Without Liu Handong's troubles, the bidding work went very smoothly, and the Fuxing Group, which was unexpectedly replaced, also came up with a bid that was not comparable to the Oriental Group, and the two companies were almost the same in terms of financial strength, and now it depends on which one has a higher bid price.

At half past two o'clock in the afternoon, Director Qin brought a great news that Liu Handong, chairman of Handong Real Estate Investment Co., Ltd., has been criminally detained in accordance with the law on suspicion of assaulting the police, possessing guns and ammunition privately, and organizing underworld activities.

After hearing the news, the most excited is actually Manager Chen, the person in charge of the Beigang Branch of Fuxing Group, too, he is based in Beigang City, and there are many construction sites developed by Fuxing Group, and the monopoly of the Beigang sand and gravel market is the local underworld overlord Liu Handong, how can he not hate him, in addition to the forced supply of sand and gravel cement, Liu Handong also wants to monopolize the earthwork, just because of this, the thugs of Handong Real Estate did not block the door of the construction site under the Fuxing Group, and several times Manager Chen came forward to apologize and invite guests to calm down the situation.

Dongfang Qing is also very happy, Liu Handong has finally collapsed, this time it seems to be true, without his obstacles, this project will definitely go a lot smoother.

"President, do we need to say something?" Zhong Shanshan asked softly, after the incident in the banquet hall of the Peninsula Hotel last night, the young and beautiful female secretary has obviously become more calm and capable.

Before Dongfang Qing could answer, Mr. Ma next to him immediately interjected: "It's better to be less involved in this kind of thing, if people don't offend me, I won't offend people, we just need to be in the middle of now." ”

Seeing that Mr. Ma said this, Dongfang Qing, who originally wanted to send Zhang Weimin to the city bureau to eliminate harm for the people, immediately stopped his mouth, and turned his head to Zhong Shanshan and said, "What Mr. Ma said makes sense. ”

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The bidding work continues, but the next work has nothing to do with Zhang Ziyu, he was going to take Luo Xiaobo to the Five Ancestors Temple in Huangmei County to visit, just when he was about to leave in the parking lot, Wang Dayong, who was protecting Dongfang Qing on the second floor of the bidding center, called, and he found a suspicious person.

Zhang Ziyu heard this, hung up the phone quietly, and then took Luo Xiaobo upstairs, just arrived at the conference hall on the second floor, Zhang Ziyu found this suspicious person, this is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a khaki vest for fishing, and a pair of black outdoor quick-drying pants on the bottom, he is holding a Nikon D90 model SLR camera from time to time flashing towards everyone in the conference room, looking like a reporter.

The bidding meeting is of great significance to the economic development of Beigang City, so the whole meeting invited the city, neighboring cities and even neighboring provinces and cities of major newspaper media reporters to come, the reporter admission card has been issued dozens of out, although there are many reporters, but this time the news is more vigorous, at this time many reporters are in their own groups, around a pile to share the news, only this middle-aged man has always paid attention to the employees of the Oriental Group, and wants to make up for it.

Zhang Ziyu smiled slightly, and walked straight towards the middle-aged reporter with Luo Xiaobo.

The middle-aged reporter was holding his mobile phone and sending text messages at this time, and did not notice the two people behind him, Zhang Ziyu stood behind the reporter, hooked his head and read the content of the text message, and then said faintly: "Brother, your camera fell off ........."

When the middle-aged man who was concentrating on texting heard this, he instinctively touched the camera on his back, and then turned his head suspiciously, looking at the two who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Zhang Ziyu took out a black book with a police badge from his arms, shook it in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, and said, "Come with us!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "I'm a reporter from the Hanbei Morning News, what are you looking for me?" As he spoke, he took out the pass he wore on his chest and handed it to Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu frowned, and said impatiently: "What are you talking about, let you cooperate with the investigation, and it's not to arrest you, go..."

Luo Xiaobo had already stepped forward, grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, and pulled him outside.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to follow the two fierce policemen out of the conference room, and the group of three walked to the dark place of the back stairs before stopping.

Zhang Ziyu directly took off the camera on the middle-aged man's back, handed it to Luo Xiaobo, and then looked at him with a smile and said, "Say, who sent you............"

A panicked look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Say it again, I'm a reporter from the Hanbei Morning News, and if there's nothing going on, I'll go back to work." ”

"Brother Yu, look at ......" Luo Xiaobo, who was holding the camera, pulled out photos one by one and handed them to Zhang Ziyudao.

Zhang Ziyu took the camera, and after turning a few pages, his face changed, and he took the camera and said coldly: "What the hell is a reporter supposed to do, only shoot people from the Eastern Bloc?"

"You...... You're not a cop... Who are you?" the middle-aged man suddenly woke up and took a few steps back towards the staircase, looking like he was about to run away at any moment.

Before he retreated to the staircase, the middle-aged man felt that a cylindrical thing was being held up by something in the shape of a cylinder in his lower back, and then the cold and piercing voice of the yellow hair came from his ear: "If you move, I will kill you!"

It's over, today is a hard stubble, and the other party actually has a gun, which makes Lao Zhuo, who has been a private detective for more than ten years, unexpected.

Just when Lao Zhuo was about to collapse, Zhang Ziyu smiled and waved his hand at Luo Xiaobo to signal him to put away the dick, and then said to Lao Wang: "Don't think about it, we are not outlaws, and we don't want to make money and kill people, which unit did you send from? Why do you want to investigate Dongfang Qing?"

"This ......" Lao Zhuo still looked hesitant for a long time.

Luo Xiaobo in the back said impatiently: "Brother Yu, it's not a good thing to look at him like a thief, just do him, tie a stone and throw it into the Yangtze River, and he won't be able to float for ten or eight years." ”

Zhang Ziyu was still staring at the middle-aged man with a smile, but this time it contained a hint of murderous intent.

Looking at Zhang Ziyu's eyes, Lao Zhuo's legs immediately softened, and he hurriedly explained what happened like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was a paparazzi of a private detective agency in Hanbei City, and a week ago he received an order for business, saying that he asked him to investigate the situation of the Oriental Group in Beigang City, especially the whereabouts of their president Dongfang Qing, Lao Zhuo, who was skilled in business, immediately set off with the group's convoy, and he was very cautious in the previous actions, and he also passed the news to Hanbei step by step every day, but when he was near the end, he was discovered by the other party.

"Fuck you! Let you tell who ordered you to come, what are you chirping and talking nonsense?" Luo Xiaobo raised his eyebrows, suddenly moved, and hit the eye of the wind hammered over, and the thin old Zhuo who hit him suddenly bent down and lay on the ground.

Luo Xiaobo saw that Lao Zhuo on the ground was still pretending to be garlic, so he didn't fight in one place, he pulled out his throwing stick, and wanted to go up and continue to fight, but was stopped by Zhang Ziyu who was standing aside.

Zhang Ziyu squatted down, looked at Lao Zhuo condescendingly, and said, "Say, who sent you." ”

Lao Zhuo lying on the ground is indeed not pretending to be garlic, he is forty-nine years old this year, his foundation is already weak, and he is still doing a night owl-like job all the year round, drilling woods and climbing corners, his body has long been hollowed out, and he was caught off guard for such a moment, and he was almost beaten to his breath.

"I really don't know! The client contacted us by anonymous email. Lao Zhuo clutched his chest and said with a painful face.

Zhang Ziyu nodded and stood up, glanced at Luo Xiaobo, turned around and walked towards the conference room.

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After the two left one after another, Lao Zhuocai, who was lying on the ground humming and chirping, struggled to hold on to the wall, climbed up, sat on the stairs, took out a pack of six-yuan little white dragon from the pocket of his fishing vest, popped out a light one, took a deep breath, spit out a puff of smoke, and sighed heavily, this is all trivial, they are all like birds, secretly photographing others to investigate other people's privacy was discovered, and it is not a big deal to be beaten.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? Don't you know if you don't want to smoke here?"

Lao Zhuo was taken aback, quickly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up and was about to apologize, but saw that it was just a young security guard in uniform.

Lao Zhuo rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the young security guard and scolded: "Which unit are you from?

The young security guard was also angry, he took out his rubber baton and pointed it at Lao Zhuo, and shouted in Mandarin with a strong local accent: "What?

Seeing the other party holding a stick in his hand, Lao Zhuo immediately wilted, as the saying goes, the fist is afraid of Shaozhuang, not to mention that Shaozhuang is still holding a murder weapon, he originally wanted to overwhelm the other party with momentum, but now he has to admit it.

Looking at Lao Zhuo, who walked by in front of him with his head bowed and his eyebrows bowed, the young security guard muttered disdainfully: "The clam skin of the western powder......!

The security guards of the bidding center have always been like this, as the saying goes, the prime minister has seven officials in front of the door, how can this bidding center be regarded as a division-level unit, can their security guards not be dicks? It's just that when they meet someone like Dongge, they are dumb.

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At half past four in the afternoon, Director Qin walked into the conference room with his secretary, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by the documents in his hand.