Three days after the incident, many people are still talking about it. Lu Dahong, the chairman of the Dingxin Group, was frightened to escape from the bar. These have become two major "news" that are on the way together with Guan Jianjun being thrown from the upper floor. Under this, Guan Guan took the initiative to jump out of the window and Lu Feng and Mo Wei being thrown down seemed insignificant.

Lu Dahong did not enjoy the treatment of a flying man in the air because he was Zhao Ya's biological father. Although his surname was with his mother, the blood in his bones could not be erased. For Zhao Ya's sake, Zhang Shidong did not let Lu Dahong walk through the window.

Zhang Jun became famous. Now, who doesn’t know Zhang Jun’s name in Pingjiang City, and dares to compete with the housekeeper, ignore the Mo family, and force the new Lu Dahong to escape. Everything Zhang Shidong did was placed on Zhang Jun’s head. Some people said he was too arrogant, some said he was arrogant, but some people said he had a deep background. In short, no one in Pingjiang knew you overnight.

Dare to fight, fight, and dare to bear, are not heroes. Only those who can stop mentioning this matter for three days without any movement is their ability.

In the face of Zhang Jun's strength in three aspects, they chose to endure. There was no movement for three days. The strong butler was so strong that he stopped. The Mo family, who was protecting his son, also chose to remain silent. Lu Dahong even put Lu Feng in the hospital and disappeared.

Who is behind Zhang Jun? Ordinary people always take Zhang Jun’s small deputy section level seriously, and always wonder if there are big bosses above supporting him.

People within the system know how powerful a deputy director of a central branch has. Some time ago, the provincial department's surprise operation against the branch made everyone in the central branch fall into Goddan, and many cadres were suddenly taken down. Almost all newly promoted people in the entire branch are either external transfers or promotions on the spot. This also gave Zhang Jun a good opportunity to win over a large number of rootless duckweeds who were promoted on the spot and take over a large number of subordinates. In addition, his own outstanding prestige, he had the capital to raise his arms for a short time in office in the central branch.

Within the scope of his authority, he can really make great achievements in what he wants to do. The power in his hands gives him the innate superiority of his own career. No one will like the police, no one will be unafraid of the police. He is determined to do things. The people below cooperate. No one in the central branch or even the municipal bureau dares to underestimate him.

Power and money are always on the money.

Only a very small number of people knew that Zhao Meiru was involved, and only a very small number of people understood that 90% of the reason for this matter was that she spoke behind her back, but after the feud, was it so easy to resolve it?

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, and the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are flat.

Looking at the half-mountain area of ​​the river at the source of the city, the most luxurious villa area in Pingjiang has been built, which is arranged in an orderly manner on the gentle slopes of the Nanshan Mountain.

The butler, more than ten years ago, was in the entire Beihai Province. No one knew that many big brothers who are still lingering in the world now grew up under the glory of the butler.

At the entrance of a villa located in the top of the slope, deep cars were paired with men with serious black suits and sunglasses. In the brightly lit villa, there was a long table that was enough for dozens of people to sit in. Guan Jianjun was sitting in a wheelchair with bandages tied on his arms, bandages on his legs, and several bandages on his face. He was like a cold sculpture, and he was shouting that Jun Ge Jun and Jun walked into the villa, silently holding a cigarette, waiting for him to speak.

For an hour or two, Guan Jianjun sat there without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the villa became more and more serious.

"Brother Jun, I'll do this." A thin man sitting next to Guan Jianjun was wearing a very ordinary street T-shirt. He was the first to come in and sat there with Guan Jianjun, not smoking, talking, and without expression. But no one in the villa dared to underestimate him. As the leader of the "service" organization, the thin ghost always collects money and does things. He has a group of ruthless guys who dare to take on various crimes at any time. If he wants to do it, he really has to ignore Zhang Jun's identity and follow the rules of the world.

Teng, everyone stood up.

"I'm paying one million."

"I can have a million."

"I have someone here."

"I will arrange it in China."

"I'll arrange it when leaving the country."

When doing things, the most ruthless thing is to mobilize them. There is no room for maneuver. If you have one leg, you will never mistakenly take your hand. If something happens, one link will be arranged in advance. Whoever has a problem will be handled. The rigorous procedures may even exceed the rules. Everyone has followed this through the inheritance for many years.

A slightly dragging footstep sounded. On the stairs, the bald Tang costume old man walked down slowly with the railing. His expression was not calm, but he just used the sound of footsteps to make the entire villa quiet.

"Why don't you talk anymore? Say it!" Just the change in tone made the people present hang their heads, which shows that the power the bald old man has here is not only brought about by his status.

Guan Jianjun, who had never spoken or moved, suddenly spoke: "At this point, I suspect that Zhang Shidong is related to the army. We cannot lose the big picture because of small things. We cannot get into such a trap."

The thin ghost's eyes were bloodshot and said angrily: "Brother Jun, you can't be beaten in vain. I, the thin ghost, have nothing to do with anyone. Master Ying, please give me a word."

The bald old man Eagle dragged his lame leg down the stairs and came to the thin ghost. He raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "When will the butler be the one you thin ghost will decide."

The thin ghost quickly lowered his head, not daring to resist at all. The fingerprints on his face and the blood on the corners of his mouth were as if he had not felt it. He looked at the ground coldly and clenched his fists.

Master Ying looked around for a while, and everyone lowered their heads under the eyes of those shiny eyes. The housekeeper was never 'black'. The housekeeper was always just a man in the martial arts world: "You are all getting better now. People in cities, counties and towns respectfully call you big brothers. There are many brothers who are willing to work hard for you. Their pockets are getting bigger and more women. Even the lakeside can't stop you from expanding your territory. OK, okay, they are not the little monkeys of the past, they all have companies, they are bosses..."

"Master Eagle!"

"Master Eagle!"

Master Ying waved his hand and said, "Okay, I feel that my identity is precious, so there are no guests here."

The thin ghost was the first to react and pointed at the bosses: "The messy people outside you have been removed. I am resting. I still can't show how rich you are and how many people you are."

Only then did everyone realize that they were used to entering and leaving the crowd on weekdays, but where was this? It was the base camp of the housekeeper. They took out their phone calls and ordered their subordinates to leave quietly, so as not to disturb the neighbors nearby.
Chapter completed!