Zheng Qian's heart tightened suddenly. He thought he heard wrongly, and asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
"Those people won't let your father live in peace about what happened in the factory! I don't know how to tell you the details!"
The second uncle's voice was a little urgent: "We are following us to the factory, and a large group of street boys are making trouble there! They are really bullying us, and there is no one else!"
Zheng Qian asked many times, but his second uncle was old and had a bad tongue. He kept talking but couldn't understand.
He hung up the phone decisively and called his father Zheng Wei, but no one answered. This made his heart sink, and he immediately called his mother Liang Rong.
The call was answered quickly. Liang Rong was obviously busy talking to someone. When she answered, she was still saying "drive faster", and then said to Zheng Qian: "What's wrong, Duoduo?"
"Mom, what happened to my dad?" Zheng Qian asked as calmly as possible.
Liang Rong asked strangely: "Nothing happened, who did you listen to?"
Zheng Qian couldn't help but said: "It's my second uncle. He said that my father was beaten."
"No, no, don't listen to the wind, it will be rain."
Liang Rong explained: "Our factory's competitor sent people to cause trouble. Your dad is stuck in the factory. There is no danger for the time being. Your second uncle and I are rushing to the factory now!"
Zheng Qian had a premonition that something was not good and was about to hang up the phone and rush home when Liang Rong said again: "Aren't you performing in the army? Your things are important. You are busy with your business. Don't come back. We will take care of it."
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After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Zheng Qian held his cell phone and looked at it. It was just after two o'clock in the afternoon, so he turned to Cui Zhengyi and applied: "Captain, something happened at home. I apply to go home for a visit, up to three hours.
Come back and perform without delay!”
Cui Zhengyi looked at Zheng Qian in surprise: "What happened?"
Zheng Qian explained a little, and Cui Zhengyi shook his head and said: "It's not that I'm not accommodating, Zheng Qian, you are a soldier now, you should obey orders, and even if you are let out, you still represent the image of a soldier, you can't act on impulse, it will not affect you.
good."
When Zheng Qian heard this, he immediately said seriously: "I promise not to reveal my identity."
Cui Zhengyi looked at Zheng Qian's military uniform.
Zheng Qian immediately took off his big-brimmed hat and said, "I'll change my clothes later..."
At this time, noticing the abnormality here, Zhang Aimin, Xu Lian and others also came over and asked about the situation. Zheng Qian hesitated for a moment and then revealed a little about the situation. Then everyone looked at Cui Zhengyi with dissatisfied expressions.
"Old Cui, you are a bit rigid!"
"Something happened at Qian'er's family. It's okay if you don't help, but you still try to stop it?"
"So what if we miss this performance? Can't we perform for him?"
"Don't you know how much Qian'er has contributed to our regiment and how proud he is?"
"You really want to force Qian'er to serve as the general secretary!"
Everyone was chatting, making Cui Zhengyi's head buzzing. He also took off his big-brimmed hat and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I'll take care of anything if something happens. Zheng Qian, you can go..."
"Thank you, leader!" Zheng Qian saluted Cui Zhengyi.
Cui Zhengyi said angrily: "Hurry and leave!"
Zheng Qian turned around and ran away.
Cui Zhengyi suddenly stopped him: "Wait a moment!"
Zheng Qian hurriedly stopped and looked back at Cui Zhengyi, somewhat confused.
Others also looked at Cui Zhengyi with evil eyes.
Cui Zhengyi gave a wry smile, then walked towards the army, found several leaders of the 45th Division, and explained the situation. After all, Zheng Qian agreed to play the piano version of "The March of Steel Torrent" to the leaders, in case Zheng Qian ran out of time.
Even if I rush back, it won’t be easy to explain.
Secondly, I also want to apply for vehicle and personnel support.
When the leaders heard about the situation, they were all a little stunned. They whispered to each other. One of the division leaders showed a hearty smile: "Let him go. Why are we soldiers? Isn't it to protect our country? Everyone."
Put yourself in my shoes, your family has been bullied, how do you feel? I'm afraid I shouldn't have rushed out long ago! Okay, I'm sure about this. Also, Huang Lin, please bring a few people with you, we don't bully people,
But you can’t be bullied, understand?”
The other leaders also nodded slightly.
Huang Lin, the commander of a certain regiment of the 45th Division, immediately took the order and then trotted to the scene to pick out five subordinates.
When they heard that there was a mission, these people's eyes lit up. Isn't this what they were training to do every day just to wait for this? Each of them was immediately pumped, their faces flushed with excitement, and they quickly turned around to get firearms and other equipment.
The group leader was stunned for a moment, then quickly stopped their behavior and explained the situation, which suddenly made the five subordinates suddenly realize.
"I thought I could take advantage of my merits, but this guy makes my blood boil!"
"Sure enough, merit is not so easy to gain!"
"Teacher Zheng's father was bullied? This tone is intolerable!"
"If my father is bullied, I will fight him with all my life!"
So a group of people quickly accepted the mission, drove two military vehicles, and escorted Zheng Qian toward Gongming Town, a hundred kilometers away.
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At this time, at the door of Duowang Dairy Factory, a group of muscular men held banners in their hands, which read "Duowang Fresh Milk Bacteria Exceeds the Standard!", "Boycott Duowang Fresh Milk!", "Do you want diarrhea or vomiting?
Please drink Duowang fresh milk!" and other words.
They didn't shout or scream, just stood at the door. Some smoked, some talked and laughed, and some even tied banners to the trees, then sat in the shade and started playing cards leisurely.
The security guards in the factory looked at them warily and tightened their batons in their hands.
"This is too bullying!"
Finance Xu Zefen stood in front of the window of the office building, looked at the protesters at the door downstairs, and said angrily: "All of them are fat and strong, they are obviously hired thugs!"
"It's the last day. They are forcing us to express our position. I don't know if the factory director has thought about it."
Sales manager Qi Junhui looked at the factory director's office sadly.
At this time, several more cars drove up downstairs, and Liang Rong, Zheng Zeguang, and other fellow villagers from Gongming Town, including their second uncle, also arrived. Some even took farm shovels and broom sticks, which shocked the protesters.
But when I looked carefully, I saw that they were all old, young, women and children. I couldn't help but feel funny. I looked at them contemptuously and continued to go about their own business. Those who should play cards continued to play cards, and those who should smoke continued to smoke.
Fortunately, there was no conflict at the scene. Qi Junhui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked someone to let them in. He went downstairs to greet them personally: "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"
Liang Rong said worriedly: "What's going on? Who said our old Zheng was beaten?"
"That's not true. The factory director is in the office just fine!"
Qi Junhui said: "It's just some protesters who were ignored. They have been here for several hours. The police said it was a reasonable protest. They did not cause violence and had nothing to do. In fact, they are just rumors. The more they spread, the more evil they become."
"Where's Lao Zheng? I want to see him!" Liang Rong said.
Qi Junhui stopped him slightly: "Sister-in-law, the factory director is busy, so please don't disturb him."
Zheng Wei is really busy now. After thinking about it all night, he still doesn't want to sell the factory, so he sits in the office and keeps calling to inquire about possible connections. But even though he has exhausted all his connections, he still finds nothing.
Most people's attitudes are conciliatory, so Zheng Wei faces reality.
Zheng Wei hated it so much that even calling him brother and sister was of no use at the critical moment. Some people were so helpful that they even refused to stand up and express their opinions.
Although he was not pushed to the point of being pushed down by others, Zheng Wei also deeply felt the warmth and warmth of human relationships.
At this time, when he heard the noise outside, he finally put down the phone, stood up, and opened the door. At a glance, he saw all the familiar villagers from Gongming Town in front of him, and his wife Liang Rong also looked at him blankly.
Zheng Wei smiled, touched his white hair, and laughed at himself: "Quite handsome, isn't he?"
Liang Rong suddenly couldn't help crying. Last night, her husband's hair was still black and white. She couldn't help but say a few words, but after just one night, why was his hair almost completely white?
The second uncle also sighed repeatedly. He had a nephew. His daughter got pregnant due to some mischief, and later she ran away with him. After learning the news, the old nephew also grew old overnight.
It seems that Zheng Wei regards this career as very important. Although he is not even fifty years old, he is forced to do this.
"Why are you crying!" Zheng Wei stepped forward, wiped Liang Rong's tears, and said with a smile: "There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."
Zheng Zeguang looked at his brother's appearance and suddenly stamped his feet angrily: "This Feng Xinhong is really rubbish. He doesn't like others the most. Brother, I can't forgive you. I gave Duoduo..."
"Okay, stop talking!"
Zheng Wei interrupted him. This incident was a thorn in his heart, forcing him to inspire his career and start again. Without such stimulation, he would not have taken this step.
At this time, there was a sudden movement downstairs.
Qi Junhui walked to the window and took a look. He found a car parked in front of the factory door, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "What's going on?"
The security guard replied: "It's a project manager from Weiming Dairy who came and said he wanted to talk to the factory director. I was about to talk to you!"
"The negotiator is here?"
Zheng Wei nodded: "Let them come in!"
The so-called project manager was plain-looking and slightly bald. When he saw Zheng Wei, he was obviously stunned, and then he smiled and said, "Director Zheng has worked so hard, how can he look like this?"
Before Zheng Wei could speak, Qi Junhui said bluntly: "Ding Yang, stop talking nonsense, why did Feng Xinhong send you here?"
"You should have guessed it."
Ding Yang waved, and the person behind him took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Zheng Wei: "Five million, all the equity in Duowang Dairy in your hand will be handed over!"
"You fart!"
Qi Junhui was instantly angry: "The quotation a month ago was eight million. One month later, the quotation is not only not more, but also less?"
"Do you think our public relations expenses during this period are not money?"
Ding Yang looked at Qi Junhui sideways: "I'm warning you, you'd better be honest, otherwise I will be the first to fire you when the equity is handed over."