At the police station, An Jinhua was sitting listlessly on a chair, his head drooped, his face sallow, as sluggish as a dying person.
A pampered young man spent one night in a dark detention center, and all his fine white flesh was fed with mosquitoes. To get into this situation is equivalent to being tortured.
For two consecutive days, An Jinhua did not dare to go out because there were too many reporters outside.
What's even more shocking is that a group of young people appeared out of nowhere, holding banners and wanting to settle a score with him.
These people kept saying that An Jinhua slept with his sister and wanted to beat this beast to death.
An Jinhua looked at the battle and was so frightened that he stepped back.
When had he ever slept with a girl from the same company? What kind of god-damn enemy tortured him like this? An Jinhua couldn't stand it anymore, so he made a request to Leng Aoxue: "Leng Ju, can you send me back?"
Leng Aoxue was correcting the document. Without raising her head, she said coldly that our police station is not an escort agency and has no obligation to provide you with security.
An Jinhua apologized and said with a smile that I didn't mean that. There was really something going on in my company, so I called my bodyguard to avoid conflicts.
Leng Aoxue stared at him and said, "Mr. An, you can't leave now."
"I have to leave. There are too many things in the company."
An Jinhua really couldn't sit still. If he stayed any longer, the company would become a mess.
Leng Aoxue took out a document and waved it in front of him. An Jinhua's face suddenly turned pale: "Detention letter? Didn't you lock me up for 24 hours?"
"That's right. You voluntarily stayed in the detention center for the past two days. Now that the case requires it, we will continue to detain you as a suspect again." After saying that, Leng Aoxue turned around and called "Xiao Ma".
"Boss, here we come." Xiao Ma responded, immediately opened the iron door of the detention center and motioned for An Jinhua to go in again.
An Jinhua was so anxious. If he had known this, he might as well have gone out.
Leng Aoxue consoled her: "Mr. An, we have no choice but to let you out. If something happens at the gate of the Public Security Bureau, I cannot bear the responsibility."
Still back to the original point, An Jinhua became anxious: "Then you can arrange security for me. At the worst, I'll pay for it."
Leng Aoxue glanced at him and said contemptuously that you are now a suspect, and our police will only provide you with protection in the detention center.
An Jinhua sat down on the ground and said anxiously, "It's okay for me to sign the documents here."
"No way." Leng Aoxue said decisively: "You must cooperate with our interrogation work."
An Jinhua finally became angry. He threw himself next to the iron railing and roared loudly, the veins on his neck bulging: "I was wronged, you have to believe me! Let me out, let me out!"
It's so noisy, a big man is crying all over the place, it's really unbearable.
Leng Aoxue raised her hand, knocked the guy unconscious with one palm, and then asked Xiao Ma to pour some cold water on him.
The boss is always so violent, I really admire him.
Pony immediately brought a bucket of cold water and the guy woke up as soon as he dropped it.
The following plot is a bit cliche, with repeated cold water pouring on me, repeated questioning, and torture until daybreak.
Leng Aoxue also couldn't bear it. She went to Zhao Tianyou's office at noon and asked if this was a bit too much.
Zhao Tianyou raised his head, his black hair covering one eye, and the other eye seemed to be burning with flames: "Sister Leng, my friend was hunted down and almost died in the wilderness. Do you think I am going too far?"
Leng Aoxue was stunned for a moment and stopped talking---
At Yanjing Real Estate Headquarters, An Jinrong stood at the gate with a lonely look on his face.
In the cold wind, the wrinkles on his face became more profound, as if carved by a knife.
During the three days at Yanjing Real Estate, he met the boss Sha Huaiyuan four times. Each conversation was a humiliation, and many planned cooperations were shelved.
An Jingrong tried his best to find connections, hoping to succeed in a backdoor listing.
But in Yanjing, where dragons and tigers are hidden, the son of a former secretary of the municipal party committee of a prefecture-level city doesn't matter.
The bosses here are extremely wealthy and have reached a certain level in business.
For this person, after completing primitive capital accumulation, they begin to consider social benefits and moral standards.
In Sha Huaiyuan's view, the whole thing is a story about a playboy cheating on his father.
In this case, it is indeed not suitable for listing.
But An Jingrong couldn't wait any longer. He had paid too much for the listing.
After humiliating negotiations, Sha Huaiyuan took the opportunity to impose a harsh condition: An Jinrong's shares would be reduced by two percentage points.
An Jingrong weighed it again and again, but reluctantly agreed.
There is never right or wrong in the capital market, only strong or weak. He has no choice.
After finishing the matter in Yanjing, An Jingrong hurried back to his home in Tianshui City. The first news was that his son had been taken away by the police.
In Tianshui, someone dared to break into his home and arrest someone. An Jinrong was furious. He immediately called the Municipal Public Security Bureau Chief Wen Chaoya to ask him to release the person.
After hanging up the phone, An Jinrong called for his confidants Di Mingde and Xu Weixin.
One of them is the director of the development department, and the other is the director of the marketing department. They are both his old brothers for many years.
After asking about the company's situation, An Jingrong's face turned livid. He had been in society for so many years, and he knew at a glance that someone was behind the scenes.
After repeated analysis, he quickly locked onto Zhao Tianyou.
This kid is his competitor and his biggest beneficiary, and many things have his shadow.
"What should I do?" An Jingrong looked at his two subordinates.
Xu Weixin glanced at Di Mingde and said nothing.
It’s okay if you don’t speak at this time. When you speak, you must be to the point and make your boss look at you differently.
What a cunning guy, Di Mingde cursed in his heart, and he bit the bullet and said: "We have been doing crisis public relations these two days to minimize the negative impact."
This answer was not what An Jingrong wanted. He waved his hand and said irritably: "I'm asking how to deal with this person!"
An Jingrong raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a wolf driven mad by bloodthirsty.
Di Mingde was shocked with fear. He had seen this look once many years ago.
After that incident, one of the boss's competitors mysteriously disappeared.
The boss is not an ordinary businessman, he is a young man with a background.
In the early years, the boss started his career by working as a gangster, but in recent years he has stopped working.
Because he didn't want his son to be involved in gangs.
However, no matter how gentle a tiger is, it is still a tiger. When a tiger shows its power, it is bloodthirsty.
Di Mingde didn't dare to look at his boss, he looked down at the floor.
This expression angered An Jingrong!
Being a boss requires understanding subordinates. There are many things that the boss cannot say clearly, so subordinates have to take the initiative to think and guess. Di Mingde pretended not to understand, but An Jingrong stood up and gave him a slap in the face.
"Trash, I support you, a trash."
At this moment, An Jingrong revealed his domineering and arrogant nature.
Di Mingde remained silent. He retreated to the door, bowed to the boss and turned to leave.
In the hall, Xu Weixin was still standing.
He is a shrewd person and knows what his boss is thinking.
This matter is so big that if it goes wrong, we will lose our property and our lives.
If you don't agree, Di Mingde will be a lesson to others.
After thinking about it, Xu Weixin decided to take a gamble.
He is already forty and has worked as a middle-level cadre for more than ten years. If he wants to make further progress, he must be appreciated by his boss, even if he tries his own way.
Xu Weixin was cruel, walked to An Jingrong and said: "Boss, if you have anything to do, just give me orders."
An Jingrong smiled with satisfaction, patted Xu Weixin on the shoulder and said, Old Xu, you have been following me for so many years, but you still understand my thoughts.
After saying that, An Jingrong asked him to come over and communicate in a low voice.
Xu Weixin's face became paler and paler. He knew what his boss was going to do, but it was still not appropriate for him to do something like this himself.
An Jingrong smelled something unusual, and he promised: "Old Xu, the company still needs a vice president, and I have been looking for a suitable candidate. In fact, a company needs talents, and even more responsible talents."
After saying that, An Jingrong looked at him calmly, with great oppression in his eyes.
Xu Weixin's heart beat unsatisfactoryly. The promotion he dreamed of was just around the corner. Becoming the vice president of Jinhua Group meant that he could own one percent of the company's shares and break away from the ranks of senior workers.
When people reach middle age, what they want is a guarantee.
Xu Weixin said with a smile on his face, boss, don't worry, I will definitely handle it for you.
"That's good, that's good." An Jingrong encouraged him a few more words.
In Hualong Real Estate Building, Zhao Tianyou finished this quarter's annual meeting and left Mei Lingling to talk alone.
Lan Xinyan and Fang Qingwu both knew what they were going to talk about and left consciously.
When I walked out of the building, there was a fine spring rain outside and a slightly cold willow wind blowing on my face.
Fang Qingwu glanced at Lan Xinyan and said, "I thought you, the big housekeeper, would know something about the situation."
Lan Xinyan was a little frustrated, and she said angrily: "Aren't you also confused?"
Fang Qingwu chuckled lightly, walked up to her and said, "I'm different from you. In your words, I can be considered a mistress at most. We mistresses don't have such high requirements."
After saying that, Fang Qingwu laughed a few more times and got into the car.
In the car, Ren Biao asked inexplicably why he was so happy.
Fang Qingwu looked at the absent-minded Lan Xinyan and said, "Your boss wants to do something big."
Ren Biao suddenly became energetic and asked what the important matter was.
"Maybe it's something on the road, I didn't ask any more questions."
"Things on the road? Okay! Fighting and killing are my favorite!"
Fang Qingwu warned: "Don't go to the boss. He will naturally use you when it's time to use you."
Ren Biao was frightened for a moment and quickly said that I will obey the arrangement, I am the most enlightened person----
In the office, Zhao Tianyou is listening to the report.
An Jinhua has been released. After all, the old man of the An family was once the secretary of the municipal party committee. With this old face, it is impossible for the Public Security Bureau to interrogate him repeatedly for a long time. What's more, the person involved in this matter, Honghong, did not show up.
The video evidence for conviction is insufficient.
However, the negative impact of this incident continues to ferment.
Zhao Tianyou organized a group of trolls to continuously flood various forums.