Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth reputation spread far and wide
When Ji Li received the call, the people in the factory and the old man had already been taken to the police station. Fortunately, only a few controlled knives were found, and nothing that passed the line was found.
Ji Li drove over quickly. The comrades at the police station received him warmly and spoke in a very kind tone. However, they did not talk about the liberation of the people. They bit the old man to death and were examining his injuries. They also said that his arm might be broken.
At this time, the reporter had quietly left, and the policemen at the police station did not mention it. The young people were not seen, so when Ji Li saw the attitude of the police station, he thought that the matter was not serious, just a little physical conflict, so let's do it here Once you understand, just pay some money and that's it.
Thinking of this, Ji Li left a phone number with his comrades at the police station and went back to gather people to continue going to the factory. At six or seven o'clock in the evening, the results came out. The police station asked the police station to pay five thousand yuan. Several people involved in the case Ji Li discussed the administrative detention of the young man for a few words, but the police station did not relent, saying that they had already signed the administrative detention form. Ji Li suddenly felt a little irritable, but had no choice but to take the five thousand yuan first. , went to pay the fine.
After finishing here, there were a few people below who suggested going back to the city for a walk, changing some clothes, and getting some things. Ji Li thought it was time to go to Fatty Dai to report on work, mainly talking about today's events. I wanted to get some head money by the way, so I agreed, gathered three direct relatives, and rushed to the ocean.
At 6:30 in the evening, Fatty Dai was in the office, calling Pete Lee's second uncle. Before the call was finished, the landline rang. Fatty Dai frowned and said to the phone: "Old Li. Ah, I'll take a call, please wait a moment."
"No, just do it like that, I have something to do too." Uncle Peter Li replied.
"Okay, let's do this for now." Fatty Dai hung up the phone as he said that, reached out to pick up the landline and asked, "Hello."
"Where are you, Lao Dai?" Lao Chen's voice sounded.
"Where's the office? What's going on?" Fatty Dai asked doubtfully.
"What did you say? Something happened, you don't know, right?" Lao Chen asked in disbelief.
"What's going on?" Fatty Dai became even more confused.
"Turn on the TV, legal channel, night news, hurry up, there was only a highlight reel just now, don't hang up the phone, tell me after you finish it," Lao Chen said quickly.
Fatty Dai was stunned for a moment, then took the remote control and turned on the TV. After a while of commercials, the theme came.
"This afternoon, Night Flight reporter Guo Bin made an unannounced visit to several key units in the tourism renovation project of Sanquan Town and recorded a set of scenes like this. Please take a look." The female director made a simple opening statement, and the TV screens suddenly rotated.
"Hula la."
In the picture, a group of young people rushed out of a dilapidated factory building with knives, and then began to beat a dirty old man, and one young man shouted: "Fuck you, you know who. The place is not right, Mr. Dai’s factory in the urban area, who can you find to help me? If I beat you, it will be in vain.”
"Hey, stop."
"Who are you."
"Reporter, why did you hit someone?"
"Stop fucking taking pictures. If you take any more pictures, your crap will be smashed."
The scene in the picture was very noisy and chaotic. When a big hand blocked the camera, the picture was frozen. After a second, the image of the female anchor appeared again.
"According to the reporter of this column, the cause of the incident was that an old man named Zhang accidentally entered the factory area to scavenge, and the so-called staff blocked him with a controlled knife. Zhang defended himself, but was beaten severely. He has been sent to the hospital now.
At the Public Security Hospital, our reporter conducted a home visit to the victim Zhang. The silver-covered shanty house was filled with scraps. Zhang’s wife said that Zhang had been collecting scraps for a living since two years ago. This time he was hospitalized.
It will increase the burden of this poor family again, and the sentence in the picture, this is Dai's factory, beating you will be in vain, it reminds me of the bandits who gathered in the mountains and forests during the Anti-Japanese War, quite like a mountain as a boundary
, Maolin is the side of the territory, and our reporter also learned from the side that Dai is a boss of an entertainment industry in the urban area, with strong financial resources, and the planning area purchased years ago covers an area of tens of thousands of meters.
Factory, but so far, it has not responded to the tourism renovation project of Sanquan Town, and has arranged so many "security personnel" in the factory. I don't know what they want, and I don't know why Dai Moumou, who is worth a fortune,
To embarrass a fifty-year-old scavenger, well, our reporters will follow up on this matter. Please look at the next set of news." The female anchor spoke this piece of news in a dignified manner, mixed with several sets of pictures.
Finally, the vilification of Dai Moumou in his words is very obvious, and the pertinence is self-evident.
Fatty Dai was stunned after reading the news.
"Lao Dai, Lao Dai." The phone was ringing.
"Ah." Fatty Dai just recovered.
"What's going on? The news has been posted, but you haven't heard anything at all. You can't help but say hello to me. I have friends in the TV station. How passive are you?" Lao Chen said in a very irritable tone.
"I don't know about this." Fatty Dai replied, rubbing his temples.
"You don't know, how could you not know that something happened down there, why didn't you tell me?" Lao Chen asked incredulously.
"I really don't know, there's no movement down there."
"Hurry up and fire that Xiang Nan. You don't have any brains at all. You can wipe your ass. Hurry over and I'll find someone here." Lao Chen said seriously.
"It wasn't him who went there, alas, let's not talk anymore." Fatty Dai wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain, so he simply hung up the phone.
Sitting in front of the desk quite annoyed, Fatty Dai rubbed his face, gritted his teeth and cursed: "That's all I'm capable of..."
After saying that, Fatty Dai dialed Ji Li's cell phone directly and asked with a sullen face: "Where are you."
"I'm just about to go back to the city and I have something to tell you." Ji Li said cautiously.
"Come to my office right away when you get back." Fatty Dai said, snapping the phone on.
In the evening, at around nine o'clock, Ji Li returned to Haiyang. Several of his friends went directly to the card booth and started ringing the phones, calling all kinds of friends to come over and get together as soon as possible. Ji Li went straight into Fatty Dai's office.
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"What's the matter, Mr. Dai?" Ji Li very discerningly asked Fatty Dai as he changed a pot of tea for him.
"It's replayed at 9:30, take a look." Fatty Dai said expressionlessly and turned on the TV directly.
Ji Li stared at the TV screen in confusion for twenty minutes, with cold sweat streaming down his temples.
"How do you explain it?" Fatty Dai asked with a frown.
"Mr. Dai, this is none of my business." Ji Li started to speak a little incoherently.
"You fucking give me back, Jb, something happened, why didn't you call me? You're a fucking idiot. If we fight, we'll fight. You're wearing whatever you want, and it's not long." Brain,..." Fatty Dai suddenly stood up and asked with the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitching.
"No, that old man is just a rag picker. I didn't know."
"What else do you know? You can't even see the reporters squatting there. What did I ask you to do? You're getting paid for nothing. Also, those guys below you are all just picking up rags." Old man, what are you doing by poking him? Don't you know which end is heavier and which is lighter? When is it, you still swung the knife up for me? Do you know what you are doing? Go and beg. You can't even ask for a beating, but you still beat others, what do you think..." Fatty Dai cursed vehemently.
"Mr. Dai, I was wrong."
"Is it useful to be wrong? What can you save if you are wrong? What I want to see is the result. Do you understand the result?" Fatty Dai pointed at Ji Li and asked.
"Mr. Dai, I promise, I will handle this matter well. If you give me another chance, I will definitely figure it out." Ji Li nodded repeatedly.
"Your role is to let me use it smoothly. If you can't figure it out in one day, just get out of class as soon as possible." Fatty Dai loosened his collar and sat directly on the boss's chair.
"understand."
"go out."
Fatty Dai waved his hand and scolded.
Ji Li bent down and backed out. Fatty Dai frowned and thought about it. He wanted to call the leader, but he still held back. It was safest to remain silent at this time. The leader was also waiting to see if he might not believe him.
Thinking of this, Fatty Dai quickly contacted Lao Chen. The two discussed it and directly decided on a drinking party with the program director in the evening.
After Ji Li went out, he wiped his sweat and his teeth were itching with hatred. Those idiots below caused trouble. They entered the police station without even sending a letter. They are no different from fucking trash.
Just talking about remediation, Ji Li was very unsure about how to remediate it. He didn't know anyone in Sanquan Town, and he didn't know much about what was going on here. He stood at the door and thought for a long time, but there was nothing good he could do for a while. No way, he was almost so anxious that his head was smoking.
Downstairs, in the hall, several bad friends brought by Ji Li were still having fun dancing with gods and demons, drinking small drinks, and they were almost lost in beauty.
At this time, Jin Beibei, the eldest prince, and seven or eight friends, both men and women, entered the ocean together. This group of people had made a deal today and had already had a drink. This was their second show here. Eyes It's already a little straight, and it's wobbly when I walk.
Haiyang is almost like home. As soon as Jin Beibei came back, he found the feeling of home court. He kept greeting people and chatted for more than ten minutes. Jin Beibei took out two bottles from the wine cabinet. After stocking up on wine and ordering some other things, he led the guests into the card area. Before he could sit down, he saw Ji Li strolling down and walking down in despair.
"Fuck you, Mom, you damaged the basket."
Jin Beibei looked at Ji Li with disdain and cursed, then sat swaying on the card table.