My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 292: Borrowing Arrows from a Straw Boat
As God knows, Weidong really just wanted to go and take a look.

You can't just believe what someone says and cause trouble.

What if the other party is trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife?

Let Weidong follow his simple principle that if he has no right to investigate, he has no right to speak, and drive over to take a look.

Shi Tou actually said that it was a done deal in the martial arts world. Since the other party dared to take the cup of tea at that time and drank it later, his words must be true.

Wei Dong wanted to say that the child didn't know anything, but he also felt that this information was obtained by the other party through trickery, so he just reached out and touched Shi Tou's head without saying anything.

So Mao'er felt that his elder brother was really going to break into the enemy camp alone.

Because the distance is not far, everything on the roadside has changed, from the appearance of the buildings to the style of passers-by on the street.

The house is still a four or five-story brick-concrete building, but the first-floor lintel and roof eaves have more colorful decorations.

The rich snowfield style hits you in the face.

Then there were many more figures wearing different clothes on the streets.

Most of them were kind and simple, and looked at the red van curiously with sunny smiles on their faces.

That was the mottled light and shadow cast by the setting sun on their faces.

The ship arrived in the morning. After a quick look at the factory, Weidong only had time to hug his wife and children by the car before he set off on a long journey without stopping.

It was indeed approaching dusk now.

It was similar to his impression of the plateau.

Twenty or thirty years later, driving along National Highway 318 to holy places to cleanse the soul has become a trend among young people and retired workers in prefecture-level cities.

Security guards in particular are quite energetic guys. Several of my colleagues have used their annual leave to travel to the snowfields to show off.

Actually, when I came back, I felt headache, tired and suffered a lot, but overall I felt quite honest in getting along with the locals, and I had my own pride and pursuits.

So this is also the reason why Weidong is a little skeptical about the news in the underworld.

This is a side effect of being a big boss. Whenever I hear any news, I always question its authenticity and the motives and benefits.

After all, all the information around us involves interests.

You have to come and see for yourself anyway.

So we drove around the streets and alleys twice, following the dazzling array of office signs on both sides.

Turn around and observe these places to see if they are talking so violently and inconsistently.

Rang Weidong was also a fool who came from the stable and peaceful environment forty years later, without even thinking about when this was.

I didn't even notice how eye-catching the red van was on this narrow and busy street.

It had a Sichuan B license plate from another province, and it was driving slowly, trying to hide its own mistake.

It's just like holding a big loudspeaker and shouting above your head.

Soon, people were standing on tiptoe in front of stores and under eaves, watching. Some even went to the roadside and banged on car doors, saying, "Hey, can you get out of here quick?"

Perhaps confused by the tone, Wei Dong lowered the window and said, "Excuse me, I'm looking for someone named Hei Niu..."

He instinctively wanted to ask whether this person really existed, to verify what the man in the underworld had said.

The other person turned around and shouted a few words to the crowd on the roadside. I couldn't understand what he said. He turned around and smiled: "Hey, come over, I'll call him over..."

He even helpfully helped open the car door.

That brilliant smile and full white teeth were so dazzling that Weidong almost pushed the door open and got out of the car, but Mao'er, who was sitting in the back, suddenly shouted, "Let's go! There's a guy behind him!"

Only then did Wei Dong lean over to see the angle blocked by this man, and saw several burly young men approaching with their hands behind their backs!

There is obviously something hidden behind that secretive thing!
Rang Weidong stepped on the accelerator suddenly. The man had already opened the driver's door that he had unlocked. He suddenly laughed coldly and reached out to grab Rang Weidong's shoulder and pulled him!
Fortunately, Weidong had the habit of fastening his seat belt when getting in the car. The nylon belt that suddenly locked his shoulder secured him and prevented him from falling out.

Seeing that there were people surrounding the front of the car and across the street from the passenger seat, he was so anxious that he reached for his waist with his right hand to draw his gun.

As a result, Mao'er, who was holding the driver's seat headrest behind him, stretched out his hand from the gap between the seats without saying a word, grabbed the back of Weidong's hand on the shoulder and slashed it hard!

The man screamed and let go.

Wei Dong stepped on the accelerator hard, and the tires must have squeaked and emitted green smoke on the ground, because he could see that this seemingly remote street was like a stone thrown into a lake, and the whole place became rippling and busy.

All surrounded here.

The figure in front had already rushed over without any concealment, holding up the brick in his hand!
With a dull thud, bricks or stones hit the side window directly, cracking and shattering it!
Before Wei Dong had time to glance at the rearview mirror, he saw several fierce figures rushing towards him with swords drawn behind the guy whose hand was bleeding profusely!
Crack! Someone rushed over and hit me fiercely, breaking the rearview mirror off.

With a bang, the front of the van directly knocked away the figure in front of it who was trying to stop the vehicle.

Let Weidong always have this attitude. Never be soft-hearted in times of crisis. What if the slightest hesitation leads to consequences? Maybe he will lose his life.

Because he had really experienced a situation where if he hesitated for a moment, his nine fingers would be gone.

Someone on the passenger side was also throwing stones at the car window, so Shitou, who was sitting there, of course drew his sword to defend himself.

Mao'er rushed to the parking space, shouting, "Hurry! Hurry!"

The car was speeding up, but someone still tried to hold the car body with force!
Naturally, they were easily dragged away and thrown to the ground. Many people even swung their long swords, which were like daggers, at the car body, causing it to rattle.

If you can't reach it, just throw it away!
This seemed to remind everyone that many people who swarmed to the roadside were throwing long knives at the car windows!

The car window glass was okay, as it basically bounced open, but the thin iron body was really pierced through.

Is this a case of borrowing arrows from a straw boat?
Wei Dong was no longer able to sit still in the central military camp like Zhuge Kongming, and he had to flee in a panic. Especially when he saw the 212 vehicles chasing him from behind, he made full use of the unique compactness and flexibility of the four-wheel drive van, and dodged quickly by turning three times and two times.

At least twenty minutes later, the three brothers, still in shock, stood in a deserted street, staring at the car body in amazement.

He was stabbed in at least twenty or thirty places, and there were two or three knife wounds that penetrated him!
There were two pieces of smashed glass, not to mention the dents on the car body. It was definitely a battle-damaged version.

Mao'er had absolutely no intention of protecting the evidence. He reached out and pulled a knife from the car body. The metal skin scraped harshly against the blade. "It's so heavy! This must be the person who chopped me with this kind of knife!"

Wei Dong took it and saw that the exquisitely wrapped handle was inlaid with many colorful stones, which looked quite valuable.

But there was only coldness on the sharp and cold blade, and the blood-biting aura that had seen blood made people very uncomfortable.

Wei Dong was stunned for a moment, sneered at the knife without a guard, and reached out to pull out the other two and threw them into the car.

I'd better drive to the post office and make a long-distance call.

Just like the fight with the butcher, after realizing that Brother Bazi and his men had stolen and confiscated the electrical appliances from the trading company and that the machines were being stolen and sold, he decided to solve the problem himself.

Weidong realized that in this chaotic and still irregular era, it would be difficult to get things done if he insisted on going through the normal channels.

So when he left the hospital, he didn't even go to the police station.

To some extent, this is also a disadvantage of having a powerful weapon.

A bit too blindly confident.

It was already dark, and the car was parked in an inconspicuous corner outside the telegraph and telephone hall. Shitou hid in the corner and watched the car to avoid being discovered.

I asked Weidong to get the long-distance number and thought about the situation while waiting.

Yu Songhai had been in the plateau border area for half a year. He had written two letters to the Jiangzhou office and made two or three brief phone calls.

Ten thousand packs of sanitary napkins were delivered every month, along with one hundred kilograms of vacuum-packed cooked meats of various flavors, along with detailed cooking methods, seasoning packets, and instructions for use.

Yu Songhai mentioned that his greatest hobby in the border area now is to do this kind of taste testing.

It's getting close.

However, large-scale production of cooked food still requires a stage, because the slaughtering here is scattered, and the offal is just thrown away to dogs to eat.

First, put these cooked yaks into boiling water and sell them cheaply to the locals as a side dish for drinking, just like Weidong and his friends did.

This can be regarded as a change in people's views on the use of cow offal.

Weidong then arranged to send over dozens of kilograms of ingredients.

Yu Songhai, who answered the phone, also took on a bit of the other party's heroic tone: "Hey, spray oil, hahahaha, I seem to have seen in the newspaper that Jiangzhou and Shangzhou are both launching real estate attempts at the same time. Does it have anything to do with you, my drop spray oil!"

Weidong was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, there are knives all over my back, some of them are as sharp as those for killing pigs!"

Yu Songhai finally calmed down: "What's wrong?"

Let Wei Dongsui describe the robbery and murder that took place the day before yesterday, and how he was almost killed when he came closer to investigate today.

Yu Songhai gradually became serious: "Is the situation so serious?"

Rang Weidong reminded: "My little money is a small matter. These criminals, like a cancer, have a huge impact on the overall situation."

Yu Songhai was obviously familiar with the situation in that area. "Do you live at the office? I'll contact them first to report and investigate the situation. I'll let you know when I have a conclusion."

Rang Weidong stopped rambling on the long-distance call. "First, this has already impacted the stability and unity of life and work in Chengdu. Second, it just demonstrates the importance of economic development. I believe that most people in the border areas are hardworking and kind, but a few bad apples can taint that impression. We need everyone to participate in business, rather than committing crimes and taking risks... I don't think they're that dangerous."

Yu Songhai criticized him: "Don't complain when you're doing things. You're already a leader. You need to encourage and balance the attitudes of all parties at all times. Wait for my call."

Let Weidong say yes.

Only then did he go back to the hospital to check on Han Guobin and the others.

His statement that it would affect and disrupt life and work was definitely not a casual remark.

At least out-of-town "businessmen" like him are already considering whether to withdraw their branch offices.

After all, even the underworld people in Rongdu are helpless.

This stubborn disease has dealt a heavy blow to economic development.

But Weidong still underestimated the power of the iron fist in this situation.

Yu Songhai didn't even have time to call him, nor did he need to ask Weidong to call the phone number Wu Xi left for him.

Just overnight, police lights suddenly sounded, blocking several adjacent intersections, and all the people who usually showed off their power were caught in the trap!
Then the next day, Weidong was notified to bring people to identify the body.

Mao'er and Rang Weidong finally managed to lift an employee who was less seriously injured into the car.

Shitou couldn't wait to go to the teahouse to find out the news, because now everyone on the street is saying that the Shen family in Jiangzhou has found an extraordinary son-in-law!
Then you must show off and collect it.

(End of this chapter)