Chapter Seventy-Three: Interrogation!
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Everyone in the bar was shocked by Zhong Shao's actions, and after Zhong Shao threw Han Qiusheng down, he jumped down from the second floor and smashed directly into the billiard table on the first floor.
Zhong Shao smashed on the billiard table, rolled on his side with a cat, and then stood up, but this time he still injured a little, after all, the billiard table was smashed.
Han Qiusheng's situation was even worse, the whole person was lying on the floor and curled up together, like a dead dog, unable to move.
Zhong Shao walked over slowly, grabbed Han Qiusheng's arm and wanted to turn him over. Things can be troubled, but they can't be big, Zhong Shao has always controlled the proportions, but he is afraid that something will happen to Han Qiusheng.
Unexpectedly, Han Qiusheng suddenly turned around from the ground, and stabbed Zhong Shao with a knife in his hand. The knife was found after he fell, but I didn't expect this cheap * to be so yin and deceive Zhong Shao by pretending to be dead.
Fortunately, Zhong Shao's eyes were sharp, and he dodged in time after discovering it, but because he used his palm to block the knife, he was still drawn a deep blood line.
After Zhong Shao dodged, he grabbed the black folding chair next to him and smashed it at Han Qiusheng, knocking Han Qiusheng directly to the ground.
At this time, Yin Feng and Yi Yi both rushed down, they all saw the situation just now, and the bar manager also walked down, but seeing Han Qiusheng lying on the ground, he also did not choose to step forward.
Yi Yi rushed over and pulled a towel from the bar and wrapped Zhong Shao's palm, then took out the phone and dialed out: "Hey, is it Uncle Zhang?" I'm Yiyiβ"
Han Qiusheng seemed to have recovered his strength, got up from the ground and leaned on the sofa on the side.
Yi greeted him for a few words, and then went straight to the point.
"Uncle Zhang, that's the case, can the land of the newly developed project in Pukou be sold to Su Qihang?"
"Don't!" Han Qiusheng shouted loudly.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I will say a few kind words for you in front of my dad when I go back." Yi Yi hung up the phone with a sneer, looked up at Han Qiusheng and said, "That person promised to give you the land in Pukou, and I can also take it back." β
"What's wrong with bullying you? It's just that he clearly wants to bully you, you kind of dog and human power, you won't remember it for a long time if you don't beat you up all at once. Yi Yi sneered and said, "How is it?" If the land in Pukou is developed, it can really make people rich overnight. You're already up and running there, and the equipment is ready, right? It's a pityβ"
Yi Yi took two steps, lowered his head and looked at Han Qiusheng and said, "Those things, everything you put in, all went down the drain. β
"Su Qihang," Yi Yi glanced at Su Qihang, and said: "That piece of land is given to you, and it will be done within a year, I hope that Jiangsu's political achievements can be seen soon. β
"If you don't have any money, come to me." Yan Feng nodded at Su Qihang.
Su Qihang didn't know what to say in the face of sudden good luck, this is really a pie-in-the-sky thing.
"Thank you...... Thank you. β
Zhong Shao walked over and stood in front of Han Qiusheng, and asked expressionlessly, "Who is it?" β
Han Qiusheng suddenly seemed to be crazy and laughed wildly.
"Zhong Shao, you have the ability to kill me! I know you don't dare, if you have the ability, you will kill me! β
Zhong Shao dragged Han Qiusheng up from the ground, pressed his upper body to make him stand with his body hunched, Zhong Shao flew over and hit Han Qiusheng's kidney, and Han Qiusheng fell to the ground.
After Han Qiusheng fell to the ground, Zhong Shao immediately dragged him up again, making him stand in front of him with his waist hunched, Zhong Shao lunged forward, and an elbow hit Han Qiusheng's neck, directly smashing him to the ground.
The wretched will have something to hate.
Zhong Shao kept repeating this sentence to himself in his heart, and now it seems that Han Qiusheng is pitiful, people tend to blindly feel pity and sympathy for the weaker side, and instead cover up the true fairness and morality.
If Zhong Shao hadn't dialed that phone number for Xiao Fei, now Zhong Shao and the three of them would have already become the souls of someone else's knife, and that top-secret information would also not be handed over to it. Today, if he has no power and no ability, he is the one who is being beaten on the ground now, maybe he will be even more cruel than himself.
So Zhong Shao has always said to himself, never be soft-hearted, how many traps has he strayed into because of this along the way? Sympathy and friendliness should be divided into objects, and sympathy for the enemy is cruelty to oneself. To be kind to the bad guys is to hurt the good guys. How many tragedies have happened because too many people are blindly kind to others? Therefore, we advocate kindness, but kindness also needs to be divided.
Zhong Shao walked over and stood in front of Han Qiusheng, stretched out his right foot and stepped on Han Qiusheng's left palm.
Even now, Zhong Shao didn't do it immediately. He didn't say anything because he was waiting, but Han Qiusheng obviously gave up this opportunity.
"Crunch-"
With a crisp sound, Han Qiusheng's first finger was stepped on by Zhong Shao.
"You demon, he won't spare you!"
"Crunch-"
Second finger.
Han Qiusheng extinguished the fire and lay on the ground without saying a word.
"Crunch-"
The third finger.
Han Qiusheng still didn't say anything, Zhong Shao moved his foot to the fourth finger, and was about to step on it, but suddenly heard Han Qiusheng say softly.
"Wait a minute."
After dealing with the matter of the golden bottle, Zhong Shao first sent Yin Feng and Yi Yi home, and then prepared to go home.
After Han Qiusheng finished saying that, he was like a deflated ball, and he explained everything at once, Zhong Shao was not a person who was unforgiving, after knowing who was the mastermind behind the scenes, he asked the bar manager to send Han Qiusheng to the hospital, and then Zhong Shao and they left the bar directly.
Zhong Shao greeted Uncle Rong and Xiaoliu and then entered the house by himself, and the two of them refused to leave until they sent Zhong Shao home.
The lights in the house were all off, and everyone was already asleep.
Zhong Shao dragged his tired body and slowly climbed to the third floor, originally he thought that the matter was over, but the facts told him that it was obviously not the case.
The mastermind behind Han Qiusheng's confession turned out to be a Beijing disciple, who only knew the surname Li, but did not have a specific name, and it seemed that there were several people in the middle.
Beijing?
Thinking of this, there is only one possibility for things.
The mastermind behind this surnamed Li should be related to Yun Ni and them, and it seems that they are likely to be enemies. Han Qiusheng confessed that he was only ordered to attack Zhong Shao there in exchange for the right to develop the project in Pukou, and he had promised Su Qihang that he could get part of the project from it, and Yi Yi also deduced from this that Han Qiusheng and the mastermind behind the scenes had an exchange of conditions, so there was such a scene.
In addition to these, Han Qiusheng also explained an important matter.
In addition to him, it is likely that there will be another person behind the scenes who is preparing to assassinate Zhong Shao, but so far this group of people has not appeared.
Standing at the door of the room, Zhong Shao shook all the messy thoughts in his mind before opening Ningmeng's door and walking in.
Turning on the light and looking at the countless cat dolls in the room, as well as the empty bed, Zhong Shao sat down on the edge of the bed and pillowed his head on the bed.
She loves cats the most.
She is very weak, how can such a bloody thing make her reconcile?
Ningmeng, where the hell are you?
Before you know it, tears are soaking through a large sheet of bed.