Countless young, old, women and children on the other side looked at the scarlet blood line on the ground, feeling horrified and horrified. ap.
"It's reasonable to beat people. I don't believe it. He still dares to beat old women."
"Everyone, rush towards me. I'll see if he dares to take action."
In the crowd, a middle-aged man shouted first and rushed straight up: "Poodle, beat me to death if you dare."
The moment the middle-aged man crossed the red line with his left foot, I hit him in the face with my lunch box.
At this moment, a solemn and majestic voice boomed: "Child Master! Stop!"
When everyone looked back, they cried out as sadly as if they saw Tathagata Buddha: "Boss Junpeng. You are finally here."
"Boss Junpeng, you have to make the decision for us!"
"Master Tong is so lawless!"
Swish, swish, swish...
A group of old, weak, women and children knelt down in a large area.
When he saw Wang Junpeng arriving, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up and he cried and shouted: "Mr. Wang, help me, the child teacher is going to..."
Snapped!
In front of Wang Junpeng, I slapped the middle-aged man on the face.
He reached out with his hand, grabbed the opponent's collar, and slapped him twice in the face, causing blood to flow from his mouth and nose.
Throw it back casually.
He slowly raised his head and turned to Wang Peng: "Hello, Mr. Wang."
Wang Junpeng frowned slightly, his face was sulky, but he didn't say anything.
"Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang, the boy teacher beat someone. He beat me in front of you."
The middle-aged man staggered up and cried, "Master Tong, he is too crazy. He is a cancer in the headquarters, a cancer..."
"Mr. Wang, if you don't care, I will call the police."
Wang Junpeng glanced at me with furrowed eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Master Tong. What's going on?"
"Report. I don't know this man. He called me a poodle."
Wang Peng sniffed: "Did you scold me?"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly: "I scolded him, but he couldn't hit him."
Wang Peng did not respond and waved his hand gently: "Dong Kui. You can handle the matters at your headquarters."
The Iron Masked King came forward with his briefcase: "Report. I suggest calling the police."
Wang Junpeng hummed: "The matter of the Eighth Office and the Yulin Guards snatching the guns of the Heavenly Guardian Guards will also be handled by the police. Call Long Guangyao and Zhuang Chihua over. And invite Supervisor Zheng to come over as well."
As soon as these words came out, a group of old, weak, women and children all changed their colors.
But two minutes later, the crowd that gathered around Fangzhou alley crying and complaining miraculously disappeared.
The sky is dyed layer by layer with black clouds, and the autumn wind brings a warm and cool wind, blowing away the heat of reinforced concrete.
The round white moon stuck on the branches struggled to climb up into the sky little by little, leaking the moonlight like residual snow.
Gradually, the ancient courtyard also became a blur.
Boss Wang Junpeng always finished visiting the courtyard with a straight face.
The second time he came, he spent more than 20 minutes looking at all the shabby rooms in the courtyard one by one. He then stood at the steel gate of the third courtyard and communicated cordially with Li Ge and others, showing his utmost care.
The water and food he brought were stuffed into the steel gaps, and he made instructions and guarantees.
In the end, Wang Junpeng was sitting under the rockery of the second entrance courtyard, which was messy and still stained with blood, chatting and laughing with Tu Laoliang.
Not long after, Zhang Jiangtao spoke softly. The bald old man and the iron-faced king retreated. Wang Peng and I were left alone.
Wang Junpeng and I talked for a short time. Both parties were honest with each other, and the content was extremely hot.
The first person to attack Lao Er's group will be punished as a crime of damaging public property.
The investigation into the second gun grab is now over. Relevant processing has also come out.
Defined as a misunderstanding!
The meaning of misunderstanding is that big things are turned into trivial matters.
Forget it for the one who hits, forget it for the one who is beaten.
These are all small things, the third thing is the serious matter.
Wang Junpeng told me that he had received a request about Long
Guangyao led a total of 160 high-level and middle-level people from all over the headquarters to report the collective involvement in huge gambling.
However, Wang Peng did not punish these people.
The reason for the lack of penalties is simple.
Wang Junpeng was a little afraid of these two people!
One is named Long and the other is named Zeng!
So, Wang Peng gave me a curve to save the country.
He wants to use this punishment in exchange for my silence!
This means that Long Guangyao is exempted from punishment for participating in gambling, but I can make demands!
Make any request!
Um!
Everything in this world is an exchange of interests.
If we can't exchange, it means we haven't agreed on the price!
"Is Wang always afraid of Zeng Laosi's father or Long Guangyao's father?"
Since Wang Junpeng has given me the answer, I don't need to hide it from him, let alone be polite to him.
"Yes. You are right."
Faced with my eccentric attitude, Wang Peng admitted unabashedly, with no trace of embarrassment on his handsome face: "I owe both the Zeng family and the Long family."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Yes. Scared too!"
"So, you can make more demands. Let me return these two favors a little bigger."
I felt a little sad in my heart, looked at Leng Yue who was about to be reunited with my mouth twisted, and said softly: "Any request is okay?"
"right!"
"It will be all right!"
"Just mention it!"
Wang Junpeng lit up his cigarette casually and said in a manly voice: "This courtyard is good, the family area and your appraisal center are also good. In the afternoon, I looked at the information. Fangzhou's old house and office building in Shanghai is by the West Lake. The villa gardens, the mountains in Suzhou, the pieces of land in Yangcheng, the factories in Shuangxi City, Jincheng, Ludao, Jiangcheng, the land in the center of cities along the coast, and the Northeast..."
After talking about dozens of real estate assets across the country in one breath, Wang Peng shook his cigarette ashes and said casually, "Reply me wherever you like."
"Now?"
"Yes. Now."
Wang Peng's expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of demonic sound in his gentle tone: "Go to the headquarters tomorrow morning to go through the formalities. By the way, I will also receive the notice revoking all your punishments."
With his index finger flicking the twenty-dollar Double Happiness cigarette like a mountain, Wang Peng said calmly: "So you are Xuan Yi. If it hadn't been for those bad things, you should have been buried long ago."
"The punishment is lifted, and with so many first-class merits to support you, you will be on the ninth level for the time being. When Fangzhou's matter is over, and your new position is determined, you can be promoted to the fifth level."
"With your ability, you can reach the sky in three to five years, which is just around the corner."
