The thunderstorm at the end of summer came and went quickly, and the sky cleared up in less than ten minutes. Wei Shumin led everyone to the north gate. From a distance, she saw a bunch of people standing outside, walking along the road.
They were lined up, all squatting on the roadside with their upper bodies bare, and there were many people tattooing dragons, drawing tigers, and shaving their heads. Many of them were teenagers, with lean bodies and chicken coop haircuts, but they also carried a lot of money in their hands.
With a wooden stick...
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The main factory area of Hongqi Iron and Steel Plant is located in the suburbs. Nearby is the most chaotic urban-rural fringe, where people of all kinds are mixed. Due to historical reasons, the jurisdictions of the three police stations are intertwined, and the rights and responsibilities are unclear. In addition, there is no well-oiled entertainment here.
It was a place, so no one was willing to take care of it. Over time, the residents here became more and more lawless.
The people who come to cause trouble are the gangsters who live nearby. As the saying goes, people who rely on mountains and rivers depend on water. They rely on the steel plant, so they will naturally get this piece of the pie. Don’t look at the Hongqi Steel Plant, which is still hanging on, and the poor people are not even paid their wages.
No, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and you can exchange it for a drink with something casual. Of course, this is something that only low-class people do. The gangsters are in the business of delivering scrap metal, and they raise a batch of them.
The handlers monopolized this business, and no matter who sent scrap metal, they would get stuck. Hongqi Factory and the local police station launched several crackdowns, but they only dealt with the symptoms but not the root cause. This cancer was dragged on until Wei Shumin took office.
This time Lu Tianming and Liu Ziguang came by chance, and they met Wei Shumin and these gangsters for a showdown. Even though Mr. Wei was a prostitute, he had a high prestige in the factory. Both middle-aged workers and young people admired him.
In order to completely clean up the iron tyrants, Wei Shumin organized fifty young workers and assigned them to the security department for unified deployment. They were issued hard hats, red armbands and wooden sticks. They would not give up until the goal was achieved.
The road after the rain was extremely muddy, with puddles and quagmire everywhere. Hundreds of gangsters blocked the factory door tightly, knocking on the ground with sticks in their hands from time to time, and clamoring for the factory to let people go.
The north gate has been closed, and dozens of workers are waiting in formation. The two sides are facing each other to see who can lose strength first.
Wei Shumin stood in the communication room, pointing to several black cars parked on the road opposite and said: "Their leader is here. This guy's name is Du Zhonghe. He used to be a sand foundry worker in the factory. He was fired for theft and later became a
He started delivering scrap metal to the factory, but his business grew bigger and bigger. It is said that he is now worth millions. Many people envy him, admire him, and regard him as their idol."
Du Zhonghe did not show up, but asked his men to come out with a gold Nanjing and smoke it in public. The gangsters cheered and the atmosphere was lifted. Wei Shumin sneered: "He is quite good at mobilizing before the war."
Liu Ziguang secretly poked Lu Tianming. Lu Tianming understood, coughed and said, "Xiao Liu, take out our cigarettes too."
Liu Ziguang agreed quickly, ran to the car and took three pieces of Soft China, and also opened them in public and gave them to the workers. As a result, the cheers from this side were even better, and they immediately suppressed the other side.
After a while, everyone saw a man in a white silk Tang suit get out of the car and walk over surrounded by bodyguards. He looked across the road and spat on the ground before taking off his sunglasses.
, said unhurriedly: "I don't care who is in charge of the Hongqi Factory. The person who detained me will be released immediately! Otherwise, I will block your door for three hundred and sixty days a year and beat every one I see."
Go against my surname Du! Damn it!"
He threw out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He immediately stretched out a lighter to light it for Mr. Du. Suddenly, half a brick flew out from the factory and landed in the mud pit next to Mr. Du's feet. There was a splash of countless black mud.
The snow-white silk Tang suit suddenly turned into a camouflage uniform, and Boss Du's face was stained with some mud. The image of the boss immediately collapsed. The minions made a lot of noise, waved sticks and screamed, which shocked the workers in the factory.
Mr. Du's face turned blue and white, but he didn't get angry in public. He just threw away his cigarette and returned to the car with a cold face.
"He's still a bit of a city man, but he's only at this level." Liu Ziguang said disapprovingly. He was the one who smashed the half of the bricks, just to see how big the opponent was.
Du Zhonghe sat in the car and did not appear again. People and horses arrived one after another, obviously not withdrawing their troops until they achieved their goals. There was a long line of cars parked on the road, some pulling scrap metal, and some pulling scrap metal.
The coal mine has stretched for one kilometer, and the empty trucks in the factory cannot drive out. If this phenomenon continues, it will definitely be detrimental to the Hongqi Factory.
"Lao Lu, when will the reinforcements arrive?" Wei Shumin looked at her watch, seeming a little anxious. On her wrist was an old Zhongshan brand 17-diamond Kun watch. The dial was a little yellowed, and it seemed to be very old.
Lu Tianming also looked at the watch on his wrist and replied: "If there is no traffic jam, there are still five minutes." Wei Shumin listened to his words and couldn't help but take a look at him, and happened to see the Zhongshan watch of the same brand and style.
Brand 17 diamond men's watch, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
Suddenly, I saw more than a dozen cars driving towards me in the distance. The first ones were a few luxury off-road vehicles. The license plates were covered with the four characters "National Defense Exercise" on them. Behind them was a row of green trucks, covered with camouflage tarpaulins. The convoy was in
Stopping at the north gate, harsh brakes sounded one after another, and then the tarpaulin was lifted, and people jumped down. They were all young men wearing camouflage uniforms and helmets on their heads. Their big leather boots stepped on the muddy water without any scruples. The militiamen
They lined up at the gate of the factory chattering, and equipment was constantly being delivered from the car. They were standard fiberglass riot shields and emergency batons more than five feet long. If it weren't for seeing the words "Morning Militia" written on their helmets, I would have thought that
It was the riot police who were dispatched.
The militiamen stood at attention and reported their numbers one after another. Comrade Zhuo Li, the security section chief of Chenguang Factory, also jumped out of the car. The tall man next to him was Meng Zhiqiu, holding a rolled-up flag in his hand.
He climbed up onto the cab of the truck and unfolded the flag to flutter in the wind. The five characters on the bright red flag were extremely eye-catching: Morning Light Militia Camp!
"Tsk, tsk, look at how regular the militia at Chenguang Factory is, with all the equipment."
"That's because they are rich."
If we look back on the 1980s, the militia camp of our Hongqi Factory was no worse than theirs. We had machine guns for the company’s security guards. They were not even afraid of American imperialism, but were afraid of these little ruffians." "Oh, what year was that?
It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, now we can just avoid being bullied.”
The workers of Hongqi Factory were whispering to each other, with excitement on their brows. Chenguang Factory and Hongqi Factory have been brotherly units for many years. Although there was a lot of overt and covert fighting in order to compete for advancement and the number of model workers in the past, blood is still thicker than water.
Brothers, especially now that there are not many old state-owned enterprises left, this friendship is even more precious.
Father and son go into battle, brothers fight tigers!
Wei Shumin immediately ordered: "Open the factory door and attack!"
The heavy iron door was pushed open, and the workers from the Red Flag Factory poured out and joined forces with the militiamen from the Chenguang Factory. Their momentum increased greatly, especially the fluttering red flag, which shocked the unseen gang.
The ruffians of the world.
Oh my god, is this going to be a war or something?
If you are a well-informed person in the city, if you see the flag of the militia camp of Chenguang Factory, you will understand at that time. Some blind person must have offended Brother Liu again, or Brother Zhuo has a bad temper and wants to flatter others.
For this kind of thing, the best way is to put oil on the soles of your feet and run away quickly, wait for the two brothers to get over their anger, and then ask someone to tell them, apologize and end the matter, otherwise they will live in fear and not be at ease.
However, the gangsters in the urban-rural fringe area are relatively uninformed. These locals live in their own small circles all day long. They think they know a few deputy directors of police stations and so on.
They are more awesome.
Therefore, these blind little hooligans actually took advantage of their large numbers and did not leave.
"Call them all for me and don't let anyone go." Liu Ziguang followed the large group of people from the Hongqi Factory out of the factory gate and shouted at Zhuo Li.
"It's not that easy to leave after you're here." Zhuo Li glanced around and saw the car Du Zhonghe was riding in. He pointed with his right hand and saw that several militiamen had already gone up and surrounded the car.
Zhuo Li knocked on the car window and signaled Boss Du to get out of the car. At this time, Boss Du's men were already divided and surrounded, and they didn't care about reinforcing the boss. He had to roll down the window, glanced at Zhuo Li coldly, and asked:
"Where are you from? Do you know whose territory this is?"
Zhuo Li opened the car door, grabbed Mr. Du's collar and pulled him out. Without saying a word, he scanned his face with eight big-eared posts: "I'm from Malagebi. I don't want to be around. I'm from the security department of Chenguang Factory."
Yes, whose fucking territory is it? The whole world is the territory of the Communist Party, tell me this!"
Boss Du has been around for so many years, and he has never seen such a ruthless character. He hits you as soon as he comes up, without giving you a chance to tell the numbers. He was stunned, his eyes were full of little stars, and a few teeth were loose in his mouth.
, both cheeks were so swollen that it was difficult to speak.
The clearing work is continuing. The militiamen are now very reserved. They no longer use weapons of mass destruction such as fire axes and spears in fights, but riot shields, rubber batons, emergency batons and other professional equipment. In fact, the real members of this group of militiamen are
Only half of the workers in the factory, and the other half are people who hang out with Zhuo Libei. They are experts in fighting. When they have nothing to do, they practice catching fists and combination sticks on the playground of Chenguang Factory. They can still deal with hundreds of gangsters.
A lot of people came to the rescue.
To be honest, even if the anti-riot brigade of the city bureau came, they couldn't do their job so neatly. Within ten minutes, all the gangsters who blocked the door were arrested. Sticks, machetes, chains, and locks were all scattered on the floor, and a large group of baldheads squatted down.
In the mud, the arrogance of not long ago was gone.
Boss Du was handcuffed behind his back and hung at the factory gate. His face was covered with blood, tears and runny nose, but he didn't look like a boss at all.
The crisis was basically over. The police car arrived belatedly. Several policemen from the local police station got out of the car and looked at the scene in surprise. The first fat police officer came over and said, "Mr. Wei, why is this happening?"
An older police officer in the back walked over while talking on his cell phone. He walked to the door and put away his cell phone. He frowned and ordered: "Let it go!"
Wei Shumin said: "Director Zhang, gangsters blocking doors have happened more than once, and I have reported it more than once. This kind of criminal behavior has caused great economic losses to our factory. I hope you can effectively control it."
One tube."
Director Zhang became a little angry and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Let me go!"
"Who are you? Why did you speak to the leader, and you were let go? What is the rank of the director of Hongqi Factory, and what rank are you? Do you know the rules?" Zhuo Li squeezed over with murderous intent and cursed viciously.