Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Half of the employees of Changxing Electric Vehicles are from Qilu, and another 30% are from Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan.

The canteen is a place where people decide what to order, and the meals provided are mainly Shandong cuisine and Sichuan cuisine.

Disliked that the food in the cafeteria was too salty and too oily, Li Ruoli went out to have lunch, but he didn't expect to be blocked.

Her face turned pale and she pretended to be calm, "Master Zhang, don't worry, I've already made the call. Our people have already left the gate and will be here in two minutes."

With both fists in his hands, Zhang Liang did not dare to act like a hero. He would not be beaten, and if he hurt Li Ruoli, his future prospects would be bleak.

The people in the car turned into turtles. Huang Mao had nowhere to start, so he picked up his mobile phone and reported,

"Brother Biaozi, there was a man and woman in the car. We smashed the glass, but they were determined not to get out of the car. Do you want to light the gas tank to scare them?... Oops, two vans came over, and more than 0 people got out...

"

After receiving Li Ruoli's call for help, Sun Buqi took three steps and two steps at a time, called the crowd in the duty room, and immediately rushed to the scene.

A yellow-haired gangster had already opened the fuel tank cap, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a lighter in the other.

The switch was turned to the maximum, and the flame was about 10 centimeters high. He was cursing and smiling sinisterly, pretending to light up the fuel tank.

At the critical moment, before the car had stabilized, Sun Buqi quickly opened the door and kicked Huang Mao down.

He kicked away the lighter and shouted, "Hit me, hit me hard, hit the car as hard as you can. If anything happens, it's mine!"

He was filled with hatred and fear, so he kicked Huang Mao's face with his right foot.

After a few kicks, Huang Mao's face was filled with snot, blood, and dust, and he let out a miserable cry.

The boss took the lead and got on the shelf first; the people below got excited, pulled out steel pipes, shouted slogans, and rushed towards the car.

When the large army arrived, Zhang Liang rushed into the crowd like a leopard to vent his frustration.

In less than two minutes, all the gangsters who blocked the road were lying on the ground, holding their heads and begging for mercy.

After the danger was eliminated, Li Ruoli ran out of the car, took Sun Buqi's arm, and whispered comfort, "Brother, stop fighting, someone will die!"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who really saved the suffering, finally got a moment of rest.

Huang Mao cried and begged for mercy, "Hero, spare my life... Oops, my hand is broken..."

Sun Buqi hated Huang Mao so much that he stepped on the other person's hand holding the mobile phone under his feet, and kept crushing the other person's fingers with his heel.

Li Ruoli pulled his lover's shoulders and said with a tearful voice, "Brother, please stop! I don't want you to go to jail..."

Zhang Liang came over and whispered, "Boss, I saw someone called the police. You and Manager Li leave first, I'm here."

A Qilu employee also helped, "Boss, you go first, we will finish the work here."

Sun Buqi nodded to the two of them, lowered his head, wiped off the blood on his leather shoes with his yellow-haired jacket, stared at the other person's eyes, and said coldly, "If you light up the gas tank, I will destroy your family!"

He looked around and found no camera, so he pulled Li Ruoli and quickly left the scene of the incident.

"Brother, will anyone be killed? Will something happen to you?" Li Ruoli's voice was trembling, and he picked up the phone, "I'll call my uncle. He is the principal and should know the police in Nansu."

Sun Buqi shrugged, "Everyone knows what's going on and is very restrained. Those gangsters who scream so loudly are actually just skin injuries."

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The two of them had just entered the office and had no time to bandage the wounds on their hands.

Wang Dalu came in panting, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Mr. Sun, how can you personally take action?! The group of bastards below can definitely handle such a trivial matter."

The words changed and his tone was relaxed, "As long as no one is killed, the worst case scenario is a fight, and they will be released after a few days of imprisonment. When I was in Lucheng, every summer, after drinking a few bottles of liquor, those boys would always cause trouble.

Going to the detention center is a common occurrence."

In Hong Kong movies, the younger brother takes the blame for the elder brother, but this is not uncommon in real society.

In Confucian culture, it is human nature to hide crimes for relatives. Qilu people put loyalty first, and coupled with the money offensive, there will be no trouble at all.

Sun Buqi nodded, "Old Wang, I am not suitable to come forward in this matter. You come to comfort me on my behalf. No matter what, I, Sun Buqi, will not treat you badly! These little gangsters are all thugs, and there are black hands behind them. We must

Dig them out and spare no one."

Wang Dalu hesitated, looked at Li Ruoli and Han Qing, who were worried, and nodded lightly.

Han Qing cleaned the wound with red liquid, then put a band-aid on it, and said distressedly, "When will you grow up? You are not alone now, there are thousands of us who depend on you for food."

He glanced at Li Ruoli and said, "Li Li, when he heard you were blocked, his expression changed completely. He dropped the phone and rushed downstairs, almost hitting the wall."

Li Ruoli raised his chin, "He deserves it!"

When a group of people clashed, Qiu Chengguo and Zhang Wei were nearby. They almost rushed over when they saw Huang Maodian's fuel tank;

In less than a minute, things took a turn. A group of people blocking the crowd were knocked to the ground by a group of people wearing Changxing Electric Vehicle factory uniforms.

You Qi Sun Buqi took the lead and knocked down several people. The people behind him raised the steel pipe and violently swiped the enemy's arms and thighs.

Seeing Huang Mao's blood-stained hands, the two of them gasped.

Zhang Wei gritted his teeth, "Those people were so ruthless, they didn't even care about human life."

Qiu Chengguo sighed secretly, "Even if the youngest's hand is cured, there will be sequelae. It will be a complete waste."

He was right next to him and heard the sound of bones breaking; the people below kept begging for mercy, but the wolf-like workers seemed not to hear it and did not stop at all.

Zhang Weihou was afraid, "How can this be a worker? They are more aggressive than us soldiers."

Qiu Chengguo thought for a moment, "Looking at their accents, they are not locals. They should all be from the Qilu area. There are many soldiers there, so maybe there are some of our comrades among them."

Zhang Wei's face darkened, "Da Guozi, let's go back."

At this moment, he felt that he was old, and the most important things were to find a job, live in peace, and make money to support his family.

Qiu Chengguo shook his head, with a wry smile on his face, "I'm afraid it's too late! If Biaozi admits defeat, he won't give up."

In the evening, the factories in An Town began to finish work.

The young workers chatted and laughed, left the factory, and scattered into the streets.

There was no TV in the dormitory, and there was no other leisure time except playing cards. There was no place to vent my hormones, so the money locker dance hall became a good place.

The factory that used to be bustling with activity is now deserted.

At the entrance of the ballroom, a dozen young men wearing "Changxing Electric Vehicle" factory uniforms lined up in a row, glaring at the customers who wanted to enter.

Seeing this posture, most people wisely protected themselves and turned around to leave.

Some brave young people ignored the "threats" and deliberately walked into the hall.

In the hall, it looked different again.

A "soul singer" stood on the stage and sang loudly, not a word in tune, like a devilish voice that was harsh.

Not afraid of physical blows, but afraid of mental pollution, everyone fled.

The waiter supervisor was at a loss and said, "Boss, there are people making trouble below. Do you want to call someone and kick them out?"

Da Biao had a smile on his face and thought in his heart, MMP, the group of people he raised are not in the detention center at the moment, they are just lying in the hospital. Where can they find people?

The waiter came up with a plan, "Boss, you are very familiar with Mr. Li on the street. Let's call the police."

Da Biao was indignant and said, "Those people have eaten everything and refuse to admit their debt. They said they have already been here and this matter cannot be resolved." (To be continued)