He Zaizai was swinging the handle of a pickaxe. He didn't notice at all that a Highlander rushed over.
"Uh-huh."
There was a person in the crowd who kept paying attention to He Zai Zai.
Seeing that the car was about to arrive, the man suddenly took two steps forward and glared at it.
"Pfft."
He Zaizai felt a pain in his waist, his body swayed, his feet slipped, and he fell directly to the ground in front of him.
"Bang,."
It was too late for the Highlander to slow down, because the road was too slippery, so the front of the car roughly hit the side of the Accord, and the broken bumper hit He Zaizai directly in the face.
"brush."
There was blood at the corner of Zaizai's mouth. He looked back and was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, someone else kicked him just now, otherwise Highlander would have bumped into him!
who is it.
He Zaizai turned around and saw that there were Tao Cheng and Meng Ting next to him, but he didn't know who did it specifically. Moreover, the two of them were beating a driver at the moment.
"Grass, mud, horse, I thank you." He Zaizai was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward with the pickaxe handle.
"Thank you for being numb."
Meng Ting and Tao Cheng raised their swords to fight.
"Gone, gone."
Wu Feifei grabbed He Zaizai's neck from behind, pulled hard to the other side, and then ran quickly to the other side of the roundabout section, because this was what Xiang Hui told him to do.
Instead of running away by themselves, the three people called many drivers to tell them to run this way. However, after running more than 20 meters, they threw away the pickaxe handle.
As soon as he ran away, the gangster who had been beaten up chased him with a knife.
"Stop fucking chasing me. Come back and get the car first."
Meng Ting shouted, but no one listened to him. These gangsters were all the internal security guards of Shengshi Huating who were paid 8,000 yuan a month. When had they ever received such a beating? So, they continued to chase.
Five hundred meters later, Jiang Jing, He Zaizai, Wu Feifei, Dong Jiu and others ran here.
Xiang Hui's car was parked on the roadside. He stood on the roadside, eating oden, and shouted: "Fuck, look at you guys, you are being chased like wolves and dogs, run over there, there are people over there. Police station.”
"Uh-huh."
At the entrance to the street, in two vans, the cameras were glowing and clearly recorded the gangsters, machetes in hand, viciously chasing a group of taxi drivers in blue uniforms.
"Here you go."
Xiang Hui drank the soup from the Oden bowl, threw it into the trash can, and got into the passenger seat of his car. The eldest prince in the car yawned and said, "You have finally understood the essence of Brother Nan."
"Fuck, it's far from that. Let's just do some specific things! There are tens of thousands of gangsters in H City, and it only takes a few years for one Xiangnan to appear."
Xiang Hui wiped his mouth and said something.
He Zaizi and the other three did not speak to Xiang Hui. They stuck out their tongues and ran forward for another 200 meters. A police car drove over from the opposite side. When He Zaizi saw it, he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and shouted: "Police, , The gangsters are going to kill people."
"Hang."
The policeman in the car got out of the car, fired a shot into the sky, and then shouted: "You guys should squat on the ground with your fucking heads in your hands."
"Hula la."
The gangsters who were farther away skillfully dispersed and ran away. However, they were too deep in pursuit and had no time to escape. They were all blocked by the police.
Early the next morning, the news channel Fangyuan, the local TV station morning news and other traditional media, online platforms, and major media also collectively published articles and typed the following headlines.
"The arrival of the special car will bring convenience, or will it destroy someone's job?"
"H city's airport expressway entrance, private car PK taxi, causing serious injuries to five people, who is right and who is wrong,"
"A local taxi was chased by dozens of members of the public and killed for a kilometer. What is the background behind the special taxi?"
Various media outlets reported on the incident. Although the contents were different, the cover of the report was the scene shot by a local TV station of dozens of gangsters chasing a group of taxi drivers who were escaping in panic.
Obviously, this matter became popular, and public opinion was almost unanimous in condemning the private car company.
"Bang."
Li Zhongdang kicked off the chair in the office and cursed angrily: "Fuck you, you are twisting the facts."
"Beep bell bell."
The landline phone rang, and after the secretary answered it, he said: "The number of Mr. Hua from the head office."
"Hello, Mr. Hua."
Li Zhongdang wiped his sweat and answered the phone.
"I asked you to show your face to the Northeast first, but before you could show your face to me, your butt was exposed to others. How do you explain this?"
Mr. Hua asked in a low voice.
"The time I came here was too short, and the media hadn't made arrangements yet, so my opponent started talking about this." Li Zhongdang replied.
"You are the president of the H City branch. I hired you to do things for me. You have no special abilities. Why should I ask you to do it? Private cars are inherently easy for people to complicate simple things." In this market, the first thing to pay attention to is consumer trust, which is more important than anything else. Now that you have linked your company's image to the underworld, you don't need to have competitors to take action, and the pressure of public opinion will crush you to death."
Mr. Hua speaks very quickly but enunciates clearly.
"I will try my best to deal with this public relations crisis." Li Zhongdang said quickly.
"Can I still trust you?"
"If I can't handle it well this time, you don't have to chase me away. I'll leave on my own." Li Zhongdang gritted his teeth and said.
"There must be someone in the taxi. Please think back and tell me if you have offended anyone. Please make it up to me immediately." Mr. Hua frowned and hung up the phone.
Li Zhongdang took the mobile phone, frowned, and dialed Shen Dianlong's number directly.
"Say." Shen Dianlong replied.
"Whoever killed him or went to the scene must surrender to me immediately."
Li Zhongdang said without hesitation.
"You command me." Shen Dianlong asked with raised eyebrows.
"If you want to make some profit in this matter, the plan I gave you is the most correct one. The head office asked me to dismiss the class, and the shares I promised you will no longer exist. If you find a new leader, he will find another one. When we talk to Xiang Nan, you have nothing, and all your work has been in vain, do you understand?"
Li Zhongdang said with a gloomy face.
"I understand what's going on, but you have to be kinder when you talk to me."
Shen Dianlong replied lightly and continued: "Zhan Tianyou also helped in this matter, I can't just do it myself."
"I'll call him."
"Dudu."
Shen Dianlong has hung up the phone
In front of the police station, Xiang Hui was sitting in the car, holding a gift box, and said to a girl who looked sweet but exuded a sense of energy: "Mianmian, thank you for this, it's a small gift for you. "
"Hey, what is this? It's a bag. There's no money in it, right?" The girl took it, opened it, covered her mouth and said with a smile.
"Giving money is just vulgar." Xiang Hui smiled.
"Hey, I think you are not a common person, okay, I'll accept it." The girl agreed happily.
"How have you considered Mianmian going shopping at Uniqlo together?" Xiang Hui asked with a smile.
"Besides, the station is quite busy at this time." The girl named Mianmian thought for a moment and refused nonchalantly.