The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 781: Lively as an Oil Painting

Opposite the "Provincial Government Compound" in Yongzhou, Lingxi Province is the Affiliated Hospital of Lingxi College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the orthopedics here is quite good.

Some of Zhang Haodong’s comrades from Lingxi came here to receive treatment.

So strictly speaking, Zhang Haodong is quite familiar with this place.

The Orthopedic Center was as busy as usual, but today it was particularly busy because a few days ago, several sugar cane purchasing middlemen with broken arms had climbed to the top floor of the inpatient building.

"Wow, this is a classic, Brother Dong! I'm sure your brain will be everywhere in a while."

The younger brothers of the Chen family were very excited. There was a boy named Chen Jiasheng. His father Chen Yongquan had a box of oil robbed on the road and he was hit twice on the head and had to get six stitches.

If Zhang Haonan hadn't held him back, he would have planned to die together with this group of "local tyrants".

During this period, Zhang Zhiqin kept promising to "seek justice". After enduring for half a year, we finally saw the classic scene in May this year.

"Is the one above Huang Jianfa?"

"Yes, it's this jerk who set up a checkpoint on the national highway. He also collects sugarcane and owes Uncle Shui the village wages for more than three years. This jerk deserves a horrible death!"

The cursing Chen Jiasheng thought of many ways to retaliate, but after thinking about it, he realized that he was no different from the "Ghost Fire Boy" who was carrying a machete and was a bully.

The level is a bit lower.

It was only in these few days that Chen Jiasheng finally understood why Brother Dong listened to Brother Nan.

Brother Nan is really sharp!
Zhang Haodong is tall, nearly two meters in height and has a strong body. It is difficult for him to stand there without being noticed.

What's more, he has many legitimate identities, not some useless thing like the "Double Flower Red Stick" of Wujiadai Shashi Group.

So soon someone came over to say hello to him.

He was not some distant friend, just a secretary in the Secretary-General’s office in the nearby “Provincial Government Compound”.

"Mr. Zhang, have you just come from Leizhou?"

The little secretary is very smart. Although she doesn't have as much aura as the big secretary, she also has her own temperament.

That kind of gentle and scholarly air will naturally make people feel closer to him.

Different from Zhang Haonan who was born with the attitude of "no strangers allowed" and "I love to eat people", Zhang Haodong at least looks like a human being, but his body gives a stronger sense of oppression.

"You are……"

Unlike Zhang Haonan, Zhang Haodong's memory is not that good. After the secretary introduced herself, Zhang Haodong suddenly realized what was going on. He said with a silly smile, "Oh~~ Secretary Luo! Hello, Secretary Luo, we had dinner together in Chikan, and Mayor Liu was there at that time."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang has a good memory..."

"Hey, Secretary Luo, don't praise me. I didn't even recognize you."

"..."

I didn't fucking praise you at all.

Secretary Luo was also speechless. His style was completely different from Zhang Haonan's.

"Mr. Zhang, are you here on business this time?"

"No, I just heard that Huang Jianfa was going to jump off the building, so I came here to see how he died."

"..."

Secretary Luo was speechless again, while the Chen family brothers around him were even more excited.

Following Brother Dong is the way to go.

Unlike the uncles in the village, who only know how to urge the family to pay money to compile the family tree and build the ancestral hall.

Does it cost millions to compile a family tree and build an ancestral hall?
The only drawback is that if I follow Brother Dong, I have to learn everything again, which is the most troublesome thing.

When Secretary Luo wanted to say something polite, an old man at the side asked Secretary Luo in a harsh Mandarin: "Handsome boy, are you a cadre?"

"Uh...I am."

You can't deny that you are not a state official.

"Huang Jianfa owes me more than three years' salary! I *&@%￥￥"

Insulting words were spewed out like a machine gun. When the old man was excited, he grabbed Secretary Luo by the collar and said, "Do you know how hard my life is--"

When the other two old men stopped him, the excited old man's eyes turned red and he jumped up and was about to strangle Secretary Luo's neck.

However, Zhang Haodong easily separated them and said to the old man, "Grandpa Huang, calm down. This has nothing to do with Secretary Luo."

The old man just kept his eyes open, trying to keep them open, and then he gasped and made a "ho ho" sound. The "ho ho" sound was very rapid, and his violently rising and falling chest showed his excitement.

The originally dark skin, even the wrinkles, seemed to be filled with blood in an instant.

He clenched his fists so tightly and clenched his teeth so tightly, that was an expression of extreme unwillingness and anger.

He wanted to eat Secretary Luo who was trembling and hiding behind Zhang Haodong.

"Grandpa, don't be angry."

Chen Jiasheng took a bottle of water and gave it to the old man. "Huang Jianfa must be dead. Brother Dong said that even if he hides in prison, he will not survive. You don't trust others, but you trust Brother Dong."

"I'm sorry, Dongzai."

His anger slowly dissipated, and with trembling rough hands, the old man took the water from Chen Jiasheng and moistened his throat, as if he was thirsty, or as if he was trying to hide his embarrassment.

After drinking two sips, he suddenly burst into tears.

Zhang Haodong was not good at studying, but at this moment he suddenly remembered the four words "tears streaming down the face of an old man" that he had learned in school.

Behind the more than three years of wages, there are many past events that are hard to recall, which are not worth telling to outsiders and I don’t want to talk about them.

Secretary Luo was extremely embarrassed, and Zhang Haodong turned around and said to Secretary Luo: "Secretary Luo, we will leave soon and will not delay anything."

Nodding, Secretary Luo still asked in a low voice: "They are..."

"Huang Jianfa is from a county or even a village."

"..."

Some things, when you dig deeper, are a bit rude.

Huang Jianfa is just a microcosm.

Bang!
Familiar voices, familiar exclamations, familiar ambulance sirens.

And there are also spectators who run faster than anyone else and must see the face of the deceased with their own eyes.

"Good death! Good death—"

The old man with his fists clenched looked like a deranged lunatic. At this moment, most people would think of "wrapping it up", but the old man of the Huang family would not really eat such "human blood buns".

He just wanted to vent.

Enjoy this moment that you never thought about before.

Joy...

He even clapped his hands and howled, then spoke a long string of words in an awkward dialect, mumbling to himself, which made him look even more crazy.

It seemed to be a eulogy, but it was obviously not intended for the fresh corpse.

Some of the onlookers felt physically uncomfortable, while others were still standing on tiptoe to see how the death would unfold.

Bang!
Another one.

"Good death! Good death! Hahahahahahahaha..."

The old man of the Huang family was very happy, dancing with joy, and the police, who had been on alert, took him away.

The old man did not resist and let himself be dragged away. Then he sang the classic play "Chen Shimei Refuses to Recognize His Wife" by Bai Xizai in the police car. He really liked this play.

This is all I know, so when I’m happy, I just hum a few lines.

There was no puppet in his hands, but he was fiddling with his fingers.

Very happy.

"Dongzai——" The old man shouted at the tall Zhang Haodong in the distance across the fence of the police low-speed electric patrol car.

Zhang Haodong just waved and looked at the third "flying man".

The three today are all small characters, the "black gloves" of the second generation of the local county town. However, they were a little too corrupt, and even the wages of the "sugarcane farmers" who were from the Huang family were embezzled.

It lasted for more than three years, and it was so outrageous that Zhang Haodong went from being unable to understand it to being used to it in just a month.

He originally thought that some of the local bosses in Shacheng were already rude enough, but he didn't expect that the Zongsang (beasts) from other places were even better masters among masters.

It was also because of these superficial experiences that he was able to receive a re-education, but not in terms of experience, but rather he had an intuitive understanding of the old man's power.

"Thank you——"

The old man shouted again, and several rotten teeth in his mouth were exposed because of his bright smile, making him look extremely ugly.

"Thank you, Dongzai——"

Then he stopped being crazy and just sat in the "Purple Gold" low-speed electric patrol car and asked the sullen-faced policeman: "Comrade, can I have a cigarette?"

At this moment, his Mandarin reached its peak and was spoken very standardly.

Finally, I smoked a cigarette, a branded one, called "Zhenlong", which had only been on the market for two years.

With a dazed look in his eyes and a hunched body, he was sitting with his legs crossed and his elbows resting on his knees. As the smoke rose, the old man looked at the cars and people coming and going in the distance. When he heard another loud noise, he said calmly, "Good business today, four losers."

"..."

"..."

The police were speechless, and Secretary Luo, who came over to say something comforting, felt terrible.

The calm old man looked like an oil painting, but his motionless appearance made him look more like a sculpture.

Compared with the previous madness, that sense of absurdity made Secretary Luo unable to calm down for a long time.

Like a dream.

He actually knows everything, just like the old man named Huang in front of him.

So what if you just know it?

Sometimes knowing something but being unable to do anything about it is a torture.

"Brother Dong, there are no more. There are only four."

Chen Jiasheng was a little disappointed when he saw someone on the top floor rescue the group performing "Flying Trapeze".

He knew that compared with the "Twenty-One Consecutive Jumps", Huang Jianfa was just a small character, but only Huang Jianfa and his younger brothers sewed six stitches on his father's head.

So Chen Jiasheng only wanted to watch Huang Jianfa's performance and was not interested in the others.

"Okay, let's go after we're done. Can you work harder this afternoon?"

"Don't worry, Brother Dong, I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

Chen Jiasheng has a playful appearance, but in fact he is very hardworking and willing to listen to advice.

Last year, this guy was planning to get a tattoo of "Mantis Shrimp Playing Basketball" on his body, but in the end, he didn't get the tattoo because of company regulations.

The eldest brother in the family, Chen Jiahe, also cleared his girlfriend's name.

It’s just that the washing method is a bit rough. The spatula is heated red and it burns the food directly, which is like torturing yourself.

I ended up staying in the hospital for three months because of an infection…

These jokes and interesting stories are also constantly reshaping the Chen family. The "fighting and killing" in the underworld has begun to decline, and now everyone is "looking at money."

After all, every time the big boss and big brother "Brother Haonan" comes over, or every time we meet for dinner, he will ask if you have made any money recently.

Making money comes first.

My sister can have it whenever she wants.

A person without money is no better than a piece of firewood.

The pretty girls in the milk tea shop all say this...

After watching the excitement, Zhang Haodong called Zhang Zhiqin and said, "Uncle, I'm in Yongzhou."

"The bank staff has also arrived. We will contact you when the time comes."

"it is good."

"Zhang Nan won't be here until the 18th. He's on vacation for a week."

"..."

Zhang Haonan said before that he would come to Leizhou after the "full moon banquet", but bullshit happened. He had a great time at home and just stood up a lot of people in Leizhou.

In order to receive Zhang Haonan, Yangcheng formed a luxurious delegation, and so did Yongzhou, which also sent people to Leizhou in advance.

The three days scheduled are the 13th, 14th and 15th. After dinner in Yangcheng, we will continue eating in Leizhou. After the dinner in Leizhou is over, the next stop will be Yongzhou.

They are all luxurious banquets.

The ceremony may not be grand, but the cooking skills of the chef must be of high standard.

The head chef of "Bai Honghu" in Yangcheng brought the entire team and also suspended the hotel's schedule for foreign guests for half a month.

Now that we have these three things in our hands, we are not afraid of anyone from the local area taking advantage of the situation.

First of all, the State Council has repeatedly confirmed that Boss Zhang did join hands with Louis Dreyfus to make a big splash and actually acquired a large piece of arable land and fertile land in Brescia.

This income disrupted the State Council's plan to visit abroad this year, and instead the Council discussed the visit schedule with the Brescia Embassy in advance.

There is a give and take, Lula will come, but he has agreed to meet "Dear Mr. Siegel", which means that the visit of the President of Brescia to China is a bit special in terms of specifications.

Boss Zhang agreed reluctantly. There was no other way. Not only did the people from the State Council come to the "full moon banquet" in person to congratulate him, they also gritted their teeth and gave each of the six children a gift.

This is not a private gift; it must be registered in the State Council's annual expenditure.

The last bit of room for the Shacheng Municipal Government to think is gone.

As for the crap that hurts the feelings of overseas compatriots, that’s bullshit. As long as the Ryukyu investors who come to Sand City are the lackeys of Zhang Haonan’s lackeys, their rank is not high.

Secondly, the State Council originally wanted to conduct a good investigation into local "shadow banking". The complexity and concealment of the underground economy are difficult to quantify by conventional means.

But if there is a sudden explosion, it’s different.

Because it’s a legal issue at this point.

It’s very easy to investigate any “illegal fund-raising case”.

These are cases that the Economic Investigation Bureau has been following for two to three years, and the average number of people involved in each case is more than 270.

In just ten days, more than twenty private "shadow banks" were forced to be exposed.

Among them, two "bank presidents" voluntarily surrendered themselves. Both of them are the second generation of local old banks who "stopped in time". Whether they can keep the money is not important at this time, what matters is saving their lives.

The State Council can take this opportunity to reorganize the independent "economic entities" in Lingxi Province. Some major projects have been delayed in Lingxi Province because the local complexity is too abnormal.

It involves issues at home and abroad, local clans, traditional culture, ethnic religion and so on. Now a bundle of sugarcane can keep many people chewing it from May to November.

If we only talk about "sugar", it's actually not that destructive.

The key lies in the chain reaction and the panic brought by the "God of Wealth", followed by the "twenty-one consecutive jumps" and the total deterrence of the four consecutive shots. No one dares to be so arrogant as to think that they will definitely be fine.

Precisely because everyone has to shrink to save their lives, all kinds of "bank runs", "jumping off buildings" and "betraying" occur one after another. This is the chaos at this moment.

But for the central government, this is nothing.

As long as they don't kill officials or rebel, there won't be any big problem.

What's more, it is so great to be able to reshape the central authority now. Everyone in the State Council loves "Comrade Zhang Haonan" to death. Such a powerful general will be the most useful "magic weapon" in any dynasty.

Finally, the development of the sugar industry will not be frustrated. On the contrary, the bad debts of the past will be directly written off. With the addition of overseas production capacity, after the planting output reaches 220 million tons in the future, the risk of the sugar industry will be reduced to the lowest level in history.

This means the first breakthrough in bargaining power in the trade of bulk commodities other than staple food.

(End of this chapter)