Brother Biao and others were taken away by the ambulance, but his three cars were actually left in Zhicheng Garden. However, instead of blocking the door, Liu Ziguang took them into the underground garage of the community and locked them with ground stakes.
If Brother Hui Biao doesn't come up with one hundred and eighty thousand, there's no way he can get these three cars back.
"This won't work. If we continue like this, what will happen to our community? It's simply a den of gangsters..." Captain Bai cried to Manager Gao with tears in his eyes.
"Let's do this, you call him over and I'll talk to him." Manager Gao said after careful consideration.
"Okay!" Captain Bai beamed with joy and walked out.
Liu Ziguang was sitting in the garden of the community talking to several security guards. The young men all had Brother Liu's Chinese in their mouths and gathered around him excitedly. Captain Bai came over and coughed dryly and said: "Liu Ziguang, Manager Gao wants to see you for something."
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Liu Ziguang agreed, took off his cigarette butts and took off his clothes. Several security guards stood up awkwardly. Captain Bai glanced at them majestically: "You've all grown up, right? You don't know what your last name is, right? Fifty push-ups, immediately.
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In the property office, Liu Ziguang stood calmly in front of Manager Gao's desk, patiently listening to him talk about the glorious history of Zhicheng Property and the construction of spiritual civilization in the community.
Manager Gao took a roundabout way for a long time, and his mouth was dry. Then he picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He couldn't bear to say: "Xiao Liu, after discussions with the leaders of our departments, we all agreed that you are not suitable for the cultural atmosphere of our company."
, you are not suitable for the position of property security guard, but don’t worry, although you only worked for two days, we will still calculate it as a month and give you the full salary. This is the maximum I can get for you.
It’s a benefit, look…”
After Liu Ziguang heard this, he went out without saying a word. Manager Gao was scratching his head when he pushed the door in again and slapped two kitchen knives on the table with a clang.
"Manager Gao, you also know the situation in my family. My father is a security guard in our company. He was laid off after being injured on the job. He relied on many connections to find me this job. He has high expectations for me. If you use these
They fired me for baseless reasons. My father is afraid of having a cerebral hemorrhage when he gets angry. I don’t want to live if something happens to his old man. Let’s do this, manager, here are two kitchen knives, or you can chop me to death.
Otherwise, I will chop you to death and it will be over, and neither of us will have any worries."
It was a bunch of nonsense and nonsense, but Liu Ziguang still said it seriously, which made Manager Gao angry and scared. Just as he was about to speak, the door of the office was pushed open, and Xiao Huang, a customer service clerk from the property company, walked in.
"Oh my god, the gate of the community is so scary. There are pools of blood. I heard it was us..." The little girl was halfway through her words. Then she noticed Liu Ziguang standing in the room and the two kitchen knives on the table. She whispered
He screamed in surprise, slammed the door and ran away.
Manager Gao broke into cold sweat and secretly cursed Captain Bai, a villain. Just now he just said that Liu Ziguang had a dispute with the owner, but he concealed the most important thing. Needless to say, the pools of blood outside were all
It was written by him, who dares to provoke such a ferocious god?
"Ahem, what, I forgot about this. Lao Liu is an excellent employee of our company. Special circumstances must be taken care of. So, you continue to work. The door post is too tired. I will assign you to the patrol team. What do you think?
Sample."
Liu Ziguang nodded: "Okay, thank you, Manager Gao." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Manager Gao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and suddenly saw two kitchen knives on the table. He quickly stood up and shouted: "Xiao Liu, your knife~~"
Liu Ziguang's reply came from the corridor: "I took it from the cafeteria, please send it back for me."
Manager Gao sat back in his chair and wanted to bang his head against the wall. At this moment, he was full of self-blame and regret. If he had known this, he would not have been able to accept this disaster.
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In the company canteen, a group of young security guards were gathering around Liu Ziguang, listening to his arrangements.
The food in everyone's lunch boxes was not touched at all, but cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor. With such a big thing happening, who could eat in peace? The security guards at Zhicheng Garden are notoriously cowardly. This is not because the young men are bloodless, but
The company's rules are strict, and Captain Bai is a weakling.
Being insulted and beaten by the owners was a common occurrence, and no one dared to fight back, because it was stipulated that if you complained three times, you would be laid off. Normally, if the management was stricter, the owners would be impatient, and if the management was looser, they would be complained and said no.
Doing one's duty is a minor thing. Sometimes people from outside will break into the community and beat up the security guards. With Captain Bai, a loser, the security guards can only be beaten.
Now, suddenly, someone stood up to support everyone and avenge Wang Zhijun. How could everyone not sincerely love and admire him?
Liu Ziguang mobilized his troops and commanded them well: "Xiao Zhang, take two people to guard the garage and keep an eye on the three cars. If anything happens, use the intercom to contact us."
"Xiao Li, take two people to the hospital to accompany Zhijun. If you have three thousand dollars here, take it first. If you don't have enough, ask me for it."
"Xiao Wang, you find a tricycle, go to the tool store and buy thirty pickaxes and ten fire axes, and then go to the hardware and plumbing store to buy thirty meters of water pipes. You want the old-fashioned galvanized steel pipes and let them cut them.
One meter and a half."
There were sparks of enthusiasm in the eyes of the boys, and someone asked: "Brother Liu, are you going to fight?"
Liu Ziguang sneered and held a cigarette in his mouth. Someone immediately brought a lighter to him.
After taking a deep breath of cigarette, he said: "We don't bully others, and we can't let others bully us. I don't believe it. Dozens of great young men are afraid of these bastards."
"Brother Liu, we all listen to you and we will do whatever you say!" The young men clenched their fists and were full of ambition.
"Okay, let's eat the food first. We are made of iron rice and steel. If you don't eat, you won't have the strength to fight with them." Liu Ziguang put out the cigarette butt, picked up the lunch box and started to devour it.
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The afternoon was uneventful. At six o'clock, Bei Xiaoshuai, who was sent out by Liu Ziguang to find out the news, came back. He happily told Liu Ziguang that there were only a dozen people in Brother Biao's team, and they were all lying in the hospital now. He wanted to take revenge for the time being.
It's impossible.
Liu Ziguang said: "Tell him to give him the money to redeem the car after he is discharged from the hospital. No bargaining for a car worth 100,000 yuan. If you dare to make such a fuss, I will go to the hospital and pick out his big muscles."
Bei Xiaoshuai looked excited: "Brother, you are so awesome. You chased and chopped more than a dozen people by yourself. Now the rumors are so amazing that you are said to be a living Guan Gong."
Liu Ziguang smiled and said nothing, but he felt very useful.
"Brother, please teach me two moves. Is it like what the movie says, that you have to be ruthless and loyal?"
Liu Ziguang said: "You can't just rely on ruthlessness. If you kill someone, you'll have to stop. Don't look at the bloody and bloody parts I chopped today. I only hit the fleshy places on the back to greet you. It doesn't look scary."
When it comes to human life, I have a sense of control in my hands."
Bei Xiaoshuai nodded confusedly: "Oh, I remember."
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In the evening, there are food stalls in the night market, authentic mutton skewers.
It was crowded and lively. The place had been booked by Liu Ziguang. The meat skewers were open, the two sheep on the shelf had been cut down to their skeletons, the stock in the freezer was empty, and the beer was about to run out.
The boss was sweating profusely, holding his mobile phone and shouting: "Hey, send me fifty boxes of beer quickly, be quick!"
A boy of 12 or 13 years old squatted on the bench with a cigarette in his mouth and sighed: "With so many people, I'm afraid we need two more sheep."
The boss slapped his head and said, "Two? At least five! They are just like a pack of wolves. Why don't you, little bastard, hurry up and cut the meat into pieces!"
The waiter stuck out his tongue and ran away. After the boss called the mutton supply, he squinted at the stall full of people and seemed to remember something. After a long while, he sighed and reached for a cigarette. Unexpectedly, the cigarette case was empty.
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Suddenly a cigarette was handed over to him. The boss was startled. When he saw that the person passing the cigarette was Liu Ziguang, he took the cigarette and used iron pliers to pick up a piece of red charcoal and light it.
"Boss, what do you call me?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Li Jianguo, just call me Lao Li." The boss replied calmly and continued to fan the fire in the stove with cardboard.
Liu Ziguang patted his arm: "Old Li, I'm tired."
Li Jianguo nodded: "It's my job to do business."
Liu Ziguang also nodded and went back to drink.
The drinking party was dark, and because there were so many people, there were simply not enough tables, chairs, and benches, so we borrowed a dozen chairs from Malatang next door. The nearby cold vegetable and noodle stalls also benefited from the business, and business was booming.
Liu Ziguang sat at a table with a few key people, drank a lot of wine, ate a lot of meat, and talked about his ideals in life.
"Xiao Bei, do you have any plans?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Yes!" Bei Xiaoshuai drank too much, his face was red, and he was even more gesticulating when it came to planning: "I want to take over all the elementary and middle schools nearby, and then open a big Internet cafe, with upstairs and downstairs, hundreds of
of a machine.”
Liu Ziguang sneered: "How much money can you make by opening an Internet cafe? If you want to be big, you can only do real estate."
A security guard colleague's eyes widened: "The real estate business is too big, we can't afford it."
Liu Ziguang chuckled and said: "The big ones can't afford to play, so let's play with the small ones first. Start by pulling sand and earthwork. Isn't that what Brother Biao does?"
"That's all business done by the underworld, how can we steal it?" The colleague's eyes widened even more.
Bei strongly agreed: "Brother, your vision is too cruel. Why didn't I think of it? Let's just do this business. Whoever dares to disobey will be killed with a brick!"
Liu Ziguang patted Xiao Bei on the shoulder with admiration: "Okay, you have courage." Then he looked at his watch: "I should go to the night shift."
The colleague quickly said: "Brother Liu, keep drinking. If anything happens, we will help you."
Liu Ziguang waved his hand and took out a stack of money and gave it to Xiao Bei: "That won't work. I promised the old man that we have to do it right now. You guys drink. I'll leave first. Xiao Bei will pay later."
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After returning to the company, Liu Ziguang changed his uniform, took a flashlight and a rubber stick, and started a night patrol with two colleagues.
There are hundreds of buildings in Zhicheng Garden, as well as roads, garages, green belts, and many nooks and crannies that cannot be taken care of by cameras. The patrol task is not easy. The two colleagues were still immersed in the excitement of the day, chatting while walking, and did not pay attention at all.
to the man walking across from you.
It was already one o'clock in the night. This young man was dressed in black and wearing sneakers. His eyes flickered. When he saw the patrolling security guard, he subconsciously stopped for half a step, and then walked over as if nothing had happened.
Liu Ziguang saw all this little movement, he immediately stopped, raised his flashlight and shined the man's face and shouted: "Stop, what are you doing?"
The man blocked the dazzling light of the flashlight with his hand and said angrily: "What are you taking a photo of? I live here! Go downstairs and take a walk."
"Which building do you live in? Are you the owner of No. 13?" Liu Ziguang moved the flashlight downwards slightly, and the red handle of the screwdriver in the man's pocket was looming. He had an idea in his mind and casually pointed to a building next to him and asked.
"It's Building 13! What's wrong! Aren't you allowed to exercise at night?" The man was still full of anger and plausibly.
Liu Ziguang smiled contemptuously: "There is no such building number as Thirteen. Guys, come on and get it for me!"
The two security guards, who had been eager to try, immediately pounced on him. Unexpectedly, the boy was very clever and ran away faster than a rabbit.
The boy ran a few hundred meters without looking back. He stopped when he heard the footsteps behind him getting distant. When he looked up, he found Liu Ziguang standing in front of him like a ghost.
"Let you run again." Liu Ziguang kicked him and threw him on his back. At this time, two colleagues arrived panting and swung the rubber sticks like rain: "Kill you thief!"
Five minutes later, the police car drove into Zhicheng Garden with its red and blue lights flashing, and police officers Lao Wang and Xiao Hu got out of the car.
"What an injustice. I just came in and wandered around, and they beat me like this." The bruised and swollen thief cried to the two policemen.
Policewoman Xiao Hu glanced at Liu Ziguang with sharp eyes: "Why are you beating people?"
"He is a thief and he is running away. Can't he be beaten?" Liu Ziguang asked curiously.
"Even thieves have human rights, and even thieves are dealt with by the public security organs in accordance with the law. It is illegal for you to beat others privately," Xiao Hu said sternly.
"Steal, where are his crime tools and stolen goods?" Lao Wang suddenly asked.
At this time, the security guards were speechless. Nothing was found from the kid, and there was no physical evidence to prove that he was a thief.
"Okay, everyone come back to the office with me." Lao Wang waved his hand impatiently.