Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came a roar.

An old man's roaring voice, full of vigor and carrying a fierce edge:

"Grandson, what are you crying for? You're useless. You can hit others, but you can't let anyone bully us."

Chen Qiang's face was covered in tears and snot.

He nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling with tears: "Grandpa, I was at Old Li's restaurant. They tied me up..."

"The fist is going to be thrown. Anyone who dares to touch my Chen family in Lincheng, or hit my grandson Chen Yankui, is courting death. I'll send people over immediately." The old man cursed again and hung up.

The fear in Chen Qiang's heart gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable ruthlessness.

Just you wait, you bunch of scum.

When the men my grandfather Chen Yankui sent arrive, I'll cripple you guys and make you all kneel on the ground and call me grandfather, one by one.

He glanced at Song Yunhui, who was smoking across from him, and then at Li Dakang next to him, and sneered inwardly.

One of these two looks like he's driving, and the other looks like he's cooking.

No matter who you are, no one dares to touch Chen Yankui's grandson in this Lincheng territory.

The Chen family is the god of Lincheng.

At this moment, Song Yunhui turned his head and whispered a few words to Qi Tongwei.

The voice was kept very low, and only about two people could hear it.

Song Yunhui explained his plan.

Qi Tongwei nodded without saying a word, opened the door, and went outside.

Li Dakang was also feeling a bit stifled, so he followed Qi Tongwei outside.

A light drizzle began to fall.

The rain drifted diagonally, pattering against the lampposts with a soft rustling sound.

Li Dakang shrank back and leaned closer, seeing Qi Tongwei standing at the corner, meeting with several people in camouflage uniforms.

The men stood ramrod straight. The one in the lead was not tall, but had sharp eyes. He nodded to Qi Tongwei and then led his men away into the rain.

Li Dakang walked up to Qi Tongwei and lowered his voice: "Director Qi, is everything arranged?"

Qi Tongwei turned around, a smile playing on his lips: "Secretary Dakang, as Governor Song requested, a company of soldiers is already in position, hidden in the shadows. They're just waiting for the men Chen Qiang sent to walk right into their trap."

Qi Tongwei was somewhat looking forward to this good show.

Li Dakang rubbed his hands together, feeling a little more at ease.

Following Song Yunhui's instructions, Wang Julong escorted Chen Qiang into the hall.

He glanced back at Chen Qiang, who was tied up inside the shop, then looked at the dark street outside, and couldn't help but mutter, "This guy, Chen Qiang alone, he actually managed to call in people?"

Qi Tongwei smiled and said, "Secretary Dakang, just wait and see. Chen Qiang's grandfather is Chen Yankui. I've investigated him. He was the village head of Chenjiazhuang Village, with a hundred or so people under him. He started out in earthwork and sand and gravel, and later got into real estate. He was all-powerful in this development zone."

He was considered the tyrant of Lincheng.

Li Dakang was baffled. When he was the top leader of Lincheng, he had never heard of such a person.

Li Dakang gazed into the distance, his eyes darkening. "In the mighty city of Lin, someone dares to be so arrogant. I, Li Dakang, want to see what gives the Chen family the right to be so cocky."

Qi Tongwei didn't reply, and his gaze also turned to the distance.

Chen Yankui, this fish, is about to take the bait.

the other side.

Chenjiazhuang Village, Chenjiazhuang Subdistrict Office, Lincheng Development Zone.

Chen Yankui hung up the phone and angrily smashed his teacup.

It fell apart in an instant.

I light a cigarette, stand on the balcony of a building, and look at the night view.

This building belongs to their family.

Outside the window, the rain and mist were thick, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

He is sixty-seven years old this year, with gray hair, but he stands up straight. When he glares with his old eyes, he still frightens the young people in the village so much that they dare not breathe.

He took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"Zhu Zi, something terrible has happened! You need to come over here right away."

Less than five minutes later, a car stopped in front of the building.

As soon as the car lights went out, a person jumped out, grabbed an umbrella, and ran upstairs.

The visitor was Chen Changzhu, the village security chief, who was in his early forties and as strong as an ox.

He pushed open the door and saw Chen Yankui sitting on the sofa with a livid face.

"Second Uncle, what's the matter?" Chen Changzhu put away his umbrella and hung it on the rack by the door.

"Zhu Zi, some idiots have come to Lin Cheng." Chen Yan Kui stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Qiang Zi got beaten up and is being held at Old Li's restaurant. He's been kidnapped."

Upon hearing this, Chen Changzhu's eyebrows shot up: "Damn it! Who did this? They're asking for trouble. I'll take care of them!"

Chen Yankui narrowed his eyes. "Don't know? But whoever it is, if they dare to touch my grandson, they'll pay the price. We, the Chen family, can only bully others, not be bullied."

Chen Changzhu thought for a moment, "Second Uncle, why don't we call our eldest brother and have those guys arrested directly, sentenced to ten or eight years in prison? Use official methods, clean and tidy. While they're in there working the sewing machines, we can have someone play with them slowly."

This method is cruel; I've used it before, and it felt great.

Chen Yankui shook his head: "Pillar, not enough."

First, we need to get Qiangzi out and beat up the people who beat him.

As long as you don't kill them, crippling them is fine.

Then lock them up inside.

I want them to lose everything, their families torn apart, and never be able to recover for the rest of their lives.

After listening, Chen Changzhu slapped his thigh and said, "Second Uncle, brilliant! It's no use who bullies my nephew. I'll take care of it right now."

I opened my umbrella, walked in the rain, and made a phone call.

Five minutes later, more than a dozen luxury cars gathered, their headlights piercing the rain.

Nearly ten motorcycles followed behind, their engines roaring.

The convoy, in a grand procession, left Chenjiazhuang Village.

As for the red lights on the road, they are all just decorations to them, and they run red lights all the way.

More than twenty minutes later.

We arrived at the entrance of Old Li's Restaurant.

As soon as the first car came to a stop and the door opened, someone opened the door for Chen Changzhu and held an umbrella over him.

Gee!

Li Dakang was a little envious of such treatment.

Chen Changzhu walked at the front, swinging a baseball bat.

He looked at the open door of Old Li's restaurant and could see Chen Qiang tied to a chair with something stuffed in his mouth from a distance.

It really breaks my heart to see my nephew being bullied like this.

How can this be allowed?

Six people followed behind.

Other cars gradually stopped, and people slowly gathered.

"Did you all see that?" Chen Changzhu's voice rang out as he turned and glanced at his thugs behind him. "Qiangzi got beaten up. Get him out of here, no matter the cost. Smash this shop."

"Yes," the group responded in unison.

And so, the group of people walked in a grand procession toward Old Li's restaurant.

Iron bars, wooden sticks, and baseball bats gleamed coldly under the streetlights.

Rain dripped from their umbrellas and streamed down their raincoats. No one spoke; the only sound was the patter of their footsteps in the puddles.

Chen Changzhu was flanked by three young men wearing sunglasses.

Wearing sunglasses late at night, what kind of air is that?

Just then, two people suddenly appeared at the door.

Qi Tongwei and Li Dakang stood at the door.

Qi Tongwei was wearing sunglasses and had a cigarette between his fingers.

Li Dakang stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing brown-tinted glasses, looking like he didn't care about anyone.