Since escaping from Greentown last year, Song Zhijun has been fleeing all the way south.
I came to Guangzhou for the first time a month ago, and after much consideration, I decided that Guangzhou was the most reassuring place.
Half of the money defrauded from the bank was taken away by a taxi driver.
This made Song Zhijun very angry.
But saving your life comes first.
It would be best if I had the chance to take out that taxi driver.
The curse made Zhao Xiaohai sneeze.
After leaving Guangzhou Railway Station, Song Zhijun felt free.
This period coincided with the surge of reform and opening up, and society seemed very vibrant.
The emergence of business opportunities not only brought in investment, but also criminals from all over the country.
In Guangzhou, they are mainly small teams, and there are several large organizations entrenched in prosperous areas, including the "Northeast Tiger Gang", "Xinjiang Gang", "Chaoshan Gang" and so on. They are all criminals from all over the country, mainly engaged in cross-provincial fraud.
The most troublesome among them is the Northeast Tiger Gang.
It is a general term for more than a dozen gangs, and the gang relationships within them are complicated.
A few months later, the Tiger Gang got a new leader, Song Zhijun.
He is rich, smart, and ruthless.
Born to be the boss.
Song Zhijun's "Tiger Gang" is the most hated and mysterious gang.
Under the pretext of investment, Song Zhijun sometimes acted as the president of Tianjin Export Company and sometimes as the section chief of Liaoning Export Trading Company. He cheated everywhere in Guangzhou and committed all kinds of evil.
In early 1986, Song Zhijun was ready to make a big move, and he set his sights on the chairman of the Northern Oilfield Trade Union who came to Guangzhou to buy a TV.
He asked his accomplice to contact a home appliance market in Shenzhen under the name of the chairman of the Tianjin Disabled Persons' Federation, saying that he wanted to order 200 televisions at a price of 2,900 yuan each.
Afterwards, Song Zhijun began to contact the chairman of the oil field union, saying that he was willing to sell him the 200 TVs he had ordered for 2,500 yuan. The only requirement was that he needed to exchange them for 200 tons of paraffin wax and the transaction had to be at a fair price.
The union chairman agreed immediately. This time, he came with money for televisions from two hundred oilfield workers, with each worker contributing 3,000 yuan.
If I could buy a TV for 2,500 yuan, not only would my mission to Guangzhou be successfully completed, but I would also be able to save 100,000 yuan in my wallet.
Song Zhijun's two hundred tons of paraffin can be dragged slowly.
The union chairman who wanted to take advantage has fallen into Song Zhijun's trap. All of this was arranged in advance by Song Zhijun. What he really wanted was not paraffin, but hundreds of thousands of cash from the union chairman.
After the two men agreed, the union chairman sent someone to Guangzhou with the money. Song Zhijun waited for the money to arrive, and he was ready to close the loop. The union chairman checked into the Guangzhou Baiyun Hotel, which Song Zhijun had booked. Song Zhijun said he wanted to treat the union chairman to a meal and asked him to put the money away. He then locked the door and planned to go to Shenzhen to pick up the TV after dinner.
After arriving in Shenzhen, the union chairman opened the box and was completely dumbfounded. There was only money on the top layer of the box, and the bottom layer was full of old books and newspapers. Hundreds of thousands of yuan were missing.
How could a box of money become waste paper?
It turned out that after the union chairman and Song Zhijun left, Song Zhijun's accomplices had already entered the room and replaced everything below with waste paper except for the stack of money on top.
Three days later, Song Zhijun escaped. After dividing the stolen money with his accomplices, he asked his men to hide. Some of them went to Hainan, and he changed his identity and name and went to the Northeast.
He knew the union president would file a report soon and the police would get involved.
This operation made several core members of the gang admire him very much.
They all became loyal fans of Song Zhijun.
Seeing that people were willing to help, Song Zhijun decided to lead the team to do something big.
Only by continuously distributing money can we ensure high morale of the team.
At the beginning of February in 1986, a heavy snowfall turned Jinzhou into a white world in an instant. The winding Daling River lay like a frozen python across the flat land of Jin County. On the east bank of the Daling River, on the boundless snowfield, the towering stone mountains were also covered in silver, looking particularly enchanting.
The cold wind after the snow suddenly became biting.
After a heavy snowfall, the bustling and bustling Shishan Station suddenly became deserted and desolate. The streets were deserted with few people and pedestrians. Only a few passengers got on and off the trains, coming and going in a hurry. Shishan Station looked extremely cold, desolate and mysterious in the days when the station was blocked by severe cold and heavy snow.
On the evening of February 27, a red taxi suddenly drove in from Jinzhou and stopped at the Shishan Bus Transfer Station. Three people got out of the car. The first one to get off was Song Zhijun. He was wearing a brown wool and linen top, army blue pants, and Jiangnan high-pressure cotton leather shoes. He had a pair of beautiful fur gloves on his hands, long hair on his bare head, and a sly smile on his face.
The next person to get off the bus was a young man carrying a brown leather bag and wearing photochromic glasses. He looked to be about 30 years old. His name was Wang Deyin, a farmer from Zuogezhuang, Wen'an County, Hebei Province.
Following closely behind Wang Deyin was Zhang Zhaolong, a man in his forties who was Wang Deyin's uncle.
Song Zhijun led Wang and Zhang into the Zuixianju Restaurant and sat them in front of the restaurant's fireplace in a proud manner.
The restaurant owner, Hou Guoren, came forward, smiled, and said, "What would you like to eat, my three guests?"
Song Zhijun grabbed the menu from the table, glanced at the boss, and said, "Do you have hot pot?"
"Yes, we have three fresh delicacies and seafood. Which one would you like?" When the restaurant owner heard that he wanted to eat hot pot, he immediately felt that this was a wealthy customer. His eyes narrowed with joy and he poked the stove flatteringly. The red fire filled the restaurant with warmth. Boss Hou said sweetly, "Would you like a few more dishes?"
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