Ma Jiming is almost forty years old, and he has long lost the kind of courage that he didn't know tired when he was young, and he also understands that he will never be able to reproduce the glory of the past, like him, who has experienced strong winds and waves, knows how much a good opportunity can make a big change in a person's life, so this piece of land in Jingshou Mountain is not so much an opportunity for Ma Jiming to turn over, but a breath of heart that can make him grit his teeth and persevere.

"Knock knock!"

With a knock on the door, Ma Jiming, who was sitting in the office, put down the documents in his hand and rubbed his swollen temples: "Come in!"

"Squeak!"

After the door of the office was pushed open, the long-legged female secretary wearing black silk stepped on high heels and stood professionally in front of the desk: "Mr. Ma, I just received a call that the company sent five workers to take care of the Jingshoushan construction site in Lanjiang Village were attacked by a group of strangers, two of whom were seriously injured and three were slightly injured, and they are currently being treated in the central hospital. ”

"Is the person injured? why?" Ma Jiming frowned slightly, and asked two questions in succession.

When the female secretary heard this, she looked through the folder in her hand: "According to our employees who were attacked, it was a group of well-trained young people who beat them at that time, and one of the leaders shouted that this land was favored by Changjin Real Estate, and in the future, this place of Plandian, whoever touches this land will die! They also said that Yu Dankang of Changjin Real Estate brought you a sentence, he said how much money you spent on the land you bought, he gave it to you at the original price, but if you still bite the ......."

"You go on!" Ma Jiming nodded as he looked at the secretary's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped.

"They say, if you don't let go of this land...... In the future, after the construction of Jingshoushan Cemetery is completed, this place is likely to become the ancestral tomb of your old Ma family. ”

"Bang!"

After listening to the secretary's words, Ma Jiming slapped the table angrily: "Four bastards, don't you have a moral bottom line at all when you do things? And these workers, why didn't they call the police when they were attacked!"

"They called the police at the time, but the time of the attack was only two or three minutes, and the terrain of Lanjiang Village is indeed remote, after the group of social personnel dispersed, the police of the Xutun Town Police Station arrived at the scene within 20 minutes, procedurally speaking, the police did not have any negligence in their work!" The female secretary flipped through the information in her hand, and introduced the situation to Ma Jiming with an expressionless face, she was just a clerk who received a monthly salary, so there was no emotional fluctuation in the dispute between the two groups, and after she continued to look at the documents in her hand, she continued to speak: " Mr. Ma, the two venture capital companies that promised to talk to you about financing also called today and politely refused the talks, and the planning company and the construction team we looked for before also unilaterally denied the content of the contract, and the people from the Ministry of Affairs went to Lanjiang Village to talk about land acquisition, and were also threatened by a group of unknown people, and the Legal Department called and asked if you need to start a judicial process for this series of events?

After hearing this, Ma Jiming sat on the chair and was silent for a long time, and shook his head slightly: "Forget it!

"Okay, if you need anything, you can call me again!" the secretary nodded politely and walked away in his high heels.

Ma Jiming sat on the chair, with a lot of emotion in his heart, he knew the Yu family's brothers' ability to reach the sky with their hands and eyes, and he also knew that with his current identity as a third-rate businessman, wanting to fight with the four eggs of the Yu family was tantamount to shaking a tree, but if the land of Jingshou Mountain really gave up, it meant that his business road in this life had come to an end, and it was difficult to have any hope of turning over.

Gritting his steel teeth and being silent for about five minutes, Ma Jiming sighed to himself: "Four eggs, do you really want to force me to death before you are willing?"

In the face of Ma Jiming, a wealthy businessman with infinite scenery in the past, Sidan did not show much attention, but directly used the most simple and crude means to stretch out his bloody hand and ask Ma Jiming for it.

After the four eggs beat a few workers in charge of the Ma Group, the two sides only went through one round, and the Ma Group was already tired of coping, and none of the large and small design teams dared to undertake the planning of the land, and the surrounding construction teams also talked about the Ma project.

If these inconsequential little things are not enough for Ma Jiming to take to heart, then what really makes him feel a headache should be the rupture of the capital chain.

After Changjin's people beat Ma's workers, the four eggs didn't even show their faces, and the beating of the workers was like a firework that bloomed in an instant, and it came to an abrupt end after the explosion, without any follow-up action, but it was such a trivial thing that made those venture capital companies and private consortia that were originally intended to contact Ma Jiming and were negotiating, as if overnight, they gave up this cake with huge benefits.

Under the pressure of the four eggs, Ma Jiming, who has been doing regular business for several years and has never even played legal sideball, finally pinned his hopes on the media.

......

The day after Changjin Real Estate dispatched thugs to beat Ma's workers, a reporting vehicle from a well-known newspaper in the province was stationed in the Plan store.

Interview car.

"Director Zhao, should we go to the Ma Group first, or find a place to rest?" A young driver in his twenties held the steering wheel with one hand and slowly walked towards the city.

In the back seat of the interview car, Director Zhao, who was closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, heard the words and pondered for a while: "Let's go to a hotel first, the time I made an appointment with Ma Jiming is at night, let's rest first, and I will also sort out the manuscript needed for the interview!"

"Good!"

After the driver said yes, the vehicle sped up slightly and blended into the traffic on the road.

Five minutes later.

"Squeak!"

The car gently clicked the brakes and stopped steadily in front of a four-star hotel, and then the two reporters and a driver in the car, under the leadership of Director Zhao, carried a series of interview tools such as cameras and walked towards the hotel hall.

"Buzz!"

Just when the group was about to walk to the hotel, a horizon motorcycle suddenly accelerated, rushed forward, and lay between the crowd and the revolving door of the hotel.

Director Zhao and his entourage saw the young man take out his gun, and they were instinctively stunned.

"Whoa!"

The young man flicked the chirp of the private hunting, and then the muzzle of the gun turned and pointed at the glass door in the hotel lobby.

"Whoa!"

With a dull gunshot, a large piece of iron sand gushed out, smashing the glass door of the hotel, and the waiter inside screamed a terrible scream, and then began to dodge in horror.

"Whoa!"

The young man in the back seat of the motorcycle fired a shot, pulled the pump again, and then turned slightly sideways and pointed the gun at the newspaper office.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man riding a bicycle took off a travel bag on the handlebar of the motorcycle, reached out and threw it at Director Zhao's feet: "The monitoring line of the hotel has been cut off by me, everything that happens here, there will be no image left, whether to walk with something, or to go in with bullets, you choose the same!"

"......!" Director Zhao looked through the motorcycle helmet and saw a pair of eyes without any emotional fluctuations, he was silent for about five seconds, and then picked up the travel bag under his feet.

"How else can you be a leader, you are a person who understands at first glance!" The man with the gun in the back seat grinned and pointed his gun at the sky.

"Boom!"

After firing another shot, the rear tire of the Horizon motorcycle burned the tire on the ground a few times, and then flew out in a white smoke.

"Whoa!"

After seeing the motorcycle disappear from sight, Director Zhao reached out and unzipped the travel bag.

"Ding!"

A bullet fell out of the gap in the zipper, rolled on the ground for a while, and then came to a standstill, and the travel bag that Director Zhao opened the zipper was full of red cash.

"Director Zhao, let's ...... What to do? An intern female reporter who followed Director Zhao was completely stunned just now, and it had been nearly two minutes since the shooting was fired before she burst into tears.

"Call the police, cooperate with the police first, and then divide the money, let's withdraw!" Director Zhao, as an old reporter, has been threatened countless times in his career, so he has a lot of experience in dealing with this situation, he finished speaking, and continued to think for a while: "I told the police for a while, those people didn't come to us, and we didn't know each other, and also, what happened to us here, don't tell everyone, go back and I'll talk to the editor-in-chief, let's unify our voice, and just say that Ma Jiming's report is untrue......"

......

Two blocks away from the shooting site.

The speed of the horizon, which had already left the scene, slowed down slightly, and turned into a dark alley, and then the two people in the car took off their helmets, and they were the pair of killers who were going to hammer Lao Jiu in the first place.

The middle-aged man turned over and got off the motorcycle, took out a towel and carefully wiped the place touched by his palm, and then frowned and looked at his nephew: "What the hell did you shoot and scare people just now, and hit the glass of someone's hotel?!"

"I don't think about it, does this look imposing!" the young man took off his coat or something, piled it in the corner, and then took out a bottle of gasoline in a mineral water bottle in his bag, and began to splash it on it.

"You have the momentum of your mother B, how many times have I told you, in the future, you will show me those gunfight movies abroad with less JB!

"What are you scolding my mother for, what's the matter, she's not your own sister?" The young man stiffened his neck, and he was about to be anxious.

"You roll your father's basket for me, I can't do anything for a day, pull a calf a top two, let me tell you, if you are like this every day, hurry up and go back to my hometown to farm!" The middle-aged man scolded his nephew, took out a pistol magazine from his pocket, and began to press bullets into it, after pressing six in a row, he reached out and touched his pocket, and suddenly frowned: "Hey, how can I lose a bullet?"

"I didn't lose it, I took it!"

"What are you doing with bullets?"

"I've put it in my bag for money, it looks intimidating!" the young man replied with a big snot in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck your bloody grandma! Are you stupid!" The middle-aged man was completely angry: "We are sending money, you fucking put bullets in it, do they dare to accept it?"

"Before you scold me next time, think about it! My blood grandma is your own mother!" The young man took out a lighter and put it in front of the clothes doused with gasoline, and the flames instantly rose high.

"I'm ......" The middle-aged man was angry for a while, and his face instantly turned red: "Just because you sent out a bullet, all the bullets in our hands can't be used, understand!"

"Why can't it be used?"

"Don't you know about trace identification! We have something to do with us, and it's already extremely dangerous to stay in Big L, and your gun just now makes our situation even more difficult, do you understand!"

"Gee, if I hadn't shot, I would have been able to stop them. ”

"Fuck off!"

"Hey, why are you still scolding my mother?"

......

Two hours later.

Mars Group Office Building, President's Office.

"You go and clean up the conference room, and my treasured Pu'er is also ready, by the way, fruit bowls, snacks, and other things are also the best. Ma Jiming sat in the boss's chair and instructed the secretary in an orderly manner: "These reporters who came today are very important to us, we must entertain them well, and there are ......."

"Ringing ringing!"

Before Ma Jiming's voice fell, the phone on the table rang, he looked at the caller ID, and immediately picked up the phone with a smile: "Hey, Director Zhao, hello!"

"Lao Ma, our interview today may not be able to be ......carried out normally," Director Zhao, who was sitting in the car and had returned from the highway, said apologetically.

"Oh, you have something to do today, right, it's okay, so let's make an appointment tomorrow?"

"No, you misunderstood me, I didn't say it was a matter of time, but this interview, which couldn't be done!"

"Why!" Ma Jiming was stunned when he heard this.

"Alas...... Old Ma, the situation you are experiencing now is far more complicated than we imagined, so I am afraid that I am powerless in this matter. After Director Zhao sighed, he continued: "Fearless of hardships and exposing the truth has always been the belief and bottom line that our journalists adhere to, but realistically speaking, it is good to be able to catch news clues that attract the public's attention, but after all, we are only journalists, not front-line detectives, so in the face of complex situations, we are not obliged to use our lives to uncover the truth...... It's hard to hear, but I hope you understand. ”

“...... I can understand. After listening to Director Zhao's words, Ma Jiming instantly penetrated the joints, and then responded with a lonely expression.

"Well, be considerate of each other!"

"Trouble. ”

"It's fine!"

"Duh... Toot ......"

After hanging up Director Zhao's phone, Ma Jiming leaned back on the back of the chair unconsciously, and his face seemed to age in an instant.

[PS: This chapter is 4,000 words.] 】