The underground trading market in Nandu will not cease to exist because of the collapse of the Fu family. It is a money printing market with an annual net profit of more than nine figures. As long as it exists, there will still be Li family, Wang family, and Zhao family.
Jia constantly stood up for Fu Jia.
Since whoever earns this money doesn’t earn it, why can’t it be earned by our own people?
Lu Fan looked at Liu Hu's almost dull face and said, "I don't have much time. I'll give you three hours to think about it carefully. When you're done, call me. I've made an appointment, so I won't sit here with you anymore."
Already."
After speaking, Lu Fan stood up and left.
After getting into the Maybach, Lu Fan didn't consider whether Liu Hu would agree to his conditions. He just stepped on the accelerator. The Mercedes-Benz Maybach's engine started rioting and he drove straight towards the new district.
In front of the majestic city hall building.
Lu Fan parked the car aside, looked at the city security guard who raised his hand to make a restraining order, took out his cell phone and called Zhao Hong directly.
"Are you at the door? Okay, okay, I'll ask them to let you in now." Zhao Hong answered the phone and immediately made arrangements.
The Maybach with perfect streamlines slowly drove into the gate of the city hall. In this compound that represents the pinnacle of power in Nandu, except for a limited number of people sitting on the top floor working, everyone and any car here are deprived of their privileges.
When money stands up and speaks, all truth must be silent. When power stands up and speaks, even the evil money must bow its head.
The car parked in the outdoor parking lot in front of the main building. Lu Fan raised his head and glanced at this impressive building, strode in, took the elevator to the A floor, and knocked directly on the door of Zhao Hong's office.
"Mr. Lu, you are here."
Zhao Hong politely invited Lu Fan into the office, made tea himself, then sat on the sofa with a smile and lit a cigarette.
"I was preparing to attend a city-wide teleconference, but I didn't expect Mr. Lu to arrive so soon." Zhao Hong explained with a smile, "I thought you young people would come here in the afternoon because they were lazy."
Lu Fan smiled back and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Zhao Hong mobilized troops to arrest Fu Zikun's men at the Tang family villa, and even let him go in front of Fu Zikun. He didn't need to think about it, but he knew that last night would be a sleepless night for Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong smiled bitterly, "In work, it is inevitable that you will offend people. Fortunately, the attitude of the Fu family is not so fierce, and we can barely cope with it."
"The Fu family is just a well-known business family in Nandu. They don't dare to do anything to you directly." Lu Fan took a sip of tea in his mouth and nodded slightly.
There was a trace of bitterness on Zhao Hong's face. It was true that the Fu family did not dare to call directly, but the reaction from above was very obvious. They even directly accused him on the phone of not doing things well and attacking the family without saying hello, which affected the economic stability of Nandu.