Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight The reporter is here!
I think the pants that Ma Xiaoyou made are too vulgar, and secretly mocked many old women in the Northeast who wear mink.
"You are quite rich. You bought a mink and cut it into pieces just to make pants for Huzi. You are really free." I said something speechless, and Baji kicked Huzi and scolded: " Take it off, it’s already spring, you shouldn’t be too panicked wearing this.”
"Huhu, my lifestyle has been very irregular recently. The sterilization is too cruel, so my sister had no choice but to come up with this solution. It happened that Sister Xin came to my place to alter the mink fur, and I cut off the bits, so I just used my creativity. It looks good, yes. Right." Ma Xiaoyou swung her ponytail and said casually, patted my chair and glanced at the open office, nodded and said: "It's not bad, I changed a lot of things, it's a bit tasteful."
"We don't need you to review our work, thank you. If you can't make a living, just say you can't make a living. Don't always use the excuse of visiting to come in a hurry." I curled my lips and replied, starting to clear the table. I put my things on the table and gave my seat to Ma Xiaoyou.
"Why didn't An An come here today?" Ma Xiaoyou asked.
"I have a cold and I don't like to move. I think I can come in the afternoon." I explained casually.
"Brother Xian, I went out to buy something." The eldest prince shouted from the first floor.
"Go ahead, I want half a pizza. I've recently lost weight and am now 3Q." Ma Xiaoyou replied carelessly.
"Sister, you don't have a big face at all." I said speechlessly.
"Oh, look at how petty you are. I got Huzi such a luxurious mink, and I didn't even care about your asking for money. You still feel like you're at a disadvantage." Ma Xiaoyou replied disdainfully and sat down casually. She sat on my chair, put on the headset, and started playing CF with all her concentration. She was a professional killer, and her sniping skills were fierce. She once defeated my and Lao Xian's double team.
"Brother, I saw Ji Li two days ago. He was driving a Mercedes-Benz."
Since the day after Haiyang’s meeting, Jin Beibei has written this sentence to me more than once.
"Well, what the hell." I replied with a sideways glance.
"This B doesn't even call me now, he's so fucked up in doing things." Jin Beibei said angrily.
"I'm the Prime Minister. Sanquan is so busy. Why is he calling me? Go, go, go. If you have nothing to do, just sweep the floor." I waved my hand impatiently.
"What's wrong with this guy now? It's not that the car can't be driven. The problem is that after you drive it, there's no need to stop contacting him," Jin Beibei still muttered.
"Canopy."
I smiled and kicked him, then cursed: "Get out of here."
Jin Beibei pouted and went downstairs. Lao Xian hugged his shoulders and while watching Ma Xiaoyou play the game, he also lightly interjected: "Ji Li is a bit over the top, Haiyang used to be close to us. , no one was involved in the incident in Sanquan Town this time."
"If I'm not in my position and I'm not in charge, let's not talk about it, okay?" I was really annoyed and said it with a straight face.
"Okay, I won't say anything anymore." Lao Xian nodded immediately.
The loan company here is gradually getting on the right track, the land acquisition in Sanquan Town has also entered a white-hot stage, and the fight between Liu Ang and Fatty Dai has also begun.
While Ji Li was walking around Sanquan Town, he also took over the keys to Dai Fatty's Mercedes-Benz and carefully started his career as a driver.
Although I rarely go to Haiyang recently, my popularity is still there. The first task Dai Fatty gave Ji Li was to gather people together, but most of Haiyang’s internal security guards were a little resistant to him. My son lied, and I really didn’t He stabbed everyone behind his back for not cooperating with him, because it was a bit disrespectful to do so. I even rarely contacted Haiyang's internal security, but these people still stood by me intentionally or unintentionally.
Therefore, it was difficult for Ji Li to start his work. In desperation, he could only use his social resources to stuff a lot of people into the Marine Internal Security Bureau. It stands to reason that Li Shuishui and Lao Xian still have the Marine Internal Security Supervisor at their door. Ji Li had to at least say hello in advance about the title and the Se people matter, but he didn't and silently punished many people.
After the people he organized had their names registered in Haiyang, and after making sure they were paid, they took his team to Sanquan Town. Except for a very small number of Haiyang internal security personnel, the rest who went to Sanquan were all It's one of his own.
After finally understanding the human problem, something happened as soon as Ji Li and his people arrived at Sanquan Town.
The thing is, the role of Ji Li and his gang is to ensure that the factory will not be forcibly demolished before the results come out, and there will be no trouble. This means that they must always have someone staying in the factory.
Although the weather has turned warm by this time, the temperature is always hovering around zero. It is extremely cold here and there is snow everywhere. Many people are complaining. If it were not for the five hundred head fee a day, these people would have been there long ago. Just quit.
this day.
Ji Li had just finished delivering the meal and was about to drive back to the express hotel. An old man who picked up rags rushed inside with a woven bag on his shoulders. The brothers who were guarding here were all in an office in the factory, relying on electric heaters to keep warm. The old man was not seen at all at first, and it was not until the old man had picked up a lot of "trash" that one of them saw anyone in the yard.
"Why is there someone there?" the person who saw it said, pointing to the courtyard.
"Just pick up the junk, I'll go take a look." The other person wiped his mouth, took a sip of mineral water, and walked out.
After arriving at the hospital, the young man shouted: "What are you doing?"
"Uh-huh."
The old man turned around, wiped his face, frowned and replied, "I'm picking up rags, what's wrong?"
"Fuck, this is private property, why are you going to someone else's house to pick up rags?" The young man scolded, walked over, pointed at the old man's silk bag and said, "Here, take the bag off and I'll have a look."
"What do you do? I'll take it off and show it to you." The old man said, turned around and left.
"Fuck, this factory belongs to our company, what do you think I do?" The young man reached out and gave the old man a hand.
"Who knows what you are doing? Let me go." The old man waved his hand and opened the young man's arm.
"Damn it, you're so bold." The young man frowned, grabbed the old man's arm and said, "Fuck me."
The old man stretched out his hand to stop him, but how could he defeat a young and strong boy? He was immediately pushed aside. The young man snatched the bag and it felt quite heavy when he picked it up. He opened the bag, glanced inside, and cursed loudly. : "What the hell is this? Is this called picking up rags?"
Yes, the bag is full of rusty iron pipes, large screws, and iron pieces.
"I've been picking up rags here for fucking years, and no one cares about it. Besides, this stuff isn't worth anything at all. Why are you arguing with me?" The old man replied a little unreasonably, holding the bag and asking for it. Walk.
"Go and get lost, put the things here for me." The young man kicked the bag away.
"You fucking kick me one more time." The old man suddenly became anxious.
"You don't know, Leon, if I don't report the crime, I'll take care of you, so get out of here." The young man replied and was about to leave.
The old man worked hard for more than an hour to get this little thing, but when he saw that he couldn't take it away, he became so angry that he kicked the young man in the back and shouted: "When I was fucking working in this factory, It’s not you yet, you should file a JB case.”
"Fuck, you kicked me."
The young man wore a very clean Puma sportswear, but it had a black shoe print directly printed on it. Then he became furious and turned around and slapped the old man in the face. Not to be outdone, the old man started having sex with the young man. Although the old man seemed to be sick, the fight started very violently. He pulled the young man's hair and refused to let go. The two fought hand to hand, fell to the ground with a thud, and then rolled over in the snow.
"Hold,."
When the young men in the house saw that the work was going on outside, without saying a word, they rushed out with their knives and pickaxe handles and rushed straight into the courtyard.
Outside the hospital, in a private car.
"Come out, here comes the photographer. Push the camera forward for me and scan it accurately. Do you see the guy with the knife? Give him a close-up." A man in his thirties with a local station reporter badge said middle-aged, excitedly directing the photographer.
"Open the window, hurry up," the photographer said quickly.
"okay."
In the courtyard, several young men saw that there was really an old man on the ground, and it was just him, so they didn't pick up the knife or pickaxe handle, but just kicked it a few times. Five minutes later, the old man sat on the snow and shouted: " There is no law, the underworld is beating people, why don't you still use the knife? You wait."
After the old man finished cursing, he took out his phone and reached out to press 110. One of the young men kicked his arm away and yelled: "Fuck you, you know who's wrong?" Mr. Ou Dai’s factory, who are you looking for to help? If you are beaten, it will be in vain.”
"Have you recorded this sentence?" the middle-aged reporter in the car asked the photographer very excitedly.
"That's right, Mai Li heard it clearly." The photographer replied attentively.
"It's almost time, get out of the car." The middle-aged man said, opened the car door, walked towards the community, and shouted as he ran into the courtyard: "Stop, what are you doing."
"Who are you?" The young man asked, holding a knife on his back.
"I am a reporter, why did you beat an old man?" the middle-aged man ran into the hospital and asked.
"He stole something. Hey, stop taking pictures. I'm talking to you. If I take pictures again, I'll smash the toy that I gave you." The young man said a little panicked.
"I told you to stop filming, but you didn't hear me."
Another young man stretched out his hand to block the camera. The reporter stood in the middle and shouted: "Don't do anything. We reporters have the right to know. If you do this again, I will report the case."
The house was completely in chaos, and everyone had a simple physical conflict.