wolves and wild boars in the past, the gate guards dared to carry guns. This was of course illegal.
In Yinchuan, guns touch the bottom line. No matter Liu Zhiyuan, Jin Fenghuang or anyone else, they try their best to stick to the bottom line and not touch it.
Some people may doubt that there are really such tyrannical people?
Let me tell you, it is true. Niu Qingsheng from Yinchuan is this kind of person.
This man is a veteran who participated in the Vietnam War in 1979. His nephew is Li Zhen, the deputy general manager of Pingjibao Dairy Farm. Now he uses his eyes to see that there is a dairy farm executive named Li Qiao. In fact, Li Qiao is Li Zhen’s son.
From the 1900s to the present day, three generations of their family worked on the dairy farm. However, Pingjibao Farm was later acquired and nationalized, and Li Zhen and Li Qiao became managed by the public.
Another very important point is that it is not against the law for Niu Qingsheng to kill someone with a gun.
Why not break the law? Because Mr. Niu is mentally ill. His disease is called mild mania or mania. This is not the first time he has hit someone with a gun. Last time, a cattle rustler was beaten when he escaped.
The back would definitely have died if it had not been rescued in time.
.......
Jin Fenghuang was pointed at with a gun, his face was gloomy and frightened, and he kept staring at Niu Qingsheng in front of him.
"What are you looking at!"
"Come in!"
"Go quickly!" the old man scolded.
Jin Fenghuang was forced into the guard box. His men did not dare to act rashly and just watched.
There was a bed in the small sentry box, a broken bamboo recliner, a density board table, a landline phone on the table, and a radio with an antenna standing up and still talking.
The signal on the radio was not very stable, and Shan Tianfang was talking about the story of the White-Eyebrowed Hero.
"Pa!" Gai Tongmu clapped.
"What kind of sword is it? The golden ring sword! What kind of sword is it? The Moon-Shame Flower Sword! What kind of move is it? The yin and yang move of heaven and earth! What kind of love is it? Beauty loves a hero!"
The old man Niu Qingsheng held a double-barreled gun in his left hand, and directly dialed the landline number in his right hand. He was calling the deputy general manager of the dairy farm, that is, his nephew named Li Zhen.
"Vibrator, me."
Niu Qingsheng looked at Jin Fenghuang warily and reported to his nephew what had just happened.
"Little boy, my nephew asked you who you are." Niu Qingsheng asked.
Jin Fenghuang's face turned ugly. No one on Yinchuan Road dared to call him a brat in front of him, so his face suddenly turned ugly.
Jin Fenghuang was pointed at by the old man with a gun. He obediently took the phone and put it to his ear. He said in a low voice: "Hello."
I was a few meters away, and the landline phone was not on speakerphone, so I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone. I could only hear what Jin Fenghuang was saying here.
"Your name is Li Zhen? I am Jin Fenghuang, the boss of Jin's Mining Company."
Jin Fenghuang listened to the phone, smiled, and handed the phone to Niu Qingsheng: "Your nephew asked you to listen to the phone."
The old man took it and put it to his ear. After listening for a few seconds, his face turned red.
"Let me apologize! What the hell!"
"It was these brats who beat me first! Come on! I won't tell you anymore!" Niu Qing angrily threw the phone on the table.
At this time, someone shouted: "Brother Feng! That brother's leg needs to be cured quickly, or it will be useless!"
Jin Fenghuang frowned and said, wait, the injured brother will be useful later. If he becomes disabled, I, Jin Fenghuang, will support him for the rest of his life.
After hearing this, this little brother didn't dare to say anything anymore.
The atmosphere in the small guard box was tense.
The old man Niu Qingsheng was scolded by his nephew for defending the dairy farm, and his face turned red with anger.
No one except Jin Fenghuang dared to stand next to him, for fear that his powder keg would explode and shoot someone.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, a black Jeep SUV drove over in a hurry with its headlights on.
The jeep stopped, and Niu Qingsheng's nephew Li Zhen opened the door and ran over in a hurry.
This man was about 1.7 meters tall and probably weighed over 200 pounds. He was white, fat and had a big belly. You couldn't even see his neck. When he ran over, he looked like a big meat ball from a distance.
"What are you doing!"
"Put the gun down!"
"Misunderstanding, brother! This is all a misunderstanding!" Li Zhen was sweating profusely and panting.
"This is my relative, he's a little confused, it's not easy to work here," the fat man Li Zhen pointed to his head.
Jin Fenghuang sat on the chair, looked at Li Zhen and crossed his legs and said: "My brother was beaten badly. Since you, a fat man, know me, you should know that my surname is Jin, and I follow the rules. How do you solve it?"
"pay!"
"I'll pay!"
Li Zhen took out a tissue and wiped his sweat.
"I've paid for little brother's treatment expenses, nutrition expenses, and lost work expenses. Brother Jin, please tell me." Fatty Li Zhen must have known about the Jin brothers and directly called him Brother Jin.
"You come out? That's good."
"One million." Jin Fenghuang said lightly.
"Brother..." Li Zhen stuttered. How much profit does his dairy farm earn per year? Jin Fenghuang was deliberately making things difficult for him.
"What? You can't get it, right? Then I don't want it either."
"Let's go." Jin Fenghuang stood up and walked out.
"Don't go! Brother, don't go!" Li Zhen stepped forward and blocked the door.
Because he knew that once Jin Fenghuang left tonight, as long as the dairy farm was still operating in Yinchuan, there would be constant trouble and no peace.
Li Zhen didn't know if he did it deliberately to show it to Jin Lao Er, but he kept scolding the old man Niu Qingsheng, "If this matter needs to be solved, the key point is Jin Lao Er."
How was this matter resolved?
Li Zhen paid 30,000 yuan in medical expenses and agreed to Jinfeng Huangti's request as a dairy farm manager.
Of course, Jin Fenghuang would not say that he was a tomb robber, but would just find an excuse to talk about mineral vein exploration.
Fat Li Zhen is not stupid, it would be strange if he believed it, but he certainly wouldn't dare to say anything.
The public toilet of the dairy farm is to the north, about a kilometer away from the gate. Jin Fenghuang left the man with an injured thigh at the gate, and called a car to take him to the hospital for treatment. It was not clear which hospital he was sent to, but there must be one.
Relevant hospitals.
Uncle Niu cursed and was driven away by Li Zhen. Now we are the only ones left in the dairy farm.
When they arrived near the toilet, a dozen people got out of the car with flashlights on, opened the back door, and each of them got a shovel.
This group of people had no professional qualities. Most of them were holding shovels, smoking and chatting, pushing and shoving each other, and fighting.
Jin Fenghuang ignored these people, turned around and asked me: "Where is the ancient tomb?"
I raised my hands and said, "How can I find you like this?"
He waved his hand, and someone came over and used a key to open the handcuffs for me.
Under the gaze of so many people, I took a deep breath, put on my headlamp, picked up the assembled Luoyang shovel, and walked forward.
Aza is not here at the moment. He and many people are still looking for Brother Zhiyuan. According to the tips he gave, if there is an ancient tomb or cellar underground here, it should be near the toilet.
I carried the Luoyang shovel and walked around the toilet twice, mainly looking at the terrain and the growth of weeds.
I finally targeted three places and started shoveling.
The soil here in the dairy farm is soft, and I can feel it as soon as I push the shovel. I hold the Luoyang shovel tightly with both hands, lift it high and lower it, and keep picking up the soil.
I looked confident on the outside, but actually I was panicking inside.
The first exploration point was several meters deep. I saw that all the shovel brought up was dead soil, so I moved to the second exploration point.
It's the same here, there's nothing underground.
Jin Fenghuang threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and looked at me with cold eyes, his expression obviously impatient.
I am stressed.
Feng walked to the last spot to explore.
I silently recited "Master, please bless me" in my heart, and then raised the Luoyang shovel high.
