A few days passed, and Fang Guyan returned to Yancheng, even more depressed than when he went to Chengdu.

He really didn't know whether his luck should be too good or too bad, and before he could enter the courtyard of the headquarters, he heard a commotion inside.

The inspection bureau came to Jiangdongwei to check the accounts.

Jiang Dongwei's various accounts have always been done by Wang Yinghui, she did not graduate in a regular way, and there are inevitably not enough details in her writing. The fat man at the head of the inspection bureau flipped through the account books, the smile on his face became colder and colder, and finally slapped the table and said sharply: "There are problems with business tax, enterprise income tax, and stamp duty, and they are big problems. Let me tell you, this time it is not easy for anyone to intercede, the circumstances of tax evasion are serious, and the relevant responsible persons will have to go to jail! ”

"We do our duty to do business, and we have always had a lot of tax money, so if you want to check it, check it! If you really have nothing to do and make up something to get me arrested, I did all the accounts here alone. Wang Yinghui replied lightly.

"What do you mean by having nothing to do with something? Can Lao Tzu still change the account book and harm your company? "That fat man is usually offered everywhere, and this time he came to Jiangdongwei to make trouble, and when he saw Wang Yinghui's bad attitude, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Director Qian, who are you going to be?" Wang Yinghui asked.

The fat man sneered and said nothing, and when he finished checking the accounts, he listened to his subordinates report a few words in a low voice, and suddenly came to his senses, "Sister Wang, the legal representative is also you, right?" There's no way to do it this time, let's go! Come back with us and explain the problem clearly! ”

A bunch of five big and three thick Jiangdong security guards next to him saw that he was going to take someone on the spot, and scolded and surrounded him, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Any one of these Lian family members is afraid that they can stab Director Qian and his subordinates to death with their fingers. The fat man was startled and shouted, "What do you want to do?" Rebellion? No more kings? ”

"Don't move, I'm not afraid of crooked shadows, I'll go with them." Wang Yinghui said astringently.

"It's fucking bullying!" A man from the Mo family stared at him, panting, and wanted to split that fat face in half with his big open tablet hand.

"If you do business, you have to be checked by us, this is a natural thing, what is bullying? Do I have the time to bully you? The fat man yelled inwardly and motioned to his subordinates to take Wang Yinghui to walk.

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Wang Yinghui walked down the stairs step by step, thinking that her husband and the veterans were far away, Chen Mo didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and her heart was inevitably sad.

In the last few stairs, Wang Yinghui slipped and rushed forward. The fat man thought that he was a thief and wanted to escape, so he immediately reached out and pulled her by the hair, pulling her to the sky, and the back of her head slammed on the stairs with a muffled sound.

"Still want to run?!" The fat man drank majestically.

Wang Yinghui sat up with her head in her hands, only to feel that the world was spinning in front of her, her face became pale, and she couldn't even stand up.

She was so tired from living that she didn't know how she could hold on and for how long.

"I'm your ancestors for eighteen generations!" A hoarse roar sounded, and Fang Guyan rushed from the gate, slapping his palm on Director Qian's face.

The fat man's face was full of blood, and the whole person flew up, flipping several times in the air, hitting the top of the stairs like a ball, and fainting on the spot.

"Call the police! Arrest them all! The second person in the inspection bureau screamed.

Fang Guyan rushed to him, slapped him with his backhand and spun him on the spot a few times, spitting out seven or eight bloody big teeth, and he also lost consciousness.

"Carry them away and get out of here!" Fang Guyan glanced at the remaining tax officers and said word for word.

So it rolled, and it rolled fast.

"Sister-in-law, is it okay?" Fang Guyan helped Wang Yinghui up and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, I just don't know when it will go on like this." Wang Yinghui's eyes were red.

"Let's do it with them, after doing it, don't you want to do business anymore!" Someone roared like thunder next to him, apparently to the point where he could no longer bear it.

"Nope." Fang Guyan smiled bitterly, compared to Chengdu, what Yancheng was experiencing here was obviously nothing, "I went to the police station to turn myself in, and I said that I beat someone." If there is anything you have to do, don't do it unless you remember it. ”

There was only one person who went to Baofang Guyan that night, Pan Jinyu.

Since Sand Man Tu and the other two giants began to make trouble, the so-called cooperation project has long been suspended, and Pan Jinyu has also returned to Yancheng.

This loss is not a pain in the bones for Pan Jinyu, the only thing he can't understand is what the other party can gain by spending such a lot of money and energy to deal with Jiang Dongwei.

The captain of the criminal police brigade was extremely embarrassed when he saw that he had come in person, "Mr. Pan, it stands to reason that I can't sell your face, but the secretary of the municipal party committee happened to come to the bureau today to inspect the work, and after knowing about this matter, he attached great importance to it, saying that the personal safety of the tax collector is not guaranteed, and he will not be able to carry out his work in the future. You see, Jiang Dongwei is equivalent to hitting the muzzle of the gun......"

"I see." Pan Jinyu nodded, got up and said goodbye, without saying a word.

The captain of the criminal police brigade frowned, and he couldn't relax at all. A few more people came to the bureau a moment later, indicating that they were coming for Fang Guyan.

"Who are you? Pan Jinyu just left here, and he can't even speak, which onion do you think you are? Don't tell Lao Tzu, you have a backstage, there are people on it, that's a taste of bullshit! I am clearly putting my words here now, even if the king of heaven comes today, he can't guarantee Fang Guyan! The captain was furious, and his face turned pale.

The visitors exchanged glances with each other, and the leader smiled, as if he did not understand that he was so excited, and gestured quietly.

The captain wanted to scold again, but he was hit in the head by a jet-black and shiny American-made Colt M2000 pistol. The smell of gunpowder on the muzzle reminded him that this was a real murder weapon, not a toy.

This is in country Z, in Yancheng, how can there be such a violent scene?

The captain was sweating all over his body, and his head was almost dead.

Several uninvited guests drew their firearms, and one of them, with a cigarette in his mouth, shook his gun at the policeman sitting by the door, signaling him to close the door. The policeman was stunned, thinking that he was in the middle of some trick show, until the other party pulled up the gun and a murderous look appeared in his eyes, that Lingling shivered and honestly closed the door.

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu is a [***] ......" The leader reluctantly took out this document, first slapped a crisp slap on the captain's face, and then shook it off to show the other party, "Do you recognize the words?" Release people immediately, and remember to burn incense and make vows tomorrow morning. Don't look at me like a donkey, if you change my friend, your family will soon receive a pension. ”

The secretary of the municipal party committee who replaced Chen Mulan also has a female surname, surnamed Sun.

She has a habit of watching the news every night, but today she had to change. The visiting guests are sitting in front of them, with elegant manners and proper conversation. The female secretary is always smiling from the bottom of her heart, and his identity is the kind she can't even dream of being able to climb high.

"Being able to support the construction of Yeonseong is something I dream of." Perhaps because he has been adrift overseas for too long, the guest's Mandarin accent is very hard, lining his angular face, which looks very manly.

"Did you come back alone?" Somehow, the female secretary's heart was beating a little fast.

"Yes, I'm used to being single." The guest replied.

"Oh......" Not only was her heart beating, but the female secretary's cheeks were already feverish. She was the victim of a failed marriage, and she had never seen a man of this type before, and the primal power of conquest even made her feel her own dampness.

"Secretary Sun is related to the Chengdu Sha family, right?" The guest asked suddenly.

"How do you know?" The female secretary was extremely surprised.

"If you're single, it's easier to do a lot of things." The guest suddenly smiled meaninglessly, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

The guest slowly put on rubber gloves, and the female secretary watched his movements in amazement, only to realize that the other party only had nine fingers.

The sound of the television continued, interspersed with a few strange short movements, and the guest hummed a minor tune as the two twitching legs straightened.

The news of the Moriah delegation's visit was still in the headlines of the day, and the two countries had issued a joint communiqué announcing the establishment of diplomatic relations and cooperation in various fields such as economy and trade.

Sand Man Tu inadvertently glanced at the TV and saw the young Moria in military uniform. The camera was very short, and in a flash, the man was standing in the back row of the delegation, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

The news anchor, who has always read from the script, rarely said that Moriah Defense Minister was surprisingly young and shy.

Sharen Tu remembers that a few days ago he also seemed to have let go of the video of this country, what minister is giving a public speech. At that time, he was busy and didn't have time to watch TV, but today I realized that it was a milky and dry guy.

It is estimated that a lot of people died in the war, so it is the turn of the little ghost to take the position, right?

The sand man Tu turned off the TV with a sigh and returned his attention to Mo Hongqi.

The leading figure in the younger generation of the Mo family has now become unrecognizable, his face is covered with bruises and bruises, his eyes are swollen into flesh, and his lips are turned out in horror, like a water dog.

His legs were kicked several times, one of them broken, but he still didn't kneel.

"You are really a seed, my old sand admires you a little." The sandman smirked.

Mo Hongqi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and did not answer.

The two were in the office building of the Sha family in a prime location, Mo Hongqi was dragged in by a few men in strong suits, and there were many bone cracks on his body, and the brutal fight before coming here almost killed him.

Jiangdong Weichengdu Branch was still smashed clean in the end, this time the other party acted unscrupulously, and it was not a small role such as hooligans and gangsters, nor was it an ordinary practitioner. The only thing that comforted Mo Hongqi was that Fang Guyan had already returned to Yancheng, which meant that the headquarters would not know about the matter here for the time being.

A large number of good players of the Fang family and the Mo family were arrested in the public gate, and the uncles and uncles had already ordered to temporarily avoid the edge, and the main force returned to Zhanyang. Mo Hongqi, as a figure who pressed the scene on the side of Chengdu, was tied up here at this moment and became a prisoner. Thinking that those brothers were still lying at the door of the company, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, he almost had to bite off the roots of his teeth.

"I thought that the people of Zhanyang had three heads and six arms......" The white-haired old man sitting on the sofa admired his sleepy expression, and said coldly.

"Elder Wang, this time thanks to you for supporting my brother. South Zhanyang, North Five Peaks, really live up to its name! As soon as this master arrives, Zhanyang will not be enough to see! The Sandman Tu's eyes narrowed.

"Fortunately, my old man didn't go in person, so he left it to the apprentice to cook. Otherwise, I'm afraid everyone will have to say that I am a big bully. What about the ancient Moqing? I'm here for him, even if his son can practice kung fu and go home, what's the use of? The seniority is too low, the skills are too poor, how can you put it right with me! The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows, his expression arrogant.

"Mo Qinggu went to country M to participate in the gambling company's boxing match." The sandman smacked his lips, "Speaking of which, it's also a self-defeating thing. ”

"Then I'll have to wait for him to come back, and I'll pay a visit." The white-haired old man snorted.

This old man is a well-known master of Wufeng Mountain, named Wang Desheng, born with the surname of Unruly, and has always claimed that there are only five peaks in the hometown of national arts, and Zhanyang is just a false name.

"Has anyone from Bureau 23 contacted you during this time?" Wang Desheng asked.

"The surname Xiao is gone, and he has been replaced, and I don't know much about the specific situation, so I have to ask the hall master to know." Sharen Tu obviously didn't take this matter to heart, and watched Mo Hongqi curl up his body and vomit blood under the heavy blows of his fists and feet, and was excited.

"When the 23rd Bureau finds out the exact whereabouts of Fang Changfeng, I have something to do. It is estimated that there can be many strong people above the prefecture level on Gu Meng's side, as long as they are swept away, it will be difficult for the masters of shamanism to hide anymore. Wang Desheng's gaze became as sharp as a knife.

"Are shamanic scriptures really useful? Don't waste your efforts. Sand Man Tu said.

"If it's useless, how can the higher authorities order to deal with this security company." Wang replied coldly.

Several apprentices have always known the likes and dislikes of Wang Shengsheng, and at this time, they practiced with Mo Hongqi, and they were "Zhanyang mongrels" one by one.

"When my brother comes to me, don't pee your pants." Mo Hongqi had already been beaten insincerely, but his eyes were still as fierce as a beast.

"Scratched, wounded, wounded, dead, what other brothers do you have?" The Sandman Tu laughed, "Your boss is a stupid x, and so are you." Fight me? What to fight? Return Jiang Dongwei, defend your mother! ”

is also a member of the robe gang, and Wang Desheng's level is still above the sand slaughter. The sandman slaughtered what he liked, turned the TV to the Peking Opera station, and the two hummed and sang, so unhappy.

There was a light knock on the door three times, not in a hurry. Sharen Tu had already ordered people to prepare wine and food, and at this moment he sang proudly, got up and put on a shelf, shook his head and shouted: "Wow, who's coming?!" ”

After a long time, an answer came from outside the door: "Jiang Dongwei, Chen Mo." ”

(To be continued)