Donghui Market Management Office.
A short, fat middle-aged man sat in the office, eating peanuts and drinking.
A Japanese love action movie was playing on the computer screen in front of me.
"This girl has a great body!" The short and fat man laughed lewdly from time to time, feeling very comfortable.
At this moment, the office door was roughly pushed open and a man who looked like a cleaner ran in.
"Old Liu, what's wrong with you? Can you just walk into my office? If you don't even knock on the door, I'll deduct 500 yuan from your salary this month." The middle-aged man hurriedly paused the movie and cursed.
Cleaner Lao Liu looked aggrieved, but he still said, "Oh no, Manager Bao, your brother-in-law was beaten at the market entrance."
"What? Who has the guts to come here and beat people up? Where are the others? Where did they go?" Bao Bichang, known as Manager Bao, suddenly stood up from his chair and asked.
"All the members of the management team went there, but it was useless. They were all beaten down." Old Liu continued.
When Bao Pichang heard this, his heart skipped a beat.
So many people went there and were beaten down. Wouldn’t it be courting death if I went there myself?
By the way, call Director Yao.
Bao Bichang seemed to remember something and immediately took out his cell phone.
It’s not like there were no people causing trouble at the farmers’ market in the past. Those exploited market vendors once united to resist, but in the end they were all dealt with by him.
The method used to settle the matter was very rough and simple. First, Ma Lei and his gang beat up the vendors, and then Director Yao led a team to arrest them.
Of course, those who were arrested were not Ma Lei and his men, but the vendors who were causing trouble.
Just accuse them of provoking trouble, lock them up for a few days and they will all behave themselves.
Otherwise, why does he pay so much money to Director Yao every year? Isn’t it just to support him at such a critical moment?
"Brother Yao, it's me, Xiao Bao. Are you free now?" Bao Pichang said to the phone with a nod and a bow.
"Oh, it's Xiaobao. Is there anything wrong?" A voice full of leadership came from the other end of the phone.
"It's not a big deal, actually. A group of people came to our farmers' market today to cause trouble. Not only did they injure our staff, they also extorted 500,000 yuan from us, threatening to come and cause trouble every day. Now the group of people are blocking the main gate and not letting any vehicles in or out. I really have no other choice, so I called you." Bao Bichang spoke without hesitation, and he spoke with great confidence.
"Hmph! This is totally lawless. Just wait, I'll lead the team there right away." Director Yao said angrily on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, okay. Thank you for your hard work." Bao Bichang hung up the phone with a sinister look on his face.
Dare you come to my place and cause trouble?
You will suffer later.
Five minutes later.
Bao Bichang had already followed Lao Liu to the gate of the farmers' market.
At this time, the more than 20 people were kneeling on the side of the road with bruised faces and noses. The weapons were all scattered on the ground. Niu Dapao and others were standing on the other side.
There were a lot of people gathered at the gate, including old men and women who came to buy vegetables, vendors from the farmers' market, and even the drivers of the taxis who had been there before did not leave and stayed to eat the melons.
Ma Lei was still being held by his fingers and kneeling in front of Mo Laishi.
When Ma Lei saw Bao Pichang, he immediately cried out, "Brother-in-law, save me!"
Bao Bichang walked closer and saw Ma Lei's miserable appearance.
Both sides of his face were swollen and several of his front teeth were missing. It was obvious that he had been slapped several times by the white-haired boy.
"What are you doing? Are you bandits? How dare you attack people in broad daylight?" Bao Bichang shouted sternly.
"You are the manager of the property management company, right? You came at the right time. I have something to give you." Mo Laishi took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to Bao Pichang.
Bao Pichang was a little confused, but still took the paper.
As he unfolded the paper, Mo Laishi's voice rang out: "Wanlong Asset Management Company has decided to dismiss your property management company, effective immediately. Please take these people out of Donghui Market immediately."
Just before Mo Laishi and the others came here, Yu Xinyue had asked her secretary to deliver the termination notice to Mo Laishi, and it was just the right time to take it out.
Bao Bichang showed an expression of disbelief when he heard this, and quickly lowered his head to look at the notice.
Sure enough, I found that what Morais had just said was written on it, and it was also stamped with the official seal of Wanlong Asset Management Company.
"Impossible! Our property management company has been managing here for several years and everything has been going well. How could they suddenly replace us?" Bao Bichang roared, as if he couldn't accept this reality.
Although Bao Bichang is just a property manager, he has made a lot of money at the farmers' market.
Relying on the "tributes" and "fines" from vendors, as well as the random charges from parking lots and transport teams, he bought three houses in Guangzhou.
Now that he was told that his source of income was suddenly cut off, he naturally wasn't happy.
"If you don't believe me, you can just call your head office and ask." Mo Laishi reminded him warmly.
"Yes, call." Bao Bichang woke up as if from a dream and quickly took out his cell phone.
But before he could make the call, he received a call from the general manager.
"Hello, Mr. Deng, Wanlong said they want to terminate the contract with us. What's going on? Is there any misunderstanding?" Bao Bichang asked repeatedly.
"Fuck you, Bao Bichang, this is all your fault." Mr. Deng's roar came from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Deng, please explain clearly. I didn't do anything." Bao Pi often complained.
"You still have the nerve to say you didn't do anything? If Wanlong hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known about the stupid things you've done over the years."
"You let your brother-in-law be the captain of the management team, exploiting vendors and charging exorbitant fees. You must have made a lot of money from it, right? I will send people to conduct an on-site investigation. If what is said is true, not only will you have to return all the money you have made over the years, you will also have to spend the rest of your life in jail." After Mr. Deng finished speaking, he hung up the phone angrily.
Bao Bichang's cell phone fell to the ground and his face turned pale.
I thought it was over, all over.
But when he turned around, deep hatred appeared in his eyes again.
If you don't want me to live, I won't let you have an easy time.
Just at this moment, three police cars drove over.
Several people in uniform got out of the car, led by Director Yao.
"What happened here? Who called the police?" Director Yao said pretentiously.
Whenever Bao Pi saw Director Yao, she would rush over to him as if she had seen her own father.
"Chief Yao, I was the one who called the police. This group of people caused trouble here and injured many people. You should take them back quickly." Bao Bichang pointed at Mo Laishi and others and complained first.
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