Mr. Xie hit someone!
Zhong Yong quickly jumped out of the car and tried to stop the fight, but suddenly realized that Xie Jinghu's assistant didn't move.
well?
Then why am I running so fast?!
I ate too much on the plane, and my stomach felt a little shaky when I ran.
Zhong Yong took two steps back and let Xie Jinghu's assistant run ahead.
"Quick, hurry up and pull your Mr. Xie."
Zhong Yong pronounced the word "your home" with a particularly strong emphasis.
The assistant was still slow.
Zhong Yong saw that this person was taking Xie Jinghu's salary and was on Xie Jinghu's side. He wanted Xie Jinghu to beat up Song Foxiang to vent his anger, right?
Well, then you don't have to worry.
If it's just a fight, what's there to be afraid of? Mr. Xie has the money to compensate him anyway.
Xie Jinghu used to fight often when he was young, but he is no longer young now. Mr. Xie now lives a life of luxury and has not fought with anyone for a long time, so his boxing and kicking skills have become much less skilled.
Song Foxiang was hit because he was not on guard. After being hit by several punches from Xie Jinghu, Editor-in-Chief Song also started to fight back.
Chief Editor Song is not as tall as Xie Jinghu, but his fighting style is like that of a woman throwing a tantrum. If he can't hit with fists, he will use his hands, feet and mouth, tearing, biting and scolding. Chief Editor Song is good at everything!
With this kind of fighting style, Editor-in-Chief Song doesn't even need to stand up; he can fight back while lying on the ground.
By the time Xie Jinghu's assistant saw that something was wrong and rushed over to separate the two, President Xie had already been hit by an extremely vicious "kick to the crotch" from Editor-in-Chief Song - President Xie covered his crotch and fell beside Song Foxiang.
Song Foxiang was held down by Xie Jinghu's assistant and could not launch a second attack. He could only curse angrily:
"Xiao Zou actually married a man with no manners like you, bah! Let me go now, two against one, what kind of man are you!"
This was at the entrance of Song Foxiang's unit. The editor-in-chief of the magazine was beaten, and several security guards rushed over to help.
"Editor-in-Chief Song, are you okay?"
"Who are you all? How dare you take action here?"
The assistant didn't dare to suppress Song Foxiang anymore, but let go to protect Xie Jinghu.
Song Foxiang was pulled up from the ground by the security guard, and the first thing he did was to tidy up his hair with his hands.
It’s a pity that the dirty marks on the white clothes cannot be wiped off.
Editor-in-Chief Song, who always cares about his image, rarely sees himself in such an embarrassing state. He is furious and wants to kick Xie Jinghu twice more.
Zhong Yong never expected such a wonderful development.
Mr. Xie... can't you even win a fight?!
Could it be that the leader asked me to follow him not to stop Mr. Xie, but to protect him?
Zhong Yong felt that he had eaten a little too much on the plane meal this morning. Xie Jinghu was still curled up on the ground. Zhong Yong suppressed his laughter and went to help him: "Mr. Xie, are you okay?"
Xie Jinghu pointed at Song Foxiang, his fingers trembling, and gritted his teeth: "...sooner or later, I will kill you!"
When Song Foxiang heard this, he was shocked. He didn't forget to threaten me even after losing the fight?
Song Foxiang is not an ordinary person. When facing his defeated opponent, Song Foxiang did not forgive him generously. Instead, he chose to suppress him to the end.
In front of Xie Jinghu, he took out his cell phone and called the police, shouting for the police to come and protect him!
Zhong Yong supported Xie Jinghu and was completely amused.
I never expected that Editor-in-Chief Song would be such a genius!
In Beijing, there are not many people who don't give face to Mr. Xie. But when he came to Chengdu, Mr. Xie had to go to the police station to resolve disputes.
Xie Jinghu was humiliated and struggled to get up from the ground. He shook off Zhong Yong's support and went back to the car.
Song Foxiang was worried that he couldn't find a reason to contact Zou Weijun.
It’s just right to go to the police station. Zou Weijun has to come and redeem her man.
The police were on their way. Song Foxiang wanted to call Zou Weijun, but Zhong Yong stopped him. "Mr. Song, I think the dispute between you and Mr. Xie is best kept between the two of you. Don't involve innocent people. What do you think, Mr. Song?"
Xie Jinghu is obviously a businessman, but Zhong Yong is not.
Zhong Yong had a smile on his face while speaking, and his tone was not harsh, but Song Foxiang felt that Zhong Yong was somewhat unfathomable.
"Who are you--"
"I'm just a nobody."
Zhong Yong still smiled. "I'm here to watch over Mr. Xie. I can't let him act impulsively. Of course, if Mr. Song acts inappropriately, I will stop him."
Who do you think you are to stop me?
Song Foxiang snorted, but ultimately failed to dial Zou Weijun's phone.
He was not afraid of Zhong Yong, he just didn't want to embarrass Xiao Zou!
Xie Jinghu was sitting in the back seat of the car. The place where he was kicked by Song Foxiang was still painful. Zhong Yong opened the door and came in, first asking Xie Jinghu if he needed to go to the hospital for a check-up.
Xie Jinghu's face turned pale, "No need!"
Zhong Yong saw Xie Jinghu take out his phone. After a moment's deliberation, he advised, "Mr. Xie, there's no need to make a big deal about this. This is Rongcheng after all."
If Mr. Xie wants to cause trouble, Zhong Yong doesn't care.
But this should not affect the reputation of the leader.
If two people had a fight, if Mr. Xie was willing, he could just say a few soft words and it would be over.
However, it is impossible to persuade Mr. Xie with his temper, so the only option is to go to the police station for mediation... There is no need to alarm more people with such a dispute, it is really too embarrassing!
Of course, if Mr. Xie is not afraid of being embarrassed, Zhong Yong can still help notify the Jiang family.
Xie Jinghu looked at Zhong Yong with a gloomy look, but Zhong Yong did not give in at all.
"Mr. Xie, our country is a society ruled by law."
——Who made you hit someone impulsively?
I fought but didn't win.
In less than five minutes, the police arrived. Song Foxiang's injuries were all on his face, while Xie Jinghu's injuries were in the dark. Although Xie Jinghu's haute couture suit was also wrinkled, Song Foxiang looked more embarrassed.
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