Han Hu didn't look guilty at all. He took a heavy puff of cigarette and exhaled slowly: "Dalong, your eldest brother is still just a small office director, but you are already a big boss."
A complex look flashed in Liu Dalong's eyes. He could say nothing but nothing.
There is no reason to talk about things, people will be punished if they don't do it for themselves, greed is never discussed whether it should be done or not, and who is right and who is wrong is never discussed.
I am greedy, so from my perspective, everything I do is right.
Liu Dalong stood up, said nothing, and walked out of the room silently. He knew that from this moment on, everyone was the enemy.
Later, he received a call from Feng Yuan, who was seeking a higher position. He did not expect that such a big thing would suddenly happen below, and it would explode all of a sudden.
"Dalong, can you stop this matter?"
"Feng Chu, tell me, what's wrong (liao)?"
Feng Yuan also felt a little embarrassed. Han Hu is old and not stable yet. Do you still think of yourself as young?
"Dalong, Han Hu and those three companies, you can't take advantage. If we really break up, it will not look good on everyone."
"Just forget it? I was surrounded by more than thirty people in a strange city and almost couldn't come back, so let's just forget it?"
"I asked those three companies to come up with 500,000 yuan. How about this matter being over? I will guarantee that something similar will not happen again in the future. You, Liu Dalong, can still do business in the same way as before. Who among the four of them? If you dare to reach out again, how about I handle it?"
It was not a complete favoritism, and Liu Dalong was given some explanations, but in fact this result had nothing to do with fairness.
"Feng Chu, there is something about Wei Tao here." Liu Dalong gritted his teeth. He really had no choice. In the past, he didn't dare to offend him at all. Now that he is doing well, he also has a certain fear of Feng Yuan. In desperation, , can only drag Wei Tao into the water, hoping that the fear of Cao Haiyang behind him will put a limit to the shamelessness of this group of people.
"I'll handle his side."
Feng Yuan hung up the phone. Liu Dalong was in a state of confusion and wanted to be cruel. I'll love you, uncle. I'm already in my forties. If I'm pissed off by you bastards, I'll risk everything. Let's see who's afraid. who.
I stamped my feet angrily, smoked a cigarette, and thought again that I am already in my forties, have a family, a career, a wife and children, and live a happy life.
………………
Tang Cen easily found the only monitoring equipment line at the entrance of the fruit wholesale market, and he was done with just a few scissors.
At the door, Zhang Jian was waiting by the roadside in a van, with the car still on.
Wei Tao, Tang Cen, Zhu Xichun and Lu Jiang lowered their heads and walked in. Many people knew Wei Tao and Zhu Xichun. Some said hello without knowing what was going on, while others looked ugly if they knew what was going on.
At the iron staircase of the Caigang House Management Office, two men had just stood up. Tang Cen went up and knocked them unconscious twice.
Zhu Xichun stayed downstairs while the other three quickly went upstairs.
Kicking open the door of Han Hu's office, there were two big men besides Han Hu inside. Lu Jiang took out a sawn-off double-barreled shotgun from his arms: "Whoever moves, I will kill."
When the opponent was stunned, Tang Cen went up and hit the outside of the neck with his stick, knocking him unconscious.
Wei Tao stared at Han Hu and didn't listen to Han Hu's explanation. He stepped forward and kicked him to the ground. Tang Cen stepped forward and stepped on his head. Wei Tao took out a very ordinary circlip from his pocket. The knife flicked open, and he grabbed the dirty work clothes hanging on the wall. He squatted down and stepped on Han Hu's leg. Without hesitation, he slashed the back hamstring where Tang Cen had taught him. With one slash, Han Hu He was twitching and about to cry out in pain, stuffing dirty clothes into his mouth. Tang Cen stepped on his head and moved his feet to his back. Wei Tao sat directly on his lap, pressing him down to prevent him from moving.
Another knife stroke, pulling the cushion on the chair next to him to block the splatter of blood, and slashing him a few more times. It was no longer a simple hamstring break. He didn't care whether he could walk with a limp in the end or couldn't move his leg at all. He came today to cripple the opponent's leg.
"Your words will be returned to you. Cutting off a person's wealth is like taking a person's life."
Wei Tao wiped the clip-on knife and the hand holding the knife. He didn't care whether he wiped it clean or not. He stood up, no longer caring about Han Hu, who was in severe pain and twitching all over his body, and strode away.
From coming in to leaving, it takes dozens of seconds.
It takes a little more than a minute to go from downstairs to upstairs and then back downstairs.
There are people running this way in the market. Han Hu has been operating here for many years. Even though he has stopped playing martial arts, he still arranged for some old brothers and young brothers to work here to make money. When they got the news that something happened here, there were also a few people who carried them with them. The stick he picked up ran this way.
Wei Tao glanced coldly at the man running over and stood still.
Tang Cen pressed Lu Jiang's hand. On a hot day, he was wearing a coat, and the shotgun was in his arms. It was not for use, but a tool to solve problems faster and with less noise. Even if Wei Tao shows a murderous attitude, he will not really ignore everything and will control the matter to a small area. Moreover, his sudden brutality also has his own considerations.
When Zhu Xichun got out of the car, he was holding a baseball bat in his hand. The strength of this thing was evident in his hands. He held it with both hands and swung it. It would bounce off when he touched it. When he came up, the stick would rush towards him. The person holding a stick in his hand to resist was smashed away.
You don't need to take action, I'll go first and take the initiative.
Zhu Xichun didn't use words to intimidate others. He held the baseball bat tightly with both hands and swung it without caring. If anyone dared to come forward, hitting you on the head would be like hitting a watermelon.
This scare is much more effective than words, and several people can be beaten away in just a few strokes.
Wei Tao glanced around coldly, Zhu Xichun carried a baseball bat, and the four of them quickly walked out of the market gate.
The second-story colored steel building of the management office is right next to the gate. It took more than a dozen steps to walk out and get in the car. Zhang Jian put the first gear on and stepped on the accelerator.
At this time, it was less than half an hour before Liu Dalong left here.
They left, and someone came upstairs. Others were fine, but they were all knocked unconscious. Only Han Hu was covered in sweat and his face was livid. When people went upstairs, he also pulled the dirty clothes out of his mouth and roared in pain. People also fainted.
The tragic situation at the ankle made everyone who saw it subconsciously take half a step back. There seemed to be unwiped blood on Wei Tao's hand just now. Some people did not dare to express it when they saw it, pretending not to know.
Wei Tao is too familiar. In most people's impressions, this young man is very easy-going and always smiles with everyone. He never skimps on the cigarette hairband in his pocket and even laughs when someone is chatting. If Wei Tao comes around in the morning, he is very familiar with Wei Tao. One lap, if you don’t have two or three packs of cigarettes in your pocket, it won’t be enough to make a loop.
It was precisely because of the familiarity that he was shocked and couldn't understand what was happening, why Wei Tao did this cruel thing.
The three wholesalers looked at Han Hu being taken away by the ambulance, all with solemn expressions. They had nothing to say. If you act like a barbarian, you will have to bear it.
You little bastard, you're so cruel.
They were all contacting their acquaintances who had a hard time with each other. This matter obviously broke their skin completely, so they could only play for fun. In the end, they promised to do something good. Within two hours, they all called, and the caliber was almost the same.
"Boss Zhang, I'm sorry, I can't help you with this matter."
"Boss Li, I'm sorry, please ask someone else to handle this matter."
"Brother Wang, let me tell you the truth. Let me offer you a drink to apologize. Do you know Yan Bo? Do you know who he represents?"
The last boss got a non-ambiguous answer.
I'll rub your uncle!
Can you stop swearing? Don't be such a bully.
………………
In Tang Cen's warehouse, Wei Tao was sitting on a chair, only halfway up, with his elbows on his legs, hunched over, looking down at the ground. No one knew what he was thinking.
He didn't wash his hands and was smoking. Tang Cen took a warm wet towel and wiped his hands clean. The spring knife had already been wiped and thrown into a sewer on the side of the road.
When the phone rang, Wei Tao glanced at it and picked it up: "Hello?"
A frivolous voice came from the other side of the phone: "I'm Yan Bo. Does Mr. Wei know who I am? Can you come out and meet me?"
"Okay, tell me the place."
"Then go to the fragrant tavern in front of the fruit wholesale market."
"good."
As soon as he opened the door, a figure rushed in. Tang Cen was about to move, but stopped again.
Bang.
With a muffled sound, Wei Tao received a heavy punch in the abdomen. His body subconsciously bent, and he was hit by an elbow on the back. He was knocked directly to the ground. Then, a big leather shoe toe was thrown around his body without touching his head. Kick him and find a place where he can resist the beating.
After playing for half a minute, the opponent stopped, stretched out his clothes that were messed up by the large movement, snorted, walked out, started a dilapidated Cherokee and drove away.
Lu Jiang was stopped by Zhu Xichun, who looked like a traitor. When he saw Tang Cen, he also signaled not to move and then calmed down, otherwise he would directly curse.
Your uncle, Xu Lang, do you really have nothing to do? Why are you staring at me every day?
I didn't bother to stand up. It really hurt. I sat up first and leaned against the door. Ignoring the pain all over my body and the dust marks on the outside of my clothes, I spat a few words: "Xu Lang, you bastard. I'll fuck you like a fairy, you." A little red guy, a little brat, a street kid..."
There was a screeching sound of a sudden brake, and the Cherokee appeared again outside the door. Xu Lang, who had just left, came back again. After getting out of the car, with a smile on his face: "Did you scold me just now? I feel like my back If I brave the cold wind, someone will definitely scold me."
He came up with another kick and kicked Wei Tao to the ground. Am I the one who needs your explanation before making my own judgment? It's fine if I think it's you.
He came up and kicked me again and again, until I felt that I was done, I raised my legs and walked away. The words I said were not to explain anything, but purely to express my joy and to find happiness for myself. It doesn’t matter whether your client is happy or not, it has nothing to do with me, I’m in a good mood now.
Tang Cen snickered on the side, while Wei Tao stood up in disgrace, walked to the door, and looked around to make sure the guy was gone. He didn't want to be beaten by that bastard again. He couldn't do it. The key is that it really hurts. .
It hurts even without being slapped in the face.
