Chapter 462: Chapter 462 Master, Please Wait (Second Update)
In stormy weather, the people of Chaoge dare not use their mobile phones, really unable to send out a distress signal.
Yet, they watched helplessly as that woman with an umbrella took out her mobile phone to make a call.
Sister Hong already knew that it was Feng Jun who had used a Daoist technique, so she took out her mobile phone to call the police—this matter would eventually have to go through official channels.
Wang Haifeng and the others were holding down the people who had handcuffed n Gang, just beating and kicking them relentlessly.
The people of Chaoge watched, filled with rage, but truly unable to step forward to save them, only able to shout, “We followed the procedure!”
The car door of Xu Leigang opened, and Xiao Youwei, holding his mobile phone in hand, shouted righteously, “Is violent entry your procedure? I’ve recorded everything, and I’ll post it online later!”
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At that age, children just want to stir up trouble, and when those n had even threatened him and wanted to “protect” his grandfather, how could he swallow this indignity?
Ultimately, it was Old Master Yuan who sent a ssage through Gao Qiang, “Enough beating, check if the people struck by lightning are dead, and then figure out who’s behind this.”
The old master was truly angry, he had never encountered anyone who tried to restrict his freedom, yet the other party clearly had powerful officials on their side, a session of beating and kicking to vent anger was enough.
As for the people hit by lightning, none of them had actually died, but two were severely injured and might need amputations.
Of course, the people of Chaoge wouldn’t admit to being instructed by anyone, thinking to themselves that since you’ve called the police, we’ll wait for the police as well.
The Zhengyang police would certainly side with the Zhengyang People, but once they arrived, they wouldn’t suffer any more—at least they’d behave on the surface, unlike now where everything was resolved through force.
However, it was extrely unfortunate that after waiting for about ten minutes, the police still hadn’t arrived—the weather was bad, there were too many ergencies, and they couldn’t spare resources for a minor incident in the wilderness.
But the people of Chaoge couldn’t keep waiting, as so of the people struck by lightning were in bad shape and needed to be taken to the hospital quickly.
However, Feng Jun had blocked their way, and if they tried calling for ergency services, they feared they might beco the patients instead.
They hoped that the manor would make way for a car to transport the injured to dical care.
“Don’t even think about it,” Feng Jun flatly refused, “You can carry the injured on your back to the hospital, but no cars are allowed to leave!”
To run through the wilderness in the pouring rain with people on their backs? Are you kidding ?
Eventually, soone stepped forward, mustering the courage to ask Wang Haifeng, “Aren’t you the brother of Hai Feng, the Director of Chaoge Ocean Affairs?”
The Wang Family in Chaoge has two cooperative partners, and Coach Wang had also visited Chaoge before; so of the visitors recognized him.
This person didn’t hope Wang Haifeng would let everyone go, but by cozying up, he still wished to plead for the injured—the longer the delay, the worse the treatnt prospects, and if sothing happened to soone, it would also put Luohua Manor in a passive position.
Wang Haifeng responded directly, first clarify your origins and I’ll judge the situation based on the facts.
Indeed, the reason these people had co was on behalf of a Chaoge state-owned enterprise interested in machinery processing; they had manufactured so parts for Mou Miao once, but were later dropped due to inefficiency and high pricing.
Knowing about the conflict between Mou Miao and the people of Chaoge, this state-owned enterprise had been eager to take over this market.
For the current people of Chaoge, producing Boiler Cal Motorcycles was not an issue; the key was to know where they could be sold.
They had also looked for connections and inquired about the situation in Bei Xinluo, but with their channels and dedication, they were unable to learn anything useful.
If they couldn’t find a channel, why not use Mou Miao’s channels? That’s why state-owned enterprises had the confidence to not only take over the business but also try to acquire the distribution channels.
Of course, when reporting to the city, they mainly emphasized the GDP involved; Mou Miao had made deals worth more than twenty million in half a year, so if the people of Chaoge took over, they wouldn’t make any less, right?
The enterprise was local, its success would make the city look good, and it would effectively boost the local economy, which could be considered a political achievent. And there were so unspeakable benefits too—If the enterprise prospered, local officials would have a place to spend money.
Once the enterprise set its sights on this, it convinced the city leaders to take on Feng Jun.
When the city leaders heard about the benefits, they thought they should also focus on industrial production…to strengthen industry for the nation.
The leaders were astute and, thinking ahead of any potential defeat, asked how to go about capturing soone from Zhengyang.
The enterprise’s people answered that there was a reason right in front of them, the recent car accident.
So, the city bureau issued a summons—yes, just a summons, which was enough to serve its purpose, and if sothing went wrong, they could shirk responsibility.
However, at the sa ti, they alerted Customs that Feng Jun might be involved in smuggling and should be investigated.
Feng Jun didn’t care one bit about Customs protocol, and since Funiu wasn’t near the coast, Customs could only check for smuggling at the airport.
And what could they possibly find regarding smuggling at the airport? Only small items like gold, drugs, and antiques. How could a Boiler Cal Motorcycle, such a large object, possibly be air freighted?
Because Feng Jun disregarded Customs, the people of Chaoge finally made up their minds to raid Luohua Manor and carry out the arrest.
The main force of this operation was the state-owned enterprise, but a few municipal staff mbers from Chaoge City had also accompanied them.
For instance, the guy who pretended to be from an official departnt was actually the head of the security departnt at the city guesthouse. After the security departnt was disbanded, he took on the identity of an auxiliary police officer, a temporary worker who claid to be a deputy-section-level official.
And the guy who carried the summons was also an auxiliary police officer, who had ordered the handcuffing of the two n Gang.
The person in charge this ti was the deputy head of a state-owned enterprise, but he got struck by thunder as he tried to “protect” Elder Yuan. As for the middle-aged man who had been hiding in the car the whole ti, he was a deputy director from the Zheng governnt office.
The crowd was diverse, and Feng Jun was taken aback, “Have I offended so many people?”
Elder Yuan, on the other hand, was stamping his feet in anger, “A bunch of bastards, utterly lawless.”
However, no matter how you heard it, it sounded like sothing a disadvantaged group would say.
The police finally arrived; justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent.
Their first order of business upon arrival was… to allow the injured to receive treatnt.
This didn’t seem to give Sister Hong much face, but first, we need to follow the proper procedures, right?
So the man in charge, the one supposed to be “protecting” Elder Yuan, was sent to the hospital.
Feng Jun was not pleased, but since Elder Yuan didn’t say anything, he had to bite his tongue no matter how many complaints he had.
The next group of people, the police could hardly arrest them all, so they had no choice but to detain about a dozen of them in the bungalows of Luohua Manor.
A police officer also stayed at Luohua Manor to guard these suspects.
One officer was obviously not enough, but there were workers at the manor, and they held an unusual hatred for the people from Chaoge who had co to their doors to create trouble—this wasn’t just because Feng Jun was the manor’s boss—”Damn it, since when is it your turn to strut around in Zhengyang?”
After being detained overnight, the people from the sub-bureau ca and took them away the following afternoon.
That evening, back in the villa, everyone discussed how to properly resolve the situation.
The people from Chaoge City might have gone too far today, but at the sa ti, those dozen or so thunderbolts had caused great harm to the people of Chaoge.
For instance, Sister Hong believed they should take a look at the injuries of those people before deciding on the next course of action.
Yuan Zihao, however, was deeply resentful of the people from Chaoge, insisting that they couldn’t just let the matter rest.
Feng Jun also made his stance clear, stating simply, “If Chaoge City can’t give an explanation, I will leave Zhengyang and return to Chaoyang.”
His threat sounded feeble and ineffective—after all, what did Zhengyang have to lose concerning soone who neither had a company nor paid inco taxes?
But those who truly understood recognized the weight of his words.
At least Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin were certain that if he left, the burgeoning Zhengyang jade market would collapse—without the biggest and most stable source of goods, what would Zhengyang have to sustain a jade market?
Once that market collapsed, it wouldn’t just an a reduction in transaction volus. Many people who relied on the market for their livelihood, like the jade carvers, would be out of work.
Though Feng Jun never paid personal inco tax on the proceeds from his jade sales, he believed he did pay taxes in his own way—his reasoning lay in the wealth he had created out of thin air, the jobs he had provided, and the employnt problems he had solved.
If he had chosen to run a mundane grocery store like his father, Feng Wenhui, he would have paid taxes, but how much wealth would that create? How many jobs would it provide and employnt problems would it solve?
Taxes were one thing, but those present were more concerned about sothing else: If you return to Chaoyang, where would we go?
Follow you to Chaoyang? Don’t joke, not to ntion Xu Leigang, the doting father, even Wang Haifeng with his bronchitis wouldn’t know how to explain it to his wife.
The careers of Sister Hong, Zhang Caixin, and the Good Scenery were all based in Zhengyang; if they followed him to Chaoyang, they would likely beco his subsidiaries.
Even Yuan Zihao did not want Feng Jun to return to Chaoyang—if you’re already so arrogant in Zhengyang, what will happen if you go back to Chaoyang? Will I get the cold shoulder when I visit your house so day?
Even Li Xiaobin didn’t want him to go back, “Big Pang, we’ve finally managed to get out of that impoverished valley.”
Sister Hong’s attitude was quite representative, “No, you can go to the capital or the Magic City, but I won’t stop you. Who would progress only to regress?”
The others also echoed her sentint.
Only Lu Xiaoning expressed cautious support, “Going back is alright too, it’s closer to ho… Over there, we’ll call the shots.”
Feng Jun didn’t argue with them, but instead stretched out his hand to Yuan Youwei, “Youwei, co here and show your uncle what you’ve captured.”
Yuan Youwei’s mobile phone had recorded not only the initial difficulties those people had given Xu Leigang but also captured two videos of people being struck by lightning.
Yuan Zihao took a look as well, then handed the phone back to his grandson, warning him with a single comnt, “Don’t post it online.”
After giving his warning, he cast another peculiar look at Feng Jun.
The discussion continued until eleven o’clock at night before everyone dispersed.
Feng Jun had used the Falling Thunder Technique continuously today, albeit a weakened version. With his spiritual energy, he could only use the genuine Falling Thunder Technique five tis.
Even so, over half of his internal spiritual energy had been depleted, and he needed to replenish it in the backyard.
He had just stepped out of the front building when Gao Qiang caught up and spoke in a low voice, “Master, please wait a mont.”
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