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Just tonight, also in the city, Luo Zhiqi, the eldest son of Tengtai in the north of the city, was sitting at the same table with Song Shan, the head of the Tobacco Bureau, relying on his father's relationship.

Although the protagonists don't have any friendship with each other, relying on the friends at the table to match each other, the atmosphere is quite good.

During this period, Luo Zhiqi did not say anything about the current situation of the Chengbei Cigarette Factory, and Song Shan also pretended not to know anything, and accompanied Luo Zhiqi to play haha.

Even though both of them were like mirrors in their hearts, they knew what was going on tonight, but they didn't say a word about it.

Because Luo Zhiqi knew in advance that the cigarette factory project being prepared in the north of the city was stranded, and Song Shan did not secretly instruct him even if he knew about it. Because it was ugly, it was enough for Luo Zhiqi and the others to be blinded by letting his son and Kong Ying explain, and he didn't need his rank to make a move at all.

Coming over today, Luo Zhiqi's goal is very clear. It's not a big deal, since we can sit at the same table and eat, it means that there is still room for negotiation, what you want, draw the line, and I'll be done.

This is also his Luo Zhiqi's consistent style, he is not like his father Luo Zhengtai who has the golden mean, and he has nothing to do to ponder and ponder thick black learning. He prefers to solve problems simply and directly.

In general, his goal was achieved, after all, Song Shan did not show any disgust during the whole process, and accepted the "small gift" from Xiao Luo.

Of course, there is Luo Zhiqi who took the initiative to apologize here, and there is also a sense of "small gift". But at the same time, if it weren't for Luo Zhengtai's relationship to find so many lobbyists with enough weight, would this be possible?

It seems that giving gifts can easily solve the problem, but if there are not so many energetic people to match, Luo Zhiqi just wants to give gifts, does he have this opportunity?

Seeing that the matter was done, and when the obstacle was about to be cleared, Song Jun, who was just about to get up and leave the table, saw a strange phone call.

In less than ten seconds, he always had a warm smile on his face, and his expression was indescribably gloomy.

"What's wrong with the mountain, what kind of expression do you have?"

A middle-level official who also served in the main department in the city saw that Song Shan's face was not good, so he asked.

"My son was shot in Wolong Pond!"

Song Shan's answer can almost be regarded as gritting his teeth and spitting out. And his eyes that seemed to be about to kill happened to be sitting on Luo Zhiqi opposite.

When Luo Zhiqi heard this, he raised his head and looked at him, his eyes clear and open.

"Let's go first!" Song Shan, who loved his son, threw such a sentence, and he didn't care about greeting others, so he got up and left with his bag, and the secretary hurriedly jumped up and followed him quickly.

"Xiao Luo, this thing is really ......"

The middle-level official in the city looked at Luo Zhiqi before, and said in a tone that it was not regret or complaint.

"Uncle Xiang, you said that if someone from my side did this, do I have to ask Wen Bo to pull down his old face and ask you uncles for help today?"

Zeng Rui was squatting in the detention center, Zhang Peng from the Chengbei Prison was not released, and Ye Ji's eldest brother outside was left with the most thoughtful and mature Yida.

Luo Zhiqi knew very well that such a brainless thing could not come from Yida's handwriting. So now he replied with confidence in the relationship he had so hard to find.

"Alas, let's not talk about it for now, let's go to the hospital together to see what's going on!" The middle-aged man, known as Uncle Xiang, shook his head and walked out of the door with a step, and most of the others followed to the hospital.

The first hospital in the city, outside the rescue room.

When Song Shan arrived, the door was already full of people.

The Song family is also a well-known family in the city, although Song Shan is a leader in the Tobacco Bureau, but the Song family has the same status as him There are several in the Seven Cities.

No, as soon as they heard the news that Song Jun had been shot, the relatives who were close to them all rushed over, and of course, those businessmen who had asked for Song Shan also rushed to the scene with the smell.

There was a commotion in the whole corridor, and Song Jun's mother, who rushed to the scene as soon as possible, had already fainted at the door crying.

Luo Zhiqi, who arrived later, did not look good, although he didn't know who did it this time, but he could clearly feel that it was impossible for him to easily eat the cigarette factory project for the time being.

"Whoa!"

It didn't take long for Song Jun to be pushed out of the rescue room, and he closed his eyes before the anesthetic medicine had passed, estimating that he didn't expect such a big scene.

After all, after all, he was just a little scraped by the reckless shot of the curling youth, and he had a little piece of iron on his leg, which was not a big deal at all.

Seeing that Song Jun was actually fine, everyone in the corridor breathed a sigh of relief.

"Song Bureau, today's matter..."Luo Zhiqi walked towards Song Shan.

Song Shan waved his hand to interrupt Luo Zhiqi's words, and said with his eyes level: "Xiao Luo, it's understandable that you want to make money in business, but look at the current situation?" My youngest son has been sent to the hospital emergency room for your sake. Isn't it a bit too much for you to make it easier for me to do it? ”

"That's right! That's right, too! It's me who is abrupt, Song Bureau, we'll contact you another day. Luo Zhiqi also realized that now was not the time to talk, so he prepared to leave.

And just as he turned around, Song Shan replied in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Xiao Luo! Earn a lot of money, take a lot of risks. We built a cigarette factory to revitalize the economy of the northern suburbs of the city, not to make the northern suburbs of the city a slaughterhouse, do you understand? ”

Luo Zhiqi was stunned for a moment, but he quickly replied: "Okay, I understand the Song Bureau, if I don't understand the whole thing, I won't trouble you again." ”

"Go, go, go!" Song Ju waved his hand casually.

Walking out of the hospital, Luo Zhiqi lit a cigarette, and his face turned completely dark.

Five minutes later, Xiao Cao drove a Range Rover to pick him up in the car.

"Is there a clue to Song Jun's case?"

Luo Zhiqi asked in a deep voice with a cigarette in his hand.

Xiao Cao replied truthfully according to the information he had: "For the time being, there are no too accurate clues, the monitoring of the incident area has been adjusted, and the Wuling Hongguang driven by the suspect is a deck, and the driver and the two people who did it are wearing masks." It's hard to capture useful information purely from behavioral perspectives. ”

"So, the other party is quite experienced?" Luo Zhiqi asked with a frown.

"Not really! The security officer called up the surveillance and found that the van had opened the window once before the start and bought two popsicles. The old man who sells popsicles has been invited to the city's security bureau, and it is said that the portrait has been made and will soon enter the investigation stage. ”

"Whew!" Luo Zhiqi leaned his head against the seat, spit out a big puff of cigarette out of the car window, and replied with a somewhat hideous face: "Okay, as long as there is news, we will continue to check." I also want to know which one doesn't know death and dares to pull teeth from Lao Tzu in the north of the city! ”