The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 810: So Busy
Songjiang Second Leather Factory has made considerable gains in export processing trade since its reorganization and merger of several small factories last year. However, with a gunshot in the finance office, the "boss" of this young large enterprise, Director of the Finance Department Dong Liancheng, added some mental pressure to his colleagues in the finance office.

The incident was reported in the news the next day, and employees in the factory were all talking about it. There was no control over public opinion, and it was allowed to ferment because it was just a small incident.

Compared with several other popular companies, it's just a drizzle.

The chief financial officer of Shang's Real Estate jumped from the Tianrong Building where Ronglu Investment was located. He started from the 30th floor and chose a quiet night at midnight.

One of the shareholders of "Oriental New Century Mall" was fished out of the Huangpu River by sanitation workers at around six in the morning. People originally thought he was a mannequin, but unexpectedly he was a real person.

The preliminary autopsy determined that the victim had taken poison before jumping into the Huangpu River.

Death shouldn't be too painful.

Very decent, a particular person.

"Oh my, he's going to die. Agui, what's the news? How can Dong Liancheng from the Second Leather Factory have a gun?"

"How would I know? I'm just hanging out for fun..."

In an alley in Gaochang District, citizens queuing up to buy the "Four Heavenly Kings" in the morning blocked the outside of the breakfast shop.

They were all talking about the rumors they had heard.

Wu Qinggui, who came here for entertainment last night, was stopped by a local elder to ask for news.

Wu Qinggui looked like he knew nothing at all. Although everyone knew that he was a "busybody" and a hanger-on among hangers-on, he really didn't say a word at this moment.

When he was young, he had seen strong winds and waves. When the old man in his family was still an official, he had also experienced it. The waves in the Huangpu River now are quite big, very, very big.

This is just the beginning.

He still owes corkage fees to several nightclub owners.

Who knows if these bosses will come to him to ask for travel expenses when they are on the run.

Fortunately, he is usually smart and would reveal from time to time that he also does things for the "God of Wealth", so no one comes after him for debt.

Of course, it also has something to do with his good habit of not paying off debts during the New Year.

The "God of Wealth" has been visiting Songjiang these past few days, and Wu Qinggui actually wanted to join in the fun. If the leader of the gang doesn't try to gain personal gain, wouldn't that be a waste of time?
As a result, before he could collect the shad and pay his respects to the "God of Wealth", this series of deaths made him cancel his reservation with the chef.

Forget about it, let’s see how the wind and waves turn out.

In the evening, he originally wanted to go to a nightclub in Gaochang District and ask a little girl to sing to cool off. The location was quite remote, near the airport. There was a newly opened hotel with a joint sign of a liquor brand. The back was dark and it was a nightclub that focused on passionate performances. There was also a stage for "small gambling for fun". No one could make more than 2 million in a night.

However, I didn't expect that when I got there, I would see a huge crowd of people. All kinds of "monsters and demons" were blocking the door of the nightclub. The nightclub was not open tonight, so naturally the little girl's thighs would not be opened.

"Old Wu!"

Someone shouted in Mandarin, "Lao Wu! Lao Wu, Lao Wu! Come, have a cigarette, have one."

His face trembled. In the past, he was always afraid of this guy because he was a "pimp" and the worst kind of guy. He was ruthless and had killed many "ladies".

A top-notch hybrid who specializes in exploiting his fellow countrymen.

Normally Wu Qinggui is a pimp and people rarely look for him, unless the client has very picky tastes and insists on picking people from certain places or nationalities and wants something unique, then there is nothing he can do.

"Mr. He, you are too polite. This is..."

"Fatty He, who is this? This is the same as this..."

"No, no, no, Lao Wu is a local. He usually helps introduce business."

Fatty He at this moment was not at all the vicious and ruthless person that Wu Qinggui had thought he was. The fear he revealed was completely unconcealed.

Something happened.

Wu Qinggui did not get out of the car, but just leaned over to light a cigarette without turning off the engine.

dare not.

Apparently there was another group of people around Fatty He.

These people just waved to Wu Qinggui as a greeting, but the impatience in their eyes was growing.

"Old Wu, you are well-informed. Boss Qin has not shown up today and the store is closed. What is going on?"

The "Boss Qin" mentioned by Fatty He is just a title, that is, the boss of this nightclub. No one actually knows whether his surname is Qin.

At this time, Wu Qinggui's eyes revealed confusion: "Boss He, I am not from Gaochang District. If there is any situation in Duncheng, maybe I know something. I come to Boss Qin, but I can't even get the red envelope."

As a veteran broker, he does have some acting skills.

His mind quickly recalled the boasts that this damn place had made. In the twelfth month of last year, it seemed that "Boss Qin" had set up a business where everyone set up an investment company and then collected the interest.

In the past, each "big brother" would lend his own money, usually "fellow villagers helping fellow villagers", and 30 points was the minimum.

If it is a "small bet for fun" platform, a handling fee will definitely be charged.

If it is a formal loan contract, you will have to pay a "head interest" in advance.

It sounds like the profit is very high, but most of it is bad debt.

The more hidden you are from the light, the more likely you are to catch one or two fat sheep and slaughter them.

Only if you can cleanse yourself can you make big money.

"Boss Qin" said that he had a strong backing and was the second or third in command of some bureau. Now as long as he had money, he could invest in a project and quadruple his money.

Last December, "Boss Qin" put all his money into this nightclub as capital. Wu Qinggui didn't know how much money he had raised in total. He was satisfied if he could make tens or hundreds of thousands a year. If there were big bosses who gave him more rewards, then he would kneel down and bark a few times, that would also be great.

So he didn't join in the fun. When he was not in the limelight, he had a little sister, and when he was in the limelight, he had a lover. He felt that life was pretty good.

However, out of professional habit, I still found out some information. "Boss Qin" made up a nine-digit number here.

The next six months were peaceful and no one felt there was anything wrong.

Even that bastard He Pangzi would send a "Hua Zi" or "Supreme Pi Xiu" to his younger brothers from time to time. Every "big brother" who lives for a living would be happy to make a fortune.

just now……

It seems everything has changed.

The police have things like intelligence reports, as do hangers-on and brokers like Wu Qinggui, and people like Fatty He... naturally have them too.

It depends on the sincerity of your filial piety and care in daily life.

So Fatty He was fearless. He had the capital in hand, so borrowing one or two times the amount was no big deal.

However, with Wu Qinggui's eyesight, he could tell that there was definitely more than just one group of "creditors" following Fatty He today.

At least seven or eight different groups of people.

And there is another part that has nothing to do with Fatty He, they are from another group.

Thinking of these, and then thinking of the rumors last night, and then thinking of the "God of Wealth" coming...

Wu Qinggui, who was holding a cigarette, was sweating on his back and couldn't help but urinate.

This was even more frightening than when he almost sent away a group of veteran cadres after seeing the braised puffer fish.

"Mr. He, there are still some spare ribs cooking in the pressure cooker at home. I'll go back and take a look. Bye."

Put the car in reverse gear and retreat immediately.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to Wusong District.

Why go to Wusong District?
Because it is a heavy industrial area, hiding around the steel plant and breathing in the exhaust fumes for two days is good for your physical and mental health.

I listened to the traffic broadcast along the way, and from time to time there were reports of a male corpse being found somewhere, or someone found something that looked like a corpse in the Huangpu River...

When he stepped on the accelerator heading north, he heard crackling sounds and thought they were firecrackers. When he realized something was wrong, he looked down from the overpass.

There was a gunfight going on in a warehouse area...

What followed was an even more exciting sound of sirens, and soon, Wu Qinggui even heard the sound of helicopter propellers.

Book that...

slip away.

On the evening of August 3, a horrific gun battle took place in a warehouse of the "Shashi Group" near the Beizhai Road overpass.

At least that’s what the news said on August 4th.

Such a big commotion was caused just because a special minibus stopped at the "Shashi Group" warehouse in Zhuzhai Lane.

As soon as they arrived, three vehicles came out from behind and concentrated their fire. The "Longdun Security" shift team that was doing equipment maintenance here naturally picked up their weapons and fought back.

The scale of this gunfight was second only to the Special Years, and because it caused six deaths and four injuries, it was called the "August 4th Zhuzhai Lane Major Shooting Case."

The news was so explosive that even the Moxican Republic on the other side of the Pacific Ocean reported it. The National News even made it the front-page headline, directly overshadowing the parliamentary elections in Ross. Even America's plan to facilitate peace talks between David and Canaan was relegated to the back.

Because this is a very rare situation. Large-scale gun battle, Greater China, these two words, put together are very inconsistent.

Unlike the Moxican Republic, where big flour merchants would hang small citizens on the streets for complaining about them, that was not a big deal.

Shooting happens every day. That is the basic operation of "Big Brother" in North America.

Can that be called news?

Of course, under normal circumstances, the United States of Moxicanos could not have such efficient media efficiency. It was purely because the old American media people in Songjiang knew how to do business. Just this one piece of news was sold for 1,200 US dollars.

However, it cost the veteran American media person 20,000 US dollars to make the front-page headline of The National.

After that, various American and international media reprinted the report of the Moxican Republic’s National Newspaper...

Rational, objective, fair...

In short, the "August 4th Zhuzhai Lane Massive Shooting Incident" was described as the deterioration of the investment environment in mainland China, the obstacles to embracing correct values, and the trampling of this and that rights...

Anyway, it’s quite lively.

But the excitement didn't last long.

August 5th.

Still the United States of Moxicanos and still the National reported a wheel fork case that occurred on the outskirts of Kabul, the capital of Tocharistan.

Not only photos, but also videos.

The person who filmed it was a mechanic from an airborne division; the victim was a black man from the Marine Corps; the perpetrator was his comrade-in-arms.

It was also a front-page headline, but this time they charged him 25,000 US dollars. After all, he was not a regular customer, so raising the price appropriately was in line with general economic laws.

In this business, the saying "old customers are worse than dogs" doesn't apply.

Following up on the Moxican newspaper's story simultaneously, a guy named Assange posted a series of violent cases involving American garrisons both inside and outside the country on a "deep web" website.

No one knows where he gets all the secret information, and he is definitely the best among the best.

On the second day after the "August 4th Zhuzhai Lane Major Shooting Case" occurred, Boss Zhang also made an appointment with the golden-haired old man to play bowling.

It’s not that I don’t want to play golf, I’m just afraid of being shot from a distance.

Wu Taian worked overtime for two days in a row, scolded his old local comrades, and argued with the "chief coach of the 800,000 imperial guards" for more than an hour.

Although Wu Taian was a "soldier" at this time, he felt no pressure at all to criticize the "officers".

This is how I make a living.

You have to know that the condolence visit ended just on the 1st, and in just three days, the minibus was gone.

Will the bus be missing next time?
Will there be “Huanggutun” everywhere next time?
"The Clinton family is promoting the garrison violence in Kabul, and now the media in the Donkey States are reporting on it."

“So did they make any money?”

"Of course, shorting some military stocks can make a little money. I also made some money, but not much, just a few hundred thousand dollars. After all, no one knows whether the troops will be withdrawn next. If the military court intervenes, at least some military operations will be suspended, which will damage the orders of many companies."

The golden-haired old man suddenly remembered something. After throwing a ball, he picked up a towel and wiped his hands while asking Zhang Haonan, "How much did you invest in that water supply base?"

"Sixty million."

"Damn it, the bitches in Washington would rather give you business than give me."

“You’re German.”

"Oh yeah."

The blond old man nodded, "So was Eisenhower, wasn't he?"

"Please..."

Zhang Haonan spread his hands, "'Mamie' comes from Dude."

"OK."

Hearing what Zhang Haonan said, the golden-haired old man raised his hands in surrender.

After all, Eisenhower's wife was originally named Mary Geneva Dodd, nicknamed "Mamie". Unlike the former President of America who was a poor bastard, Dodd's family had been wealthy since the Civil War.

There are a lot of brigadier generals named Dude, and even the first "Father's Day" was born in the family.

Trump?

Can a pro-China person named John be considered one of our own?

Don’t be silly, it’s not that easy to “raise the flag”.

The blond old man, who could not earn this kind of military money, was indignant and complained, "I am a patriot."

"What a coincidence, me too."

"..."

The two wealthy men were talking nonsense that their followers could not listen to. After the golden-haired old man won, he wiped his sweat and said happily: "By the way, Zhang, I asked if it would be appropriate for me to enter the development of high-end residential buildings?"

"I already said that……"

"OK, I get it. 'Louis Dreyfus', 'Louis Dreyfus', 'Louis Dreyfus'..."

After saying "Louis Dreyfus" three times, the blond old man said, "Look, my Chinese name is Donald, right?"

"Correct."

"In the seventh century AD, there was a great empire in China called the Tang Empire, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

"That's lucky! Right? Tang, the Tang Empire, there must be some connection. It's a good topic, isn't it?"

"..."

"Well, look, Zhang."

The golden-haired old man waved his hand outward, as if introducing a grand blueprint to Zhang Haonan, "Tang Empire, NO.1, the high-end residential building I developed is called 'Tang NO.1', how about it?"

"In fact, the Han Empire is invincible..."

"I can call Hannard."

"Fuck it, Don."

"OK, it's settled. I'll come up with a plan, and you must be involved. My conscience is troubled when I think about not being able to share the huge profits with my staunch comrades."

"Fuck you again, Don."

"Please give me wealth, Mr. 'God of Wealth', I really need money."

"..."

For money, the golden-haired old man doesn't mind being shameless.

But just as he finished speaking, he heard rapid "bang bang" sounds coming from outside.

"Boss, go!"

Wu Taian immediately covered Zhang Haonan and quickly evacuated through a safe passage.

The golden-haired old man who had been smiling playfully just now also shuddered and shrank back, and the group of people immediately slipped away.

My goodness, they came once on August 4th, and it’s only been two days, and they’re coming again?!
There is no doubt that the police station, which had not changed its leader before, is destined to change its leader this time.

It was a bad year for him. Who would have thought that after the "August 4th Zhuzhai Lane Major Shooting Incident" he would dare to cause such a commotion?
But the problem this time is much more serious than last time.

Because the decision for Zhang Haonan and the golden-haired old man to come out was random, not a scheduled appointment.

In other words, within just a few tens of minutes to an hour, their whereabouts were leaked.

Either there is something wrong with the golden-haired old man and his gang of foreigners, or there is something wrong with Zhang Haonan, or... there is the last possibility, there is something wrong with the local peripheral security.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Zhang Haonan laughed out loud when he got on the bus. The frightened old man with golden hair leaned on the back of the seat and asked loudly, "How can you still laugh at this time?"

"Why not? That's more than 20 billion in profits?"

"Walter?"

The confused old man with golden hair was almost out of ideas.

What bullet?
Worth more than 20 billion?
If so, can you shoot him two too?

(End of this chapter)