Hou Haihong, male, 28 years old, native of Yundong.

Ji Jiameng, female, 27 years old, native of Yundong.

Both of them usually do small business. When they were selling fast food in a certain section of the water treatment project in Yundong City, they were injured by Wu Fugen, the head of the construction site.

Now Hou Haihong, covered in blood, was lying outside the construction site.

Ji Jiameng didn't call the police or call 120, but just kept her husband with her eyes closed tightly and cried loudly.

Wu Fugen knew that he had caused a small disaster today and it was certain that he would pay some money. Now the most important thing is to send the person to the hospital, otherwise it would affect the normal construction of the construction site and the responsibility would be greatly increased.

But even though he was so persuading, Ji Jiameng didn't say a word except crying.

Wu Fugen gave a wink at his security captain, which means that he would take the person to the car and take him to the hospital first, so that the rest would be easier to handle.

What else can a woman get hurt?

The security captain was about to use strength when suddenly a voice came:

"Who dares to move!"

I don’t know where about thirty people suddenly appeared.

What a guy, they all have tattoos and a arrogant face.

The person in the lead looks a bit gentler when he is in his forties.

"You, are you?" Wu Fugen asked in fear.

"We are all his relatives." Hou Haihong, the leader, pointed to the "coma" on the ground: "It happened to be passing by here. What's wrong? If you hurt someone, you want to send it to the hospital for trouble."

"Uncle, you have to make a decision for us." Ji Jiameng cried even more sadly: "We just want to do some small business, and our Haihong was beaten like this by them."

"Smoke a cigarette." Wu Fugen vaguely guessed that the other party must have come prepared. His security guards must be unable to beat these guys. He hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and handed it on. It seemed that a lot of blood was about to burst today.

"No, brothers, carry people into the construction site!" The leader didn't even look at Wu Fugen: "Who dares to stop him, beat him!"

The word "tap" is full of murderous intent.

The security guards consciously gave up the way...

...

I will do my best to cause trouble for me.

Fan Chunda was scolding Wu Fugen in his heart, but the things in front of him had to be handled?

A young man with his eyes closed and his body covered in blood was lying in the middle of the construction site. His wife cried loudly beside him, and there was no way to start construction on the construction site.

In addition to those guys who were obviously engaging in society, Fan Chun had a headache when he thought about it.

"Boss, your surname is yours?" Fan Chunda asked politely.

"Jiang Shengli." The person leading the man answered faintly.

Jiang Shengli?

Does this name sound so familiar?

Fan Chunda thought for a long time but still couldn't remember where he heard the name: "Boss Jiang, you see, it's our fault that we beat your nephew. We will pay the money, and we will pay the money. So, we will pay 10,000 yuan for medical expenses and 10,000 yuan for lost work compensation, how about it?"

This compensation is already a lot.

Seeing that Jiang Shengli had no response, the characteristics of the old Jianghu were undoubtedly manifested in Fan Chunda: "Let's do this, I will give each of my hard work fee of 500 yuan each, and I will set up a few more tables in the hotel to apologize to you and your nephew, and give it to your friends."

30 people are 15,000 again.

The only thing Fan Chunda thought was to let these people leave quickly and let the construction site start construction normally as soon as possible.

But Jiang Shengli was still smiling faintly.

Not satisfied? Fan Chunda sneered: "Boss Jiang, I'm not nice to say. I've also roughly understood the incident. Your nephew is going to provoke our construction site manager first. He is the main responsibility."

"Really?" Jiang Shengli smiled calmly: "Take our things to Boss Fan."

A mobile phone came to Fan Chunda and took a complete picture of how Hou Haihong was injured.

Damn, the other party is well prepared, Fan Chunda finally began to worry.

"This is a passionate citizen who happened to pass by and took photos for us." Jiang Shengli emphasized the words "enthusiastic citizen": "Boss Fan, look, have my nephew ever taken action from beginning to end? It's yours outside the construction site? It's from Yundong City, the people of Yundong City. You bully the market, and if you don't give you good things, you will drive people away and beat people? Is there any other way to dominate the law?"

"Boss Jiang, everything is easy to discuss." Fan Chunda felt a little sweaty on his back: "You said, "How do you plan to solve this problem?"

Jiang Shengli lit a cigarette for himself: "Two roads, the first one, compensation of 10 million yuan."

Why don’t you rob it? Fan Chunda muttered in his heart, but he didn’t dare to show any displeasure in his face.

"The second one." Jiang Shengli said slowly: "Call your boss, whether it is Zhu Guoxu or Zhu Jinyan. Ah, it's better to call Zhu Jinyan, just say **** is making trouble on the construction site now."

***** There are actually people who claim to be a rascal?

Fan Chunda can now be sure that this is not to cause trouble for himself, but to cause trouble for the boss. After figuring this out, his heart has been let go.

Anyway, I don’t have a half-cent money, so what are you afraid of? Fan Chunda smiled and said, “Boss Jiang, wait a moment, wait a moment, I will call Mr. Zhu, and I will call Mr. Zhu.”

Jiang Shengli looked at the time: "30 minutes, tell Zhu Jinyan that it would not happen within 30 minutes, and this matter would be a big deal."

...

Zhu Jinyan’s recent life has been a bit unhappy.

After working hard to turn Xihai Group into its own, but the most valuable Xihai Shipping Company and New Future Research Institute have been sold by Jiang Shengli.

What does this taste like?

It was like finally making a pot of raw rolled fish fillet porridge, but I took it to the table, but I found that I forgot to put the fish fillets.

If the entire group lacks those two most important departments, what is the point of getting it?

Why did Mr. Adrien have no intention of seeking a crime? He was even a little indifferent?

Does this have nothing to do with them?

Zhu Jinyan didn't quite understand.

The phone rang.

Zhu Jinyan had no intention of answering the phone.

The phone rang over and over again.

Who? So stubborn?

Zhu Jinyan reluctantly answered the phone: "Who?"

"Mr. Zhu, I, Fan Chunda."

"What's up?"

After Fan Chun talked about the whole story, Zhu Jinyan was all there?

What's the situation? *****Jiang Shengli?

Did you hear it wrong?

When did Jiang Shengli become a ****?

And he even ran to his construction site to cause trouble?

Zhu Jinyan couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it!

...
Chapter completed!