Reborn, I am a trendsetter

Han Hu didn't look guilty at all. He took a heavy puff of cigarette and exhaled slowly: "Dalong, your eldest brother is still just a small office director, but you are already a big boss."

A complex look flashed in Liu Dalong's eyes. He could say nothing, but he couldn't say anything.

There is no reason to talk about things, people will be punished by heaven and earth if they don't do it for themselves, greed is never discussed whether it should be done or not, and who is right and who is wrong is never discussed.

I am greedy, so from my perspective, everything I do is right.

Liu Dalong stood up, said nothing, and walked out of the room silently. He knew that from this moment on, everyone was the enemy.

Then, he received a call from Feng Yuan, who was seeking a higher position. He didn't expect that such a big thing would suddenly happen below, and it would explode all of a sudden.

"Dalong, can you stop this matter?"

"Feng Chu, tell me, what's wrong (liao)?"

Feng Yuan also felt a little embarrassed to say that Han Hu is old and not stable yet. Do you still think of yourself as young?

"Dalong, Han Hu and those three companies, you won't be able to take advantage. If we really break up with each other, everyone will look bad."

"That's it? I was surrounded by more than thirty people in a strange city and almost couldn't come back, so let's forget it?"

"I asked those three companies to come up with 500,000 yuan. How about this matter being over? I will guarantee that something similar will not happen again in the future. You, Liu Dalong, can still do business in the same way as before. Between the four of them, who can

If you dare to reach out again, how about I handle it?"

It's not a complete favor, and Liu Dalong was given some explanations, but in fact this result has nothing to do with fairness.

"Feng Chu, there is something about Wei Tao here." Liu Dalong gritted his teeth. He really had no choice. In the past, he didn't dare to offend him at all. Now that he is doing well, he also has a certain fear of Feng Yuan. In desperation,

, can only drag Wei Tao into the water, hoping that the fear of Cao Haiyang behind him will put a limit to the shamelessness of these people.

"I'll handle his side."

Feng Yuan hung up the phone. Liu Dalong was in a state of confusion. He wanted to be cruel. I'll love you, uncle. I'm already in my forties. If I'm angry with you bastards, I'll die. Let's see who's afraid.

who.

I stamped my feet angrily, smoked a cigarette, and thought again that I am already in my forties, have a family, a job, a wife and children, and live a happy life.

………………

Tang Cen easily found the only monitoring equipment line at the entrance of the fruit wholesale market, and it was done with just one click.

At the door, Zhang Jian was waiting by the roadside in a van, with the car still on.

Wei Tao, Tang Cen, Zhu Xichun and Lu Jiang lowered their heads and walked in. Many people knew Wei Tao and Zhu Xichun. Some greeted them not knowing what was going on, while others had ugly expressions on their faces if they knew what was going on.

At the iron staircase of the Caigang House Management Office, two men had just stood up. Tang Cen went up and knocked them unconscious twice.

Zhu Xichun stayed downstairs while the other three quickly went upstairs.

Kicking open the door of Han Hu's office, there were two big men besides Han Hu inside. Lu Jiang took out a sawn-off double-barreled shotgun from his arms: "Whoever moves, I will kill."

When the opponent was stunned, Tang Cen went up and hit the outside of the neck with his stick, knocking him unconscious.

Wei Tao stared at Han Hu and didn't listen to Han Hu's explanation. He stepped forward and kicked him to the ground. Tang Cen stepped forward and stepped on his head. Wei Tao took out a very ordinary circlip from his pocket.

The knife bounced away, and he grabbed the dirty work clothes hanging on the wall. He squatted down and stepped on Han Hu's leg. Without hesitation, he slashed the hamstring position that Tang Cen had taught him. He slashed Han Hu's legs with one slash.

He was twitching and about to cry out in pain, stuffing dirty clothes into his mouth. Tang Cen stepped on his head and moved his feet to his back. Wei Tao sat directly on his lap, pressing him down to prevent him from moving.

Another slash, pulling the cushion on the chair next to him to block the blood splatter, and slashing a few more times. It was no longer a simple hamstring break. He didn't care whether he could walk with a limp in the end or couldn't move his leg at all.

If he comes today, he will cripple one of his legs.

"If your words are returned to you, cutting off a person's financial path is like taking a person's life."

Wei Tao wiped the reed knife and the hand holding the knife. He didn't care whether he wiped it clean or not. He stood up, no longer caring about Han Hu, who was twitching in severe pain all over his body, and strode away.

From entering to leaving, it takes dozens of seconds.

It takes a little more than a minute to go from downstairs to upstairs and then back downstairs.

There are people running this way in the market. Han Hu has been operating here for many years. Even though he no longer plays martial arts, he still arranged for some old brothers and young brothers to work here to make money. When they got the news that something happened here, there were also a few people who carried them with them.

The picked up stick ran this way.

Wei Tao glanced coldly at the man running over and stood still.

Tang Cen pressed Lu Jiang's hand. On a hot day, he was wearing a coat, and the shotgun was in his arms. It was not for use, but a tool to solve problems faster and with less noise. Even though Wei Tao showed a murderous look,

With Hongyan's attitude, he won't really ignore anything and will control things within a small area. Moreover, his sudden brutality also has his own considerations.

When Zhu Xichun got out of the car, he was holding a baseball bat in his hand. This thing was so strong that when he held it in his hand and swung it with both hands, it would bounce off when he touched it. When he came up, the stick would rush towards him.

The person held a stick in his hand to resist and was smashed away.

You don't need to take action, I'll come first and take the initiative.

Zhu Xichun didn't use words to scare people, Zhu Xichun held the baseball bat tightly with both hands and swung it without caring. If anyone dared to come forward, hitting you on the head would be like hitting a watermelon.

This method of scaring people is much more effective than words, and several people can be beaten away in just a few strokes.

Wei Tao glanced around coldly, Zhu Xichun carried a baseball bat, and the four of them quickly walked out of the market gate.

The two-story painted steel building of the management office is right next to the gate. It takes more than ten steps to walk out and get in the car directly. Zhang Jian puts his foot on the accelerator and puts his foot in first gear and gets out.

At this time, it was less than half an hour before Liu Dalong left here.

They left. Someone came upstairs. Others were fine. They were all knocked unconscious. Only Han Hu was covered in sweat and his face was livid. When people went upstairs, he also pulled the dirty clothes out of his mouth and roared in pain.

People also fainted.

The tragic situation at the ankle made everyone who saw it subconsciously take half a step back. There seemed to be unwiped blood on Wei Tao's hand just now. Some people did not dare to express it when they saw it, pretending not to know.

Wei Tao is too familiar. In most people's impressions, this young man is very easy-going. He always smiles with everyone, never stingy with the cigarette hairband in his pocket, and even laughs when someone is chatting. If Wei Tao comes around in the morning, he is very familiar with Wei Tao.

One lap, if you don’t have two or three packs of cigarettes in your pocket, it won’t be enough to make a loop.

It was precisely because of the familiarity that he was shocked and couldn't understand what was happening, and why Wei Tao did this cruel thing.

The three wholesalers looked at Han Hu being taken away by the ambulance, all with solemn expressions. They had nothing to say. If you are a barbarian, you will have to bear the consequences.

You little brat, you are so cruel.

They were all contacting their acquaintances who had a hard time with each other. It was obvious that they had completely broken their skin over this matter, so they had no choice but to play it off. In the end, they promised to do something good, and within two hours, they all called, and the words were almost the same.

"Boss Zhang, I'm sorry, I can't help you with this matter."

"Boss Li, I'm sorry, please ask someone else to handle this matter."

"Brother Wang, let me tell you the truth. Let me offer you a drink to apologize. Do you know Yan Bo? Do you know who he represents?"

The last boss got an unambiguous answer.

I'll rub your uncle!

Can you stop cursing people? Don’t be such a bully.

………………

In Tang Cen's warehouse, Wei Tao was sitting on a chair, only halfway up, with his elbows on his legs, hunched over, looking down at the ground. No one knew what he was thinking.

Without washing his hands and smoking, Tang Cen took a warm wet towel and wiped his hands clean. The spring knife had already been wiped and thrown into a sewer on the side of the road.

The phone rang. Wei Tao glanced at it and picked it up: "Hello?"

A frivolous voice came from the other side of the phone: "I'm Yan Bo. Mr. Wei knows who I am, right? Can you come out and meet me?"

"Okay, tell me the place."

"Then go to the fragrant tavern in front of the fruit wholesale market."

"good."

As soon as he opened the door, a figure rushed in. Tang Cen was about to move, but stopped again.

Bang.

With a muffled sound, Wei Tao received a heavy punch in the abdomen. His body subconsciously bent, and he was hit by an elbow on the back. He was knocked directly to the ground, followed by a big leather shoe toe, surrounding the body without touching his head.

Kick him and find a place where he can resist the beating.

After playing for half a minute, the opponent stopped, stretched out his clothes that were messed up by the large movement, snorted, walked out, started a dilapidated Cherokee and drove away.

Lu Jiang was stopped by Zhu Xichun, who acted like a traitor. When he saw Tang Cen, he also signaled not to move and then calmed down, otherwise he would directly curse.

Your uncle, Xu Lang, do you really have nothing to do? Why are you staring at me every day?

I didn't bother to stand up. It really hurt. I sat up first and leaned against the door. Ignoring the pain all over my body and the dust marks on the outside of my clothes, I spat a few words: "Xu Lang, you bastard. I'll fuck you like a fairy. You

A little red guy, a little brat, a street kid..."

There was a screeching sound of a sudden brake, and the Cherokee appeared again outside the door. Xu Lang, who had just left, came back again. After getting out of the car, with a smile on his face: "Did you scold me just now? I feel like my back

If I brave the cold wind, someone will definitely scold me."

He came up with another kick and kicked Wei Tao to the ground. Am I the one who needs your explanation before I can make my own judgment? It's fine if I think it's you.

He came up and kicked him again and again until he felt that he was done. He raised his legs and walked away. The words he said were not to explain anything, but purely to express his joy and to find happiness for himself. It doesn’t matter whether your client is happy or not, with

I have a relationship with Mao, and I am in a good mood now.

Tang Cen snickered on the side, while Wei Tao stood up in disgrace, walked to the door, and looked around to make sure the guy was gone. He didn't want to be beaten by that bastard again. He couldn't do it. The key is that it really hurts.

Already.

It hurts even without being slapped in the face.