"She's probably going to be disappointed."
Mr. Zhao shook his head silently. Although neither of them practiced martial arts, they knew Fang Zheng's combat power was absurdly unreasonable.
Even professional boxers wouldn't stand a chance in front of him.
Then he asked:
"What has Fang Zheng been busy with lately?"
"Boss Fang's company has just moved into Wenchang Mansion, and two storefronts are about to open. One of them is located on the comrcial street," Qian Xiao said.
"Boss Fang's financial situation is better than expected."
"Hmm."
Mr. Zhao nodded:
"When the storefront opens, rember to send a gift on my behalf."
"Yes."
Qian Xiao answered and jotted it down.
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Hongyun.
If you want to be rich, build roads first.
This is true for a place, and it's the sa for a company.
The Fuhong Group has grown into a giant, and its logistics subsidiary, Hongyun, has been greatly ritorious, with over a thousand drivers considered key assets.
In previous years.
Even when the Fuhong Group began to decline, Hongyun's drivers were still an enviable profession, but tis have changed.
Now, with restructuring imminent.
These people, these families have to face significant changes in their living conditions.
Conflict,
is ready to erupt.
"Why?"
A shout rang out:
"I've driven for Hongyun for nearly thirty years, won two model worker awards, and served as the leader of Group Seven. Now I'm being dismissed like this?"
"The company was sold for money, why aren't we getting a share?"
"Exactly!"
"The company's success is thanks to us, but now money is made from its sale, and we're left out... this isn't right!"
"..."
"Ladies and gentlen." On the high platform, a middle-aged man in a suit raised both hands and shouted loudly:
"I know the effort you've put into Hongyun, but when the company was doing well, it never treated you poorly. Now that business is bad, whose responsibility is it?"
"It's certainly not our fault!"
"Exactly!"
"Longgang got millions in severance pay, yet we are denied any compensation. Does your Datong Group plan to freeload?"
...
"Datong isn't planning to freeload." The middle-aged man shouted:
"It's your Hongyun that owes over a billion in debts externally. That money could more than buy your company."
"Ladies and gentlen."
He lowered his voice:
"Currently, the main issue is sorting out the company's finances to find out what exactly happened over these years and why there's so much debt."
"Once the assets are restructured, Datong will not shortchange any employee."
"And I can promise you here, as long as you et the conditions, after Datong takes over Hongyun, you can still stay with the company with the sa benefits."
"Easier said than done, you just want to drive us out." soone shouted:
"This isn't a private company; Hongyun was built brick by brick by us. No one can take it from our hands."
"Charge!"
"Drive them out!"
"Go!"
The crowd's emotions, already taut, erupted instantly with provocation, and a group of people roared as they charged toward the high platform.
The security personnel were almost entirely ineffective, imdiately overwheld by the crowd, and President Zhu from Datong was also surrounded by the crowd.
"Hit them!"
"Beat them hard!"
"No one can drive us out of Hongyun."
"Right!"
The crowd shouted as so moved forward swinging their fists and kicking.
Su Weijun stood among the crowd, doing nothing to stop the situation; he knew these people needed to vent, to release their inner fear.
They're scared,
Scared of how to live after losing their jobs.
So joined Hongyun from the start; others have spent half their lives there. If they leave Hongyun, they don't know how to survive.
Let's fight!
Let's fight!
Drive away all those who want to seize Hongyun, then take over by ans of an election. That's the optimal choice.
As for the debts…
No one else knows, but he's clear; so don't even need to be repaid!
"Ah!"
"Stop fighting!"
"Stop, or soone will get killed!"
Soone in the crowd shouted. At so point, President Zhu had fallen to the ground, being trampled under countless feet, only able to wail in agony.
This isn't right!
Su Weijun's eyes flickered.
Even though the Zhu family surna belongs to Datong's chief executive, how co the core figure of the Hongyun restructuring has so little security today?
The Public Security Bureau…
"Pan Zi!"
His expression changed, as he shouted forcefully:
"Tell them to stop!"
Pan Zi in the crowd turned his head at the call, straining to hear Su Weijun's roar, and quickly squeezed inside.
"Stop!"
"Stop, first stop!"
He yelled as he parted the crowd, and when the crowd finally dispersed, the scene before him made his eyelids twitch involuntarily; he even instinctively took a step back.
Dead?
In just a few monts, the one with the surna Zhu was seriously beaten to death on the spot!
"Who did it?"
Su Weijun scread, his face twisted and terrifying, no longer the gentleman he usually was:
"Who the hell did it?"
The crowd looked at each other, none daring to speak.
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"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
"..."
In the empty warehouse, Su Weijun's face was gloomy as he made several calls, all without response.
Until…
"Hello!"
The phone finally connected, and Su Weijun spoke muffled:
"Old Huang, today's incident has nothing to do with ."
"It doesn't matter if you say it or I say it; soone else will decide," Old Huang's calm voice ca on:
"Inciting unrest, assault leading to death, these can't just be dismissed, especially when the dead holds significant weight."
"Soone is purposely framing us!"
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