Wan Feng himself had no intention of looking for anyone. If the other party could have a good talk, he would be willing to give the other party a million or eight hundred thousand to resolve the matter.
But perhaps the other party was used to being domineering in Bohai, and did not even give me a chance to say a complete word.
He was determined not to give up that place.
As a scientific research center, no mess is allowed around it. In the end, even cars were not allowed to leave and silence was maintained.
Besides, radar research will be conducted there in the future, and no outsiders are allowed to approach.
He planned to build a residential area and a park on the hill for the center's employees, and possibly build a factory at the northernmost end, away from the research center and close to the national highway.
Although the development zone government could help him solve the problem if he stepped forward, he felt it was embarrassing enough to go to the government for such a trivial matter.
But today I met someone who eats raw rice and won’t take salt water.
Do you think he can fight the opponent here?
Even if he was beaten, he was not afraid of the other party. Even though Luo Sanlu brought more than 20 people with him, these 20 people were not enough for Han Guangjia and He Youliang to deal with.
But can you fight?
There is a commotion here. If word gets out that Boss Wan is causing trouble in Bohai and starting a fight with the Black Shooting Society, will that sound good or look bad?
He couldn't take action, and the other party wouldn't listen to him, so he could only find someone Luo Sanlu could listen to.
"Director Jiao! The social environment in Bohai is truly terrible. I'm trying to build a research center in Nanzui, and yet someone comes to disrupt things? There's a guy called Luo who's acting so aggressively. I suspect they're from the Black Shooting Society. They might be carrying weapons. Would a country like ours allow an organization like the Black Shooting Society to exist?"
"Is there a Black Shooting Society? Boss Wan! Where are you now? I'll bring people over right away."
Wan Feng turned around and asked, "What is this place?"
"Baisha Hotel, No. XX, XX Road, Shakou District." Zhang Xian replied.
Wan Feng repeated the address.
Then he put away the phone and looked at Luo Sanlu who was a little dumbfounded.
Luo Sanlu was dumbfounded because he knew who Wan Feng was calling. There was only one director of the Bohai Public Security Bureau named Jiao, so how could he not know him?
What made him dumbfounded was that Wan Feng directly put the hat of the Black Shooting Society on his head, although they were indeed a member of the Black Shooting Society.
"Can't you talk properly? I found someone who can talk to you properly. I want to see how much urine you have in your stomach."
"What a fuss! Do you think I'll fall for your tricks? Come on, brothers!!"
Luo Sanlu slammed his big hand on the table.
He is the kind of person who would rather be beaten to death than be scared to death, so how could he be fooled by a phone call?
But before his men could make a move, they saw a flash of a knife, and a fruit knife flew from somewhere and stabbed into the index and middle fingers of the hand that Luo Sanlu used to slap the table.
Luo Sanlu's body stiffened.
This was not over yet. There was another flash of light, and three more flying knives came flying. Luo Sanlu sewed one between each of his four fingers.
"Boss Luo! Don't be afraid! My brother's brain isn't very good, so he likes to play with fruit knives. Let me be clear, a fruit knife isn't a weapon. He usually hits the target with the first four he throws, but the fifth one sometimes misses, and there's no telling where it might go. If it hits a wall, the consequences aren't serious, but if it hits the head... I doubt a small fruit knife would kill someone. Boss Luo, would you like to try?"
Luo Sanlu cursed in his heart: Try your sister! Why don’t you try it yourself?
"Tell your men not to move. If they move, my brother's head will go into a frenzy and there's no telling how many fruit knives will fly out. If he gets too excited and misses the knife, there's even a chance he'll have to hold his head in his hands."
"Don't move! Hehe! Brother has..." Luo Sanlu put on a smile.
"Who are you calling brother? I don't know you, and I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. When the police come, you can have a good talk with them. If you have any dealings with the police, maybe nothing will happen. Don't be afraid. Tell your men to be quiet and keep an eye on them."
Wan Feng stood up, turned around and walked out of the house. Yang Jianguo followed Wan Feng out.
This time the police arrived very quickly. In more than ten minutes, three or four police cars arrived outside the Baisha Hotel.
Wan Feng was already waiting outside the hotel.
As soon as Jiao Yong came down from the police station, he saw a young man standing on the steps of the hotel entrance. He looked vaguely familiar.
Wan Feng was not very familiar with Jiao Yong, as they had only met once, but he could tell who was Jiao Yong by looking at their demeanor.
Wan Feng walked down the steps and shook hands with Jiao Yong: "Director Jiao! Hello."
"Boss Wan! What happened?"
Wan Feng whispered to Jiao Yong, "Director Jiao! I'm looking to buy a piece of land in Nanzui, and it's completely legal and going through government procedures. But there's this guy named Luo Sanlu in Shakou who's causing trouble. I made an appointment with him today to have a good talk. If it doesn't work out, I'll give him some money and let this go. But this guy doesn't recognize good from bad and is completely unreasonable. He's a complete orphan. I don't think he should be out there in the world. Whoever protects him will be in trouble."
Wan Feng simply doesn't believe that a gang with the nature of a gang has no umbrella of protection behind it.
However, you must be discerning when acting as a protector. You cannot provide protection just because someone is rich.
To be a smart umbrella, you have to choose the person you want to protect with high emotional intelligence. If anyone provides protection for a person like Luo Sanlu, you will be in trouble.
Jiao Yong naturally understood the meaning of Wan Feng's words.
On his way here, he took a few minutes to visit the Municipal Party Committee to learn about the Nanwan Group. When he heard that this was the largest taxpayer in Bohai, he realized that the profits and taxes they paid actually exceeded those of large ships and newly built ships.
Moreover, the Nanwan Group has close ties with the military. Although the local government and the military are two systems and have no relationship with each other, who would have the time to offend people from that system?
"Mr. Wan means..."
"It is the responsibility of every citizen and police officer to eradicate evil, promote good, and create a good environment for the public."
It is not difficult to collect evidence of a person like Luo Sanlu's crimes. I dare not say that there is a murder involved, but it is no problem to find something to feed him to eat for a few years.
Wan Feng didn't intend to kill anyone, but it was necessary to let him go in and eat steamed buns for a few years to sober up.
By the time the police entered the room, the fruit knives had disappeared.
When Luo Sanlu saw that Jiao Yong had really come, he became a little panicked.
"Director Jiao..."
"Someone has complained that you and a group of people are threatening and intimidating, and you're carrying weapons. If you have anything to say, we'll talk at the police station. Take them all back!"
The police came in and took Luo Sanlu and his men out.
Han Meng followed him to the police station to take a statement.
"Director Jiao! When you go on a business trip to Hongya, don't forget to visit Nanwan Group. I'll treat you to a drink."
"Of course!"
Jiao Yong and Wan Feng shook hands, then got into the car and left.
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