The sound came from the direction of the bar.

Three burly men were frantically smashing things on the bar.

The waitresses were so frightened that they covered their ears and squatted on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

What's even more irritating is that a man in his fifties was kneeling in front of the three people, shrinking his head and looking like a victim.

The three of them grabbed chairs and wine bottles and threw them at the various liquor drinks placed on the bar.

There was a crackling sound, glass shards and drinks flew across the bar, and glass shards and drinks splashed everywhere.

The customers dining next to me were all running far away, whispering to each other, and talking about it, but no one dared to stand up, not even taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Li Yuanlang frowned and was about to get up and go to stop him.

But he left his seat slightly and suddenly sat back down.

It wasn't that he was timid, but because of this situation, Li Yuanlang thought of a word and acted rashly.

Perhaps it has something to do with his age, or his increased experience, but Li Yuanlang no longer stands up for injustice as he did before.

The experience of a few days gave him a new understanding of Huaicheng.

Behind the prosperity lies dirt.

Today, when the crackdown on gangsters and evil is so serious, there are still rampant gangster forces in Huaicheng, and Li Yuanlang feels that there is something great about it.

Just as he went deep among the people tonight, he wanted to see the real side of Huaicheng.

Fortunately, as he wished, he saw it and experienced it.

Li Yuanlang was calm and relaxed, smoking and observing the activities at the bar with cold eyes.

The three people quickly smashed the bar to pieces.

He also cursed, yelled, was arrogant, arrogant, and didn't take anyone seriously.

After the fight and venting, the three of them looked around and walked towards the door.

One of them, who had a bald head, turned back, kicked the man kneeling on the ground, pointed at his nose and cursed a few words, and then walked away with arrogance and arrogance.

So outrageous!

Li Yuanlang's chest was filled with fire. He stubbed out half of the cigarette in the ashtray and bit his back teeth.

He finally controlled his hot temper.

The man was helped up by several waiters, and the diners who were watching the excitement returned to their seats. The waiters were also busy cleaning up the mess.

Soon, everything returned to calm.

Judging from everyone's reactions, it seems that calmness has become natural through habit.

This is the scariest.

This shows that this kind of thing is commonplace among the people in Huaicheng and is not a big deal.

The people at the table next door also sat back, shouting and continuing to drink.

The man named Zheng said angrily: "Cheng San must be in a bad mood again."

The companion said: "It's bad luck for the boss. He's in a bad mood. Whoever gets involved will be punished. Forget it, let's drink."

When Li Yuanlang saw this, he couldn't help but ask: "Who are the masters? Who is Cheng San?"

The man surnamed Zheng responded under the influence of wine: "You are not from the local area. You don't even know the famous Mr. Cheng Sanye. Let me tell you, he is not an ordinary person. He Laoer's driver, this area is under his control."

"

With a smile on his face, Li Yuanlang took out the Lotus King and gave one to each of the four men at the next table.

Tobacco and alcohol are the best catalysts for making friends.

Everyone lit cigarettes, and while puffing out smoke, Li Yuanlang learned that He Laoer's name was He Wenjiang, and he was the vice chairman of the He Group.

He also has an older brother named He Wenman, chairman of the He Group.

The He Group is not simple. It has a monopoly on the iron powder industry in Huaicheng City. It also owns many companies such as hotels and real estate.

It can be said that the He brothers play an important role in Huaicheng. They are not only well-known entrepreneurs, but also the richest men in Huaicheng.

It can really reach the point where stamping your feet in the east city will make the west city tremble.

After the meal was over, and they had a general idea of ​​what they should inquire about, Li Yuanlang and Mu Guangsen stood up and left the table.

Li Yuanlang went to the bar to pay the bill. Mu Guangsen knew what the boss was thinking, so he didn't argue with him.

When paying the bill, Li Yuanlang asked a woman in her thirties at the bar why Cheng San was so angry.

The woman curled her lips and said three words lightly: "I drank too much."

Being able to smash things casually when you drink too much shows how domineering Cheng San is.

&n                   nbsp; There were so many people present, but no one dared to call the police.

Just a driver is like this, what about He Wenjiang? Or what about He Wenman.

Li Yuanlang knew what he was doing and didn't ask any further questions.

When picking up the car, Mu Guangsen, under Li Yuanlang's instruction, paid the parking fee of 18 yuan as required. Although they had parked for less than two hours, it was clear that the other party was deliberately charging an exorbitant price.

I endured it, I endured it all.

On the way back, Li Yuanlang sat in the back seat, frowning in deep thought, without saying a word.

Mu Guangsen drove quietly, not disturbing Secretary Li's train of thought.

After a while, Li Yuanlang slowly asked: "Guangsen, how do you get along with your colleagues in the second department?"

Mu Guangsen told the truth, "The focus of my work is mainly on your side, and deputy section chief Fan Liang is responsible for all matters related to Corey."

"What impression does Fan Liang give you?" Li Yuanlang asked again.

"I have a strong pen, like to drink, and I'm a bit whiny."

Li Yuanlang nodded deeply and said sadly: "It will be good for you to have more contact with him and build a good relationship with your colleagues once and for all."

"Yes." Mu Guangsen replied, but his heart was wandering.

Before going to bed at night, during a video chat with his girlfriend Zhang Zixin, Mu Guangsen mentioned the ins and outs of this incident.

Zhang Zixin rolled her eyes and analyzed: "Secretary Li asked you to make friends with Fan Liang to help him get information."

"Zixin, what news do you think it will be?" Mu Guangsen was still confused.

"Idiot, think about it, Secretary Li is new here and has limited ways to get information, otherwise he wouldn't go out to eat at night."

"It was a coincidence that Cheng San was causing trouble, and his trip was well worth it. But I think Secretary Li hasn't grasped the details of the He Group yet. He wants to use you to help him find out more information, especially about the He Group.

Group."

Mu Guangsen suddenly realized it and already had an idea in his mind.

The next night, Mu Guangsen invited Fan Liang out for a drink alone.

The reason is very simple, thanks to Fan Liang for helping him share core work recently.

Fan Liang is thirty-five years old this year, a full nine years older than Mu Guangsen. He does not belong to the same era.

He has talent, but no talent.

He has been working in the second section for more than ten years, changing section chiefs like a revolving door, but he is still as stable as a mountain and has been the deputy section chief for thousands of years.

If you are depressed and frustrated, you will naturally be full of complaints.

I can be reserved before drinking, but after drinking a glass of white wine, I talk a lot.

Picking up a peanut, Fan Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Muke, don't think I've eaten more salt than you for a few years. To tell the truth, I'm too far behind you."

"Chief Fan, you are so proud of me. The second department can run smoothly only with your help. I see everything you do. I would like to toast you with this glass of wine."

There was a clang sound and the two wine glasses collided together.

After taking a big sip, Fan Liang wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he sighed: "Muke, although you and I are both at the deputy section level, you will definitely have a bright future with Deputy Secretary Li. Unlike me, how much work can you do?

Life is all in vain.”

"If you do it well, there will be no mistakes. If you don't do it well, there will be mistakes. Sometimes I really want to give up my pick and don't want to do anything..."

Mu Guangsen quickly persuaded: "Chief Fan, don't think so. Deputy Secretary Li is a good leader who knows people well and appoints people well. As long as you succeed in your work, he will not treat you badly."

Fan Liang's eyes lit up, and he naturally knew that Mu Guangsen was the secretary brought by Li Yuanlang and was Li Yuanlang's absolute confidant.

For Mu Guangsen to say this, he was indirectly telling him that he would put in a good word for him in front of Li Yuanlang. Such an opportunity was really rare.

"Muke, I, Fan Liang, can't thank you enough for your words." He raised his neck and drank half the glass of white wine in one gulp.

When you have feelings, you can talk more.

Under Mu Guangsen's step-by-step guidance, Fan Liang, who was already a little drunk, not only had his tongue a bit stiff, but also had no control over what he could and couldn't say, and he poured all out towards Mu Guangsen.

"Chief Fan, I heard that in Huai City, the two brothers from the He Group have great hands and eyes, and they have great abilities."

Fan Liang chuckled and pointed at Mu Guangsen, "There is nothing wrong with that. Brothers He Wenman and He Wenjiang are indeed not simple. To say that their family history is enough to write a novel."

"Oh! Please specify, Chief Fan." Mu Guangsen's eyes glowed brightly, which was exactly the result he wanted.
Chapter completed!