Sun Zhicheng grew angrier the more he thought about it.
After returning to his base, he took a pistol from his room and put it in his pocket. He then headed aggressively towards the Dayun Motorcycle Factory.
Before I even left the house, someone blocked my way.
"Boss, where do you want to go?" The newcomer was dressed in a rather peculiar robe; it was rare to see someone in such a dark robe in this era. Most people wore polyester tops and jeans. It was only in later generations that people started to pay attention to retro styles. The newcomer was only in his early twenties, with an average appearance, but his expression was quite calm.
"Master," Sun Zhicheng greeted him first, then said angrily, "I'm going to take down that motorcycle factory manager. Damn it, he can't take a joke, and he dares to complain to the authorities!"
The man addressed as "Master" paused slightly, then frowned: "This isn't a good idea. What happened?"
To be honest, Sun Zhicheng is a complete bum.
From a young age, his father worked in the army and didn't pay much attention to him. He mostly lived with his grandmother, and his mother spoiled him, which gradually made him unruly. He didn't learn much at the military academy; his biggest takeaway was fighting. As for being the boss, according to him, whoever had the biggest fist was the boss.
He loved reading novels like "The Three Heroes and Five Gallants".
And so, back in Beijing, it's the same old story.
But this Beijing wasn't his father's territory after all, and there were quite a few people in this area who dared to beat him up. Although they didn't dare to kill him, they still gave him a good beating.
To be honest, these kids from the compound, aside from anything else, their physical fitness is top-notch.
When they got into trouble as kids, their dads didn't lecture them. The milder cases were tied to trees and whipped, the more severe ones ended up in the hospital. Their resilience was truly remarkable.
He's no good at fighting, he can't beat people of the same level, and besides, he's an outsider, so it's normal that he can't outmaneuver the locals.
After thinking about it, he realized he had to go down to the grassroots level; after all, the higher-ups had said that he needed to integrate into the masses.
So he started thinking about those street thugs. What were the prerequisites for finding a street thug to be his boss?
The premise is that you don't have any money. As long as you have money, you can help them make money, or treat them to food and drinks, that's fine.
After going through all this trouble for a while, Sun Zhicheng felt something was wrong; he seemed to have been taken advantage of. Just when he was at his wit's end, the Master appeared.
It was a rainy night. He was all alone, having been beaten by his father and driven out of the house. He sat on the eaves, pondering how to proceed. Then, Mr. Da arrived, holding an umbrella.
From that day on, he felt that the Master had come specifically to help him.
Indeed, after the Master arrived, he gave him a lot of advice. How to make his underlings make money, how to develop the market, and so on, were all carried out in an orderly manner under the Master's arrangement.
From 1984 to Beijing, in just six months, he can now earn over 100,000 yuan a month, all thanks to Mr. Da.
He listened to what the Master said. He felt that he himself was a wise ruler who appeared only once in a century, and the Master was his Crouching Dragon.
"No, that's too impulsive," the old man said, shaking his head gently.
"I can't swallow this!"
"But what if you kill him? Killing someone isn't difficult; the real challenge is figuring out what to do with them afterward. The director of Dayun Automobile Factory is no ordinary person. If you really kill him, you'll be in too much trouble."
Sun Zhicheng was somewhat frustrated.
This is indeed a problem. Normally, the only trouble he encounters is local police causing them trouble. With his status, he could easily find a lackey to talk to and avoid much trouble. They might even give him special treatment. But this Factory Director Wang—if he were to kill him, he wouldn't come out unscathed.
"Then what should I do?"
“In that case, you should still go to their place, bring your weapons, but don’t actually fire them. Use them to intimidate them. We don’t want their factory, we just want the little bit of stuff they’ve leaked,” the man said confidently.
"But what if he goes back and complains to us again?"
"He wouldn't dare," the old man said decisively. "You went there with your weapons, does he have a death wish? Would he dare to complain? Besides, who are you? Would a mere factory manager like him dare to retaliate against you?"
After listening to what the master said and thinking about it, Sun Zhicheng realized that it was indeed true.
He nodded: "Okay, I'll go again tomorrow!"
the next day.
Wang Shouren was chatting with Qin Jingru in his office when suddenly he heard a loud "bang".
He paused for a moment, then immediately activated the alarm beside him.
The piercing alarm blared throughout the factory, and in that instant, the combat personnel hidden near the factory sprang into action.
Qin Jingru was startled: "Shouren, why are there still gunshots coming from our factory?"
"I don't know." Wang Shouren shook his head: "We'll just stay here, they'll handle it."
Wang Shouren's industrial park has many parts that need to be kept secret.
Thanks to Zhao Wuliang's involvement, the higher-ups gained a clearer understanding of patents. Moreover, the things they experimented with in their engine lab weren't just for engines; they could potentially be applied to all sorts of machinery. Therefore, generally speaking, the lab's security measures were handled directly by personnel sent from above.
His office building was built right next to the laboratory.
The purpose of building it this way is very simple: to take advantage of the laboratory's security.
It would also be convenient for him to occasionally go to the lab to chat with old man Zhuge, who was quite old but still liked to spend all his time in the lab. This worried him somewhat.
But to my utter surprise, gunshots rang out in my own office building today.
The phone rang shortly after the alarm went off.
"Hello? What happened?" Wang Shouren knew that this person had come to report to him.
"Factory manager, a man came in, saying he was here to discuss business. But as soon as he saw Deputy Factory Manager Kui, he immediately drew his gun and pointed it at him without saying a word."
Hearing this, Wang Shouren's heart clenched. Kui Datou was an old friend of his. He had been following him since 1966, for almost twenty years. He suddenly felt a little scared, afraid of hearing bad news from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, factory manager, are you listening?"
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