Chapter 401
Jin Fenghuang listened to my words and took two Jinbei carts to Pingjibao Dairy Farm to dig for things. I didn’t want to talk about it first. Unexpectedly, things turned out unexpectedly, and an irritable old man blocked the door.
Because the dairy farm had recruited wolves and wild boars in the past, the gate guard dared to carry a gun, which was of course illegal.
In Yinchuan, guns touch the bottom line. No matter Liu Zhiyuan, Jin Fenghuang or anyone else, they try their best to stick to the bottom line and not touch it.
Some people may doubt that there are really such arrogant people in reality?
Let me tell you, it is true. Niu Qingsheng from Yinchuan is this kind of person.
This man is a veteran who participated in the Vietnam War in 1979. His nephew is Li Zhen, the deputy general manager of Pingjibao Dairy Farm. Now he is using his eyes to see that there is a dairy farm executive named Li Qiao. In fact, Li Qiao is Li Zhen’s son. From the 1900s to the present day, three generations of their family worked on the dairy farm. However, Pingjibao Farm was later acquired and nationalized, and Li Zhen and Li Qiao became managed by the public.
Another very important point is that it is not illegal for Mr. Niu Qingsheng to kill someone with a gun.
Why not break the law? Because Uncle Niu has mental illness. His disease is called mild mania or mania. This is not the first time that he has hit someone with a gun. Last time, a cattle rustler was hit in the back when he ran away. Unless the rescue is timely, death is certain.
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Jin Fenghuang was pointed at with a gun, his face was gloomy and frightened, and he kept staring at Niu Qingsheng in front of him.
"What are you looking at!"
"Come inside!"
"Go quickly!" the old man yelled.
Jin Fenghuang was forced into the post, and his men didn't dare to act rashly, so they just watched.
There was a bed in the small sentry box, a broken bamboo recliner, a density board table, a landline phone on the table, and a radio with an antenna standing up and still talking.
The signal on the radio was not very stable, and Shan Tianfang was talking about the story of the White-Eyebrowed Hero.
"Bang!" Jingtangmu clapped.
"What kind of sword is it, a golden ring sword! What kind of sword is it, the Moon-Shame Flower Sword! What kind of move is it, the yin and yang move of heaven and earth! What kind of love is it, beauties love heroes!"
The old man Niu Qingsheng held a double-barreled gun in his left hand, and directly dialed the landline number in his right hand. The call was to the deputy general manager of the dairy farm, which was his nephew named Li Zhen.
"Vibrator, me."
Niu Qingsheng looked at Jin Fenghuang warily and reported to his nephew what had just happened.
"Little boy, my nephew asked you who you are." Niu Qingsheng asked.
Jin Fenghuang's face turned ugly. No one on Yinchuan Road dared to call him a brat in front of him, so his face suddenly turned ugly.
Jin Fenghuang was pointed at by the old man with a gun. He obediently took the phone and put it to his ear. He said in a low voice: "Hello."
I was a few meters away, and the landline phone was not on speakerphone. I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone. I could only hear what Jin Fenghuang was saying here.
"Your name is Li Zhen? I am Jin Fenghuang, the boss of Jin's Mining Company."
Jin Fenghuang listened to the phone, smiled, and handed the phone to Niu Qingsheng: "Your nephew asked you to answer the phone."
The old man took it and put it to his ear. After listening for a few seconds, his face turned red.
"Let me apologize! What the hell!"
"It was these brats who beat me first! Come on! I won't tell you anymore!" Niu Qing threw the phone on the table angrily.
At this time, someone shouted: "Brother Feng! That brother's leg needs to be cured quickly, or it will be useless!"
Jin Fenghuang frowned and said, wait, the injured brother will be useful later. If he becomes disabled, I, Jin Fenghuang, will support him for the rest of his life.
After hearing this, the little brother didn't dare to speak anymore.
The atmosphere in the small guard box was anxious.
The old man Niu Qingsheng was scolded by his nephew for defending the dairy farm, and his face turned red with anger.
No one except Jin Fenghuang dared to stand next to him, for fear that his powder keg would explode and shoot people.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, a black Jeep SUV drove over with its headlights on.
The jeep stopped, and Niu Qingsheng's nephew Li Zhen opened the door and ran over in a hurry.
This man was about 1.7 meters tall and probably weighed over 200 pounds. He was white, fat and had a big belly. You couldn't even see his neck. When he ran over, he looked like a big meat ball from a distance.
"What are you doing!"
