"Xiao Zhou, sit, just sit there."

In the special care unit of the central hospital, Wang Haiquan held a cigarette in his hand and pointed to the sofa.

Zhou Yongqi was not polite and sat down with a smile: "The groundbreaking ceremony has begun recently and it is going well. What's wrong with Uncle Wang asking me to come?"

Wang Haiquan's eyes changed so much that he finally sighed and said helplessly: "Xiao Zhou, since the contract has been signed, uncle still hopes that you will do your business as required. I heard that you have bought a batch of hollow bricks recently. Is this a matter?"

A look of panic flashed in Zhou Yongqi's eyes and he forced a smile: "Uncle Wang, I don't know where you heard such news? Rumors are pure rumors."

Wang Haiquan smiled and said, "Okay, rumor. Then why did my Feilong Group's technical inspection department say that a twenty-story building requires at least four centimeters of steel bars, why did you replace it with two centimeters?"

"Uh, Uncle Wang, where did you hear the news? There is absolutely nothing."

Wang Haiquan showed a helpless expression when he got on the pirate ship: "Oh, Xiao Zhou, uncle hopes you can do things according to the rules. Give uncle a face and build a conscience project."

Zhou Yongqi sneered disdainfully in his heart, scaring me, thinking that you were going to cause trouble for me, and thinking too much. Haha, even if you know that I cut corners, what if you can't do anything to me? The contract said that the construction should be carried out strictly in accordance with architecture, but there was no detailed regulation on how thick the steel bars were and what standard should the bricks be? As long as there was no regulations, you would have no tricks on me.

"Uncle Wang, don't worry, our Chengyun Group is definitely a conscientious enterprise in Yijiang Province. The property we built will not collapse for ten thousand years. After the budget of the Engineering Department, it can at least resist a magnitude ten earthquake."

If you want to brag about anything, even if Zhou Yongqi has no idea what the magnitude 10 earthquake is, if you can talk about it in a big way, you will never talk about it in a small way.

"Oh, you can feel relieved if you can say this. Uncle can't force you to ask for anything. I just hope you can give you a face." Wang Haiquan lowered his posture and said in a pleading tone.

Zhou Yongqi's heart swelled on the spot, and he wanted to laugh three times. What can you do if you are awesome in Feilong Group? Isn't it impossible for me now?

"Yeah, I will definitely do it. By the way, uncle, I still need to preside over the groundbreaking ceremony, so I..."

"You go and do it."

"Okay."

After leaving the hospital, Zhou Yongqi was so happy that he was about to float up. He opened up more than 10 million from the early materials. Who can do anything to me?

I was worried before that Feilong Group would cause trouble if I knew this. Now look at Wang Haiquan, any worries are superfluous. After all, what can he do if the contract is signed? Besides, will he dare to ask me to stop the project? As long as he dares, he will not think about doing it.

But Zhou Yongqi was a little confused. Why is Feilong Group not promoting investment promotion now? The entire Shapingba family is building a real estate project, just like a one-man show.

But the thoughts were just changed and they were left behind. No matter how much he had, I repaired the house and gave him money. It wasn't my business.

Looking at Passat driving away outside the window, Wang Haiquan sneered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Idiot. Your father has been through storms and waves in his life and has never done anything stupid. The only stupid thing is to give birth to you, a pig, haha. You have never let your father down. This time, you will cheat your whole family into the third prison."

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After school at noon, Zhang Jue received a call from Xu Maohai, and he was vague and said that he would come to the school gate.

Zhang Jue said hello to Wang Kangjian and the others and went out. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he saw Xu Maohai's car. He quickly opened the door and sat in: "Brother Xu? Is there anything wrong?"

Xu Maohai sighed: "There is a Hey Social Group in this city called Feilang Gang. Do you know?"

"Know."

"Yes, it's the gang that assassinated you last time."

"What's wrong?"

Xu Maohai's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "We have been attacking the Flying Wolf Gang, but this gang is extremely cunning. You know this when someone is behind you, but this group of bad guys usually do things without leaving any small tail. So over the years, we have installed many undercover agents in. This time..."

Zhang Jue said in a deep voice: "What's wrong this time?"

"Oh, in an abandoned factory, we found the body of our brother. We died miserably, and were cut twenty times, and the fatal injury was in the major artery. The major artery was not fatal. After preliminary identification by forensic doctors, it died of excessive bleeding."

Zhang Jue was a little chilled. He was so cruel. He cut more than twenty swords but did not die? The murderer was intentionally trying to torture him. The knife from the major artery did not want to give him some pleasure, but made him die tragically in the despair that was constantly bleeding.

Xu Maohai continued: "Actually, we are sure that this was done by the Feilang Gang, but the group of smashes cleaned the scene very cleanly, leaving no piece of paper behind."

‘Bang’

Speaking of the excitement, Xu Maohai directly clenched his fist and smashed it hard towards the steering wheel.

Zhang Jue nodded, and after a change of thought, he knew what Xu Maohai meant to come to find him. He said lightly: "Then take me to have a look."

A hint of joy flashed in Xu Maohai's eyes, and he quickly called the scene: "Hey, let everyone withdraw, and the forensic doctor withdraw. No one is left in the room."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Maohai kicked the accelerator and headed straight to the scene.

A dilapidated hut was covered with blood, and a dead body with wide eyes was lying on the ground, dying with her eyes open. The house had been blocked, with police everywhere, and there were onlookers in the distance. They pointed at the house one by one, their faces full of sighs.

A low-key Highlander drove to the scene, Xu Maohai extinguished the fire and said, "Xiao Zhang, go."

"I won't go down. You can just push the door open after you arrive. Remember to take a photo. Then seal the photo and don't let someone leak it. These evidences are useless now and will only be useful in the future."

Xu Maohai was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhang Jue deeply: "Okay, I understand."

"Get out of the way."

"Mr. Xu, you are here."

"Mr. Xu, what should I do now?"

As soon as Xu Maohai entered the realm circle, a group of policemen immediately surrounded him and said anxiously.

Xu Maohai asked, "The scene was not destroyed, right?"

"No, I just took a few photos first, and the forensic doctor just took a preliminary look. Nothing else moved."

Xu Maohai nodded, feeling a little nervous, not knowing what Xiao Zhang meant to let him in. He walked to the door, hesitated for a while, and then pushed open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he felt his scalp explode and his hair all stood up.

‘Bang’

He quickly closed the door again, glanced at a group of colleagues with strange and confusion, and kept breathing heavily. His legs were so scared that they were as soft as noodles, and they almost couldn't stand firm.

"Mr. Xu?"

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with you?"

Everyone asked with concern.

Xu Maohai took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and smiled and shook his head: "It's okay. OK, go in."

When Xu Maohai opened the door again, his expression became dull, but he was still scared. He looked at the corpse lying on the ground in the distance with fear, and felt that the whole room was filled with a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a scream came, and the female forensic doctor took a few steps back and sat on the ground in fear: "There are words on the ground, words of blood. There were obviously not yet!"

"What? Where...ah, there is really bloody words, when did it appear?"

"Why didn't it just now?"

Everyone talked for a while, then they turned to look at Xu Maohai together, feeling shocked and puzzled. What did Mr. Xu see when he opened the door just now?

ps: Xiaobao really feels tired... I wrote this book, but I just felt that the readers were not strong, but I didn't expect that it would be at this point... Alas. I suddenly lost my passion.

There are two reader groups, a total of more than 600 group members. This book has a total of 5,000 collections. I asked for Sanjiang tickets for two days, and there are only 27 tickets, a total of fifteen books, and I am the third last.

Among these twenty-seven votes, I voted for three of them myself. Seven of them were my author friends. I really couldn't stand it and voted for me... And my lovely readers, out of five thousand people, only voted for 17 votes... I was really tired. I felt like I lost the power to move forward in an instant. I was not compared to other books. I was actually defeated by myself and my readers...

Today I would like to talk nonsense and complain about the difficulty of this book. There are two readers in total, more than 600. Except for a few single-digit old hardcore fans, the rest of the tm is watching pirated versions. They chat about games in the group every day, and then scold me in the book review area of ​​the pirated reading software.

It's funny. I'm tiring to write books. I'm free to read it for people like you. Not only can I get any reward, but I'll be scolded. On the day of the release of this book, I chatted with my readers in the group one by one. I sent messages one by one, informing me that I've opened a new book. There are more than 600 group members. In a week, I have only been collecting more than 100.

I really feel like a failure. Except for a few real book fans, the rest are watching the pirated version and scolding my whole family.

I finally got a recommendation from Sanjiang, but the editor was helping me with great efforts. As a result, I went to Sanjiang. The tickets in Sanjiang were so pitiful that I had no shame to see my editor, and the editor was embarrassed to talk to me.

And what about my readers? Where have they been? Are they back? I don’t want to, nor do I like fighting alone...

Alas, that's all. It's really exhausting. I really want to scold those who read pirated copies, but now I'm too lazy to scold them.

Who is my real reader for these five thousand people who collect my books? Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
Chapter completed!