Repeated again and again.
This left Sun Hongbo completely stunned on the spot.
He knew his son had gotten into trouble.
Moreover, this is no small matter!
He immediately put on a smile: "Mr. Wang, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Wang Shouren sized up Sun Hongbo, his eyes narrowing slightly: "A misunderstanding? You took out a pistol and shot my deputy factory director dead. Is that a misunderstanding? If it wasn't a misunderstanding, were you planning to use the army to raze my industrial park to the ground?"
Sun Hongbo's face turned green when he heard this.
Good heavens!
Treason!
He even took a pistol and went to harass other people's factories.
"Hey, Lao Wang, Lao Wang..." Just then, another person came out of the department. The smiling man was none other than the department head.
Sun Hongbo was startled.
To be honest, he didn't know much about the situation inside Beijing.
Sun Hongbo wasn't particularly perceptive; he'd reached his current position entirely through hard work—he was the technical type. But seeing his boss smiling and speaking to Wang Shouren like that, he sensed something was wrong.
Logically speaking, no matter what, since they've come to his doorstep to cause trouble, it's not a good look, and as the leader, he should have stopped Wang Shouren.
And this kind of restraint comes in many forms.
For example, a superior's restraint on a subordinate.
To prevent conflict between peers.
There are also subordinates pleading with their superiors.
These three attitudes.
Normally, a factory director, at best, is a department-level official, not at their level. But their superiors are behaving like this, as if they're exchanging pleasantries with peers. "Easy to talk things out," what does this mean?
"Ha, Lao Yan, after all these years, your eye for talent is still as bad as ever," Wang Shouren said with a forced smile.
Yan Buqi is over 60 years old this year, and by all accounts, Wang Shouren should call him "uncle." However, as explained earlier, Wang Shouren's seniority system in Beijing is quite unique. Therefore, calling Yan Buqi "Old Yan" is not a big deal.
"Tsk, come on, come inside with me. I'll treat you to a cup of tea and tell your men to stop causing trouble. It won't look good if things get out of hand. Okay, that's settled then. This is your sister-in-law, right? Please help her out and give her some face..."
Qin Jingru waved awkwardly to the people behind her. She really felt bad that a man in his sixties was pleading with her like this.
Moreover, Wang Shouren didn't intend to make a big fuss; it was pointless to make such a gesture. Tomorrow's newspaper headlines will all be about this guy surnamed Sun.
From beginning to end, Wang Shouren did not say another word to Sun Hongbo, and went inside with Lao Yan.
Sun Hongbo watched the departing figure without speaking, his lips trembling slightly, his face drained of color. He knew he was doomed. His own son, who had been welcomed into the leadership's residence, had actually threatened someone with a gun. He didn't know, nor did he understand, the extent of the problems involved. He only knew one thing: his son was finished.
Upon entering Lao Yan's office, Lao Yan opened the window. The office's decor was almost identical to Li Weiguo's, clearly indicating that it was decorated by the same group of people.
Old Yan took a deep breath, then sighed, "What's wrong with us today?"
"I reckon you'll get a call demanding an explanation soon," Wang Shouren said, glancing at the phone on his desk.
Sure enough, the phone rang the very next second after he finished speaking.
Old Yan answered the phone with a somewhat helpless expression.
A series of faint roars came from the other end of the phone.
"Yes...yes, I know, I understand. Please rest assured, leader, I will definitely resolve and..." At this point, Lao Yan's confidence faltered a bit: "...to comfort the injured people."
Needless to say, both of them knew who this injured person was referring to.
After Lao Yan hung up the phone, Wang Shouren said, "Lao Yan, your department is quite good at making things difficult for people. Ha, that's why I say you're getting old, you can't see people clearly anymore."
Old Yan paused for a moment, then realized what was happening. He nodded, took out two packs of cigarettes from the drawer, tossed them to Wang Shouren, and said listlessly, "Alright, consider this an apology. Go back, I'll handle it."
"Alright." Wang Shouren didn't waste any more words and led Qin Jingru outside.
At this moment, there are still people gathered outside, asking what happened.
"Why are you all speaking in such a secretive tone? What does that mean? Why is Old Yan suddenly so uninterested?" Qin Jingru asked curiously.
"You don't really think that Sun Hongbo's affair was something his son caused himself, do you?"
"Otherwise what?" Qin Jingru asked.
"Heh." Wang Shouren sneered, "His good-for-nothing son can actually set up an underground factory that assembles motorcycles himself? That's just nonsense."
Currently in China, anyone capable of assembling a motorcycle from spare parts is either a time traveler or someone working in the technical department of an industrial ministry or factory. They wouldn't be wandering the streets.
Wang Shouren also knew a little about Sun Hongbo.
The reason they brought in from outside was that the higher-ups felt the people Lao Yan recommended weren't up to par. They sent Sun Hongbo to give it a try.
When an outsider suddenly arrives, naturally some people will try to trip him up. Just because someone can't trip him up doesn't mean those around him can't. And so, Sun Hongbo's unreliable son became the starting point.
Wang Shouren didn't know who had bewitched his son into this state. He only knew that it was Sun Hongbo's son who had broken into his territory, grabbed a gun, and shot his deputy factory director. Putting everything else aside, if this matter wasn't handled properly, and there was no explanation, the entire city of Beijing would know that Wang Shouren was a pushover. Then, his automobile factory would become a piece of easy prey.
"So, he was used as a pawn?" Qin Jingru asked warily.
“No, it’s others who are using us as pawns,” Wang Shouren sighed.
Sun Hongbo clearly understood the problem with this matter. In his office, he immediately made a phone call to inquire where his child had gone.
Before he could even make the call, Yan Buqi summoned him to his office.
"Boss, about this matter..." Sun Hongbo was so anxious that asking the boss directly was the best course of action.
"Your son, armed with a pistol, went to someone's factory and threatened the deputy factory manager. That's bad enough, but he also drilled a hole in the deputy factory manager's arm." Yan Buqi paused here, then looked up at Sun Hongbo: "This matter is not going to end well..."
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