"I'm listening. How's Kui Datou doing?" Wang Shouren suppressed his surprise and asked.
"It's alright. The deputy factory director was hit in the arm, but it's not a big problem. He's been taken to the hospital now."
Hearing this, Wang Shouren finally felt relieved, but then a wave of fear and anger washed over him. Suppressing his rage, he said, "Summon the head of security to see me! Now! Immediately! Right now!"
Immediately afterwards, the entire office building heard Wang Shouren's roar.
According to the explanation given by the security department.
Wang Shouren finally learned what had happened.
It was simply that Sun Zhicheng was angered by his act of reporting, so he took a weapon and went to his door to reason with him.
In the end, the receptionist greeted him, knew he was there to discuss business, and introduced him to Kui Datou.
The main reason is that this guy looks respectable, and the company has been expanding recently, so it's normal for him to have business. These days, there's no such thing as a phone appointment. It's all done in person; the security guard checks your work ID and letter of introduction, and then lets you in.
As for Sun Zhicheng, he has never lacked such things; the Master would always arrange them for him.
Everyone assumed they were there to discuss business, so they just handed them over to Kui Datou.
Then Kui Datou suffered a terrible blow. He never expected that, after composing himself, he would put on a smile that met societal expectations, and then go to greet this man surnamed Sun. He had barely sat down, before he even began to speak, when Sun pulled out a gun and pointed it at his forehead, telling him not to investigate the logistics department's affairs. He had no say in that matter.
If he doesn't behave, next time I come, this bullet will go straight through his skull.
Kui Datou's head was buzzing.
I haven't seen such a headstrong young man in years.
But he didn't care. This kind of hothead was, frankly, brainless. He could just say a few nice words to get rid of him, and then do whatever he wanted with him.
Between 1966 and 1976, he was a powerful figure in the underworld. To be honest, he wasn't afraid of established figures, but rather of brainless rookies who were truly ruthless. So, after saying a few conciliatory words, Sun Zhicheng felt it was enough and considered putting away his pistol to leave. But then he realized something was amiss.
He felt that if he continued to threaten in this way, it was too soft.
So he shot Kui Datou in the left hand, saying, "I'll teach you a lesson." Then he turned and walked away nonchalantly.
Whether or not he'd be taught a lesson, Kui Datou didn't know. The moment he was hit, he knew the thing was probably going to kill him. Enduring the pain, he first stopped the bleeding, then dialed the phone. Before he could even make the call, the alarm went off.
At the hospital.
Wang Shouren brought Qin Jingru into the hospital, where they saw Kui Datou biting a piece of cloth with a ferocious expression, while the doctor silently removed the bullet. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Wang Shouren was stunned by what he saw.
"No, this thing doesn't require surgery?" Wang Shouren was taken aback.
"It's just a small bullet hole, what's the point of surgery? Just treat it and let him rest at home." The old doctor who treated Kui Datou glanced at Wang Shouren, instructed his men to apply the necessary medicine, and then left.
Goodness...
Wang Shouren had never seen anyone treat gunshot wounds so quickly and decisively. Most importantly, this guy didn't use anesthesia.
Her lips turned white.
"No, Big Head, is something wrong with you? Why aren't you using anesthesia for this kind of injury?" Wang Shouren was completely taken aback.
Actually, you can't really blame the doctors. In hospitals back in 1985, many doctors had just returned from the battlefield. Treating gunshot wounds from small handguns was child's play for them. If there were no aftereffects and no major nerves or arteries were damaged, then there wasn't a big problem. A little treatment and they could be discharged.
Of course, they still showed a certain degree of respect to guys like Kui Datou who didn't ask for anesthesia.
Kui Datou was so tired that he didn't want to talk anymore. He just glanced at Wang Shouren and then closed his eyes.
"Alright, let's go and deal with things outside first." Qin Jingru didn't understand what Kui Datou was thinking either.
"Alright, let's go then."
This matter, well, it can be described as either a big deal or a small one.
But if someone takes a gun and enters Wang Shouren's territory, and even injures one of Wang Shouren's men, Wang Shouren naturally cannot pretend not to see it.
“Call the bank manager and tell him to withdraw the money.” Wang Shouren’s eyes narrowed slightly.
How much?
"One hundred million."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Without saying a word, Qin Jingru went to borrow a phone and made the call.
On the other side.
Sun Hongbo was currently overwhelmed by the documents on his desk. There were countless reforms and opening-up events happening across the country, and no matter which department he was in, he inevitably had to deal with these kinds of things. Moreover, his life hadn't been easy since his military service ended. He had to compete for the position, and people at his level had been struggling in this department for quite some time. If it weren't for his truly significant contributions this time, he wouldn't have had a chance.
He knew that parachuting in like this was somewhat taboo, but there was no other way; sometimes you just have to take a gamble to see the outcome.
Therefore, he worked very hard to adapt to the work pace and environment here.
However, at this moment, his rival walked in cheerfully: "Old Sun, you did a great job! You even managed to get sponsorship for our department, a hundred million yuan! If you had told me you had this ability, I would have given you the position at the top. You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
They talked a good game, and managed to secure sponsorships totaling 100 million yuan.
But the underlying message made him uneasy.
Seeking sponsorship?
His department doesn't need this kind of thing. It's like the Ministry of Industry; someone said they wanted to donate a hundred million to it, but do you think they'd accept it? Do they need your little bit of money?
But if this money is targeted at an individual, then things will get complicated.
Who wants to mess with him?
He dropped what he was doing and immediately ran out.
As soon as he stepped outside, he felt his blood rushing to his head. He saw a man holding a megaphone, shouting: "Mr. Sun Hongbo's son, Sun Zhicheng, came to our Dayun Automobile Factory today with weapons to inform us that we are not allowed to buy or sell motorcycles and cars. We are afraid that one day Mr. Sun Zhicheng will shoot us dead. Today, we are making a statement to everyone by providing Mr. Sun Hongbo with a deposit of 100 million yuan. We beg Mr. Sun Hongbo to stop making things difficult for our Dayun Automobile Factory..."
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