I am reborn without a pattern

Across from the "Provincial Government Compound" in Yongzhou, Lingxi Province is the Affiliated Hospital of Lingxi College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, where the orthopedics department is quite good.

Zhang Haodong's Lingxi comrades came here for treatment.

So strictly speaking, Zhang Haodong is quite familiar with this place.

The orthopedic center is as lively as ever, but it is particularly lively today. A few days ago, several sugarcane purchasing middlemen with broken arms climbed to the top floor of the inpatient building.

"Wow, classic, Brother Dong! Brains will be everywhere in a while."

The brothers of the Chen family were very excited. There was a kid named Chen Jiasheng. His father Chen Yongquan was robbed of a box of oil on the road, and his head was hit twice and six stitches were sewn.

If it weren't for Zhang Haonan's pressure, he would have planned to die with this group of "local snakes".

During this period, Zhang Zhiqin always promised to "seek justice". After enduring for half a year, he finally saw the classic scene in May this year.

"Is the one above Huang Jianfa?"

"Yes, that's the jerk who set up the checkpoint on the national highway. He also collects sugarcane and owes Uncle Shui more than three years of wages in the village. This group of losers must die!"

Chen Jiasheng cursed and thought of many ways to retaliate, but after thinking about it, he was no different from the "Wild Fire Boy" carrying a machete and being a jerk.

The level is a little lower.

These few days, Chen Jiasheng finally knew why Brother Dong listened to Brother Nan.

Brother Nan is really sharp!

Zhang Haodong is tall, nearly two meters tall and with a strong body, it is difficult for him to stand there without being noticed.

What's more, he has many legitimate identities, not the "Double Flower Red Stick" of Wujiadai Sand Food Group, which is not a road-worthy thing.

So soon someone came to greet him.

It was not a distant friend, just a secretary in the secretary-general's office of the "Provincial Government Compound" next door.

"Boss Zhang, have you just come from Leizhou?"

The little secretary is very smart. Although she doesn't have as much aura as the big secretary, she also has her own temperament.

That kind of gentle and scholarly air naturally makes people approach her.

Unlike Zhang Haonan, who is born with the attitude of "No strangers allowed" and "I love to eat people", Zhang Haodong at least looks like a human being, but his body is more oppressive.

"You are..."

Unlike Zhang Haonan, Zhang Haodong's memory is not that good. After the little secretary introduced herself, Zhang Haodong suddenly realized and said with a silly smile: "Oh~~ Secretary Luo! Hello, Secretary Luo, we had dinner together in Chikan, and Mayor Liu was there at that time."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang has a good memory..."

"Oh, Secretary Luo, don't praise me, I didn't recognize you."

"..."

I didn't praise you at all.

Secretary Luo was also a little speechless. His style was completely different from Zhang Haonan's.

"Mr. Zhang, are you here on business this time?"

"No, I heard that Huang Jianfa was going to jump off the building, so I came here to see how he died."

"..."

Secretary Luo was speechless again, and the younger brothers of the Chen family around him were even more excited.

Following Brother Dong, there is a future.

Unlike the uncles in the village, who only know how to urge the family to pay money to compile the family tree and build the ancestral hall.

Does it cost millions to compile the family tree and build the ancestral hall?

The only drawback is that following Brother Dong, you have to learn again, which is the most troublesome.

When Secretary Luo wanted to say something polite, an old man next to him asked Secretary Luo in hot Mandarin: "Handsome boy, are you a cadre?"

"Uh... I am."

You can't deny that you are not a state cadre.

"Huang Jianfa owes me more than three years' salary! I *\u0026 @%￥￥"

Insulting words were sprayed like a machine gun. When the old man was excited, he grabbed Secretary Luo's collar and said, "How hard I've been living, do you know--"

When the other two old men stopped him, the excited old man's eyes turned red and he jumped up to strangle Secretary Luo's neck.

However, there was no danger. Zhang Haodong easily separated them and said to the old man, "Grandpa Huang, calm down. It has nothing to do with Secretary Luo."

The old man just opened his eyes, opened them hard, and then panted and made a "ho ho" sound. The "ho ho" sound was very rapid, and the violent ups and downs of his chest showed his excitement.

The originally dark skin, even the wrinkles seemed to be filled with blood in an instant.

He clenched his fists so hard and bit his teeth tightly. It was an extremely unwilling anger.

He wanted to eat Secretary Luo who was hiding behind Zhang Haodong and trembling.

"Grandpa, don't be angry."

Chen Jiasheng took a bottle of water to the old man, "Huang Jianfa must be dead. Dong Ge said that even if he hides in prison, he will not survive. You don't trust others, but you don't trust Dong Ge."

"I'm sorry, Dongzi."

The anger slowly dissipated, and the old man took Chen Jiasheng's water with trembling rough hands. He moistened his throat, as if he was thirsty, and as if he was hiding his embarrassment.

After drinking two sips, he suddenly cried.

Zhang Haodong was not good at studying, but at this moment he suddenly remembered the four words "old tears" learned in school.

Behind the wages of more than three years, there will be many unbearable past events, which are not worth telling to outsiders, and I don't want to.

Secretary Luo was very embarrassed, and Zhang Haodong turned around and said to Secretary Luo: "Secretary Luo, we will leave soon and won't delay things."

Nodding, but Secretary Luo still bit the bullet and asked in a low voice: "They are..."

"Huang Jianfa is from the same county or even the same village."

“…”

Some things, after digging deeper, are a bit impolite.

Huang Jianfa is just a microcosm.

Bang!

Familiar voices, familiar exclamations, familiar ambulance sirens.

And there are also spectators who run faster than anyone else and must see the face of the deceased with their own eyes.

“Good death! Good death——”

The old man with his fists clenched looked like a crazy madman. At this moment, most people would have the idea of ​​“wrapping it up”, but the old man of the Huang family would not really eat any “human blood buns”.

He just wanted to vent.

Enjoy this moment that he had never thought of before.

Joy...

He even clapped his hands, howled in his mouth, and then said a long string of words in a difficult dialect, mumbling, even more crazy.

It seemed to be a eulogy, but it was obviously not read to this fresh corpse.

Some of the onlookers were physically uncomfortable, while others were still tiptoeing to see how the death was.

Bang!

Another one.

"Good death! Good death! Hahahahahahaha..."

The old man of the Huang family was so happy that he danced with joy, and the police, who had been alert for a long time, took him away.

The old man did not resist and let himself be dragged away. Then he hummed the classic play "Chen Shimei Does Not Recognize His Wife" in the police car. He really liked this.

He only knew this, so when he was happy, he just hummed a few paragraphs.

There was no puppet in his hand, but he was also fiddling with his fingers.

Very happy.

"Dongzai——"

Through the fence of the police low-speed electric patrol car, the old man shouted at the tall Zhang Haodong in the distance.

Zhang Haodong just waved his hand and looked at the third "flying man".

Today, these three are all small roles, the "black gloves" of the second generation of the local county town, but they are a bit too black, and even the wages of the "sugarcane farmers" from the Huang family are also blackmailed.

It lasted for more than three years, and it was so outrageous that Zhang Haodong went from not understanding to being used to it in just a month.

He thought that some local bosses in Shacheng were already bad enough, but he didn't expect that there were even better masters among the masters among the masters.

It was also because of these superficial experiences that he was re-educated, but not in terms of experience, but in terms of his intuitive understanding of the old man's power.

"Thank you--"

The old man shouted again, and a few rotten teeth in his mouth were exposed because of his bright smile, which made him look very ugly.

"Thank you, Dongzai--"

Then he stopped being crazy, just sitting in the "Purple Gold" low-speed electric patrol car, and asked the black-faced policeman: "Comrade, can I have a cigarette?"

At this moment, his Mandarin reached its peak and was very standard.

In the end, he smoked a cigarette, a branded product, a "real dragon" that had been out for less than two years.

Blurred eyes, hunched body, crossed legs, bent over, elbows on knees, as the smoke curled, the old man looked at the cars and people coming and going in the distance, and heard another loud noise, he said calmly: "Good business today, four losers."

"..."

"..."

The police were speechless, and Secretary Luo, who came over to say something comforting, was in a bad mood.

The calm old man was like an oil painting, but he was more like a sculpture when he was motionless.

Compared with the previous madness, the absurdity made Secretary Luo unable to calm down for a long time.

Like a dream.

He actually knew everything, just like the old man surnamed Huang in front of him.

But what if you know it?

Sometimes knowing it but being powerless is a torture.

"Brother Dong, it's gone, just four."

Seeing someone on the top floor rescue the group performing "Flying Man", Chen Jiasheng was a little disappointed.

He knew that compared with the "21 consecutive jumps", Huang Jianfa was just a small role, but only Huang Jianfa and his younger brother sewed six stitches on his father's head.

So Chen Jiasheng only wanted to watch Huang Jianfa's performance, and was not interested in the rest.

"Okay, let's go after watching. Can you work harder in the afternoon?"

"Don't worry, Brother Dong, I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

Chen Jiasheng was smiling, but in fact he was very hardworking and listened to advice.

Last year, this kid planned to tattoo a "Pipi Shrimp Playing Basketball" on his body, but in the end he didn't get a tattoo because of the company's regulations.

The eldest brother in the family, Chen Jiahe, also washed his girlfriend's name.

The way of washing was a bit rough, the spatula was burned directly when it was red, which was like to torture himself.

In the end, he stayed in the hospital for three months because of infection...

These jokes and interesting things are also constantly reshaping the Chen family. The "fighting and killing" in the rivers and lakes began to decline, and now everyone is "looking at money".

After all, every time the big boss, the big brother "Brother Haonan" comes over, or every time we meet for dinner, he will ask if you have made money recently.

Making money is the first priority.

The little sister can have it whenever she wants.

A poor person is worse off than a piece of firewood.

The pretty girls in the milk tea shop all say this...

After watching the excitement, Zhang Haodong called Zhang Zhiqin: "Uncle, I'm in Nanzhou."

"The bank people are here too, let's contact them then."

"Okay."

"Zhang Nan will come on the 18th, he has a week off."

"..."

Before, Zhang Haonan said that he would come to Leizhou after the "full moon wine", but it turned out to be bullshit. He had a lot of fun at home and directly stood up a lot of people in Leizhou.

In order to receive Zhang Haonan, Yangcheng formed a luxurious delegation, and so did Yongzhou, and sent people to Leizhou in advance.

The three days were scheduled for the 13th, 14th and 15th. After eating in Yangcheng, they continued to eat in Leizhou. After the Leizhou dinner, the next stop was Yongzhou.

All were luxurious banquets.

The show can be small, but the chefs must be of high level.

The head chef of "Bai Honghu" in Yangcheng brought the entire team and stopped the hotel's foreign guests for half a month.

Now that the three things are in hand, there is no fear that someone in the local area will take advantage of the issue.

First of all, the State Council has repeatedly confirmed that Boss Zhang did play a big game with "Louis Dreyfus" and did get a large piece of arable land and virgin land in Brescia.

Just this income disrupted the State Council's plan for visits this year, but instead discussed the visit schedule with the Brescia Embassy in advance.

There is a give and take, Lula will come, but he has agreed to meet "Dear Mr. Siegel", which means that the itinerary of the Brescia President's visit to China is a bit special.

Boss Zhang reluctantly agreed. There was no other way. The people from the State Council came to the "full moon wine" to congratulate, and they also gave each of the six children a gift.

This is not a private gift, it must be registered in the annual expenditure of the State Council.

The last bit of the Shacheng Municipal Government that felt like it could use its brains was gone.

As for the crap that hurt the feelings of overseas compatriots, that's shit. As long as the Liuqiu investors who came to Shacheng are the running dogs of Zhang Haonan's running dogs, their level is not high.

Secondly, the State Council originally wanted to do a good job in investigating the local "shadow banking". The complexity and concealment of the underground economy are difficult to quantify by conventional means.

But it's different when it's exposed.

Because it's a legal issue at this time.

It's easy to investigate the "illegal fundraising case" all the way.

These are cases that the economic investigation has been following for two or three years, and the average number of people involved in each case is more than 270.

In just ten days, more than 20 private "shadow banks" were forced to be exposed.

Among them, two "bank presidents" took the initiative to surrender. They are both second-generation local veterans who "stopped in time". Whether they can keep their money is not important at this time, but saving their lives is important.

The State Council can take this opportunity to rectify the independent "economic entities" in Lingxi Province. Some major projects have been delayed in Lingxi Province because the complexity of the local situation is too abnormal.

Involving issues at home and abroad, local clans, traditional culture, ethnic religions, etc., now a bundle of sugarcane directly makes many people chew from May to November.

Speaking of "sugar" alone, it is actually not that destructive.

The key lies in the chain reaction and the panic brought by the "God of Wealth", followed by the "21 consecutive jumps" and the total deterrence of four consecutive shots. No one dares to be so conceited as to think that they will definitely be fine.

Because everyone has to shrink to save their lives, all kinds of "bank runs", "jumping off buildings" and "betraying" are happening one after another. This is the chaos at this moment.

But for the central government, this is nothing.

As long as it is not a rebellion against killing officials, it is not a big problem.

Moreover, it is so cool to be able to reshape the central authority now. Everyone in the State Council loves "Comrade Zhang Haonan". Such a fierce general is the most useful "magic weapon" in any dynasty.

Finally, the development of the sugar industry will not be frustrated. On the contrary, because the bad debts of the past will be directly passed. With the addition of overseas production capacity, after the planting output reaches 220 million tons in the future, the risk of the sugar industry will be reduced to the lowest level in history.

And this means the first breakthrough in the bargaining power of bulk commodity trade other than staple food.