Late at night, Zhou Na was alone in the hotel. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, she has a couple of important calls that she has to make.

In the past few days that Zhao Zejun has been in, Zhou Na has been in contact with the outside affairs, and Zhao Zejun occasionally borrows Kong Hui's mobile phone to point at Zhou Na at key points.

Every time Zhao Zejun called, Kong Hui would consciously either go far away or bring headphones.

The first call was to Gianna, informing her that in the shortest possible time, strictly speaking, within three days, a batch of other hot news would be launched, squeezing the 'biker crash' off the top page of the blog, and then quietly blocking the post.

The second call was to Jiang Xuan, asking about the progress of the investigation into the Green Country Group.

The third call, the person on the other side of the microphone, Zhou Na is a new acquaintance, she knew about this person before, but she has never dealt with it.

However, it is easy for two young women to get acquainted with each other, and after contacting each other a few times, they will call each other by name very affectionately.

"Jiajia, in addition to cooperating with Zelianke, the legion also has a mission......"

After finishing speaking, Sun Jiajia, who was on the other side of the phone, was a little puzzled and asked: "Does Mr. Zhao have actual evidence over there?" If there is no such thing, the other party will not be affected at all, but will help the other party become famous. ”

"Well, I also think it's a little strange, but my brother said that this kind of thing, once you catch it, it's absolutely reliable. He should have side evidence. You can do it without worry. By the way, be careful, the blow should be precise, just take the facts, and don't involve anything else. Zhou Na said.

"Okay, understood. I'll do it right away......"

"Wait" Zhou Na didn't hang up the phone immediately, "Jiajia, I ask you something, private matter, you don't have to say it." ”

"Huh? ”

Zhou Na hesitated, but still asked, "How did you make Junzi like you?"

On the other end of the phone, Sun Jiajia was also stunned, and then giggled, "Are you asking, how do you make him 'like me'? or how do you make him 'like me'?"

"I hate it, it must be the latter. Zhou Na's eyes rolled: "No, you tell me both." ”

"The former is very simple, men, especially single men, there is no difference between that aspect and the big wolf dog, flirting and flirting, as long as the occasion and environment are suitable, there is no moral burden, no one is Yanagishita Megumi. As for the latter, I really didn't think about it, probably I was more in love with him, and I was together for some reason. ”

"Oh...... Moral burden ......," Zhou Na muttered.

"Why are you asking this, who do you fancie? Let Mr. Zhao come forward, he loves you so much, he must arrange it for you, it's really not good, I want his people first!" Sun Jiajia climbed up from the bottom of society, and it was very straightforward to think about the problem.

"No, no, just ask. Brother Junzi, he usually has a mahjong face, and he doesn't look close to people, I'm just curious. ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Na sat on the bed, thinking about it for a while, but she didn't have a clue.

Let's get down to business first, the day is long, are you still afraid that the wolf dog will run away?

So, a fourth call was made.

"Hey, Sister Yuanyuan, Director Yang of the Provincial Taiwan has done it, right?"

Zhou Yuanyuan on the other end of the phone said: "Of course, Director Yang has been in the industry for so many years, and now he is a gold medal producer, of course, he has many friends." Zhejiang Province and Hangzhou City are all connected. And this news clue is very valuable, and the other party is willing to follow. ”

"Sister Yuanyuan, this time it's not public anger, it's a personal vendetta. Be sure to strike with precision!" Zhou Na emphasized the word again.

"Don't worry, you've said hello. Little girl, you think reporters are stupid, they also have to think about the impact. Zhou Yuanyuan said with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm not talking more. Zhou Na smiled.

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Hangzhou is quiet at three o'clock in the morning.

The back of the light is dark, the back of the beauty is ugly, a bustling street full of traffic during the day, its back street, is likely to be a sewage-ridden alley.

The main store of the Sichuan flavor fragrant pot chain is located in such a location.

The main entrance is facing the famous commercial street in the old city, a prime location where you can make a fortune selling flatbread, and when the back door opens, it is a small alley only two or three meters wide, barely accommodating a car to pass through.

Due to the large number of food shops on this street, the back street has become a drain channel, and the ground is oily, and the walls of the residential buildings on the other side are blackened by smoke.

Two lights lit up in the distance at the mouth of the alley, and four small flying tigers slowly drove from the mouth of the alley.

In the back of each little Flying Tiger was a few large plastic buckets that were half a person tall, and the viscous liquid in the plastic buckets exuded a disgusting, greasy smell that smelled like a lot of spoiled food mixed with sewer sludge.

It shook slightly as the car moved forward, and from time to time food scraps floated to the surface of the bucket.

These cars pass by the back door of each restaurant, will stop for a while, someone in the restaurant comes out, wears a mask, carries a bucket or two to the store, and then sneakily gives money to the other driver, and then the small convoy restarts and continues to drive forward slowly.

On the third floor of the residential building next to it, there was a room with a black hole, but there were several people, holding long guns and short cannons, shooting at the moving vehicles below.

"Our Taili intelligence is really accurate, these unscrupulous merchants are really using oil from the sewer...... By the way, what's it called? Gutter oil?"

"Don't shoot them all! As it says, just shoot one!"

"Understood. But if you want me to say, these unscrupulous businessmen should all be exposed! How many people will be harmed if this kind of gutter oil is eaten!"

Another person's 'policy level' is obviously much higher, and he said: "What do you know? It's all exposed, not to mention how much pressure there is in Taiwan, this commercial street will be abandoned first, who will dare to come in the future? How big is the loss? Let's expose the biggest one, called Knocking on the Mountain and Shaking the Tiger, and the other businesses, knowing that they are being targeted, naturally they don't dare to commit crimes against the wind." Besides, the law doesn't blame the public, you are exposed, which means that you are not exposed, and only pick the worst one to expose and dispose of it......"

As he spoke, the convoy below had stopped at the back door of the 'Sichuan flavor fragrant pot', and almost three of the four cars were filled with gutter oil.

"Fuck me, how much gutter oil does this house use a day, and I often come to this house with my girlfriend to eat...... Uh-uh-uh......"

"Uh-, snap snap!"

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At noon the next day, in a private seat in the Sichuan flavor incense pot, several people with fierce eyes sat around a table at a glance.

A large signature incense pot is boiling with a thick red oil that exudes an enticing aroma that makes people feel appetizing, and the table is full of all kinds of hot dishes.

"Da Ping, come on, come on, brother, toast you!" an old thug raised his glass to the middle-aged thug sitting at the top.

The one who got started was the 'Daping' who squatted with Zhao Zejun.

"It's done. Da Ping drank dry, sandwiched a chopstick beef, and soaked it in the pot a few times.

After a little hesitation, he swallowed it in one gulp.

"Look at your food! Hungry ghost reincarnated. I heard that you were treated well in the number this time, and you have eaten all the roast duck?" asked another thug.

"That's, not only eat roast duck, Lao Tzu still sleeps with seven or eight women in the number, playing mahjong every day, believe it or not?" Da Ping laughed.

He deliberately said such an exaggeration, of course the people around him didn't believe it, "You just brag about it." ”

"......Ahh

"What's the matter, you're blowing your belly?" the thug next to him helped him, half-jokingly.

"It's not...... No...... Oh, no......" Da Ping's face suddenly became ugly, pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and he bent over and said, "My stomach hurts so much...... Damn it...... I'm going to go to the toilet......"

After speaking, he left the table and ran to the bathroom.

"I just let it out of the trumpet, and I don't like it when I eat it greasy. The others smiled and continued to eat.

After a while, Da Ping came back, just sat down, made a few jokes, and his face changed again.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I still have to go!" Ohira rushed out again.

I don't know if it's because I ate too much, or if it's a psychological suggestion, the gangster who has the best relationship with him sitting next to him suddenly changed his face and covered his stomach: "Fuck, how can shit still be contagious, no, I have to go ...... too"

"You're eating, what are you talking about!, go, go!" the people around laughed and scolded.

After a while, Da Ping came back, his face was pale, he looked at the empty seat next to him, and asked, "Hey, where is Xiao Mao?"

"He's squatting in the toilet too......"

"Damn, what's going on......" said as he spoke, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Ohira, you're not going to go again, are you?"

"This ...... Hey, fuck, what the hell!" Ohira grabbed his legs, twisted his ass and rushed to the toilet.

It's okay now, I've only eaten half of the meal, and I watched Daping and Xiaomao take turns running towards the toilet.

The rest of the people didn't have the heart to eat, you look at me, I look at you, and finally looked at the cauldron on the table.

"It can't be today's dish, is it?"

"I eat it fresh. ”

"We have no problem eating, why are they just running away?"

"It's hard to say, everyone's physique is different. ”

As he spoke, Da Ping and Xiao Mao came back with each other's arms.

"You guys eat first, I'm really sorry, I'll go to the hospital, and if I continue like this, I'm going to be wasted." Ohira struggled to walk out.

"Brother Da Ping, wait a minute, I guess there is a problem with this pot, you take a bag of soup and go to check it, so that the boss will not admit it!" Xiao Mao took a plastic bag, filled a bag of soup and handed it to Da Ping.

Da Ping nodded: "Okay, then you eat slowly...... I'll go first......"

"Do you want to send you, can you?" asked a few thugs with concern.

"It's okay, I can't pull anything out anyway, so I just take a taxi to the hospital first. ”

Daping went to the toilet more often, Xiao Mao only went three times, and he was a little energetic, after sitting down, he slapped the table heavily, "What are you Obi, waiter, call your boss to me!"