Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing stretched out his hand and waved forward, and the people holding lanterns lined up and ran towards the factory gate in unison.

The militia chief's men surrounded the militiamen and onlookers.

He Daqing also noticed that the militia department was a mixed bag of people.

Without even looking at the section chief, he shouted inside.

“You guys who are just watching the fun, please stand away and don’t get involved in this bastard’s business.

Make way, make way for those who want to see the fun to go out and watch."

As soon as He Daqing finished speaking, the crowd became agitated and walked out, saying that they were here to watch the fun.

The militia members were all stunned.

I thought that a small Red Star Winery would have at most twenty security personnel.

I never expected that there would be such a big surprise.

Judging from the scale, there are at least more than 500 people.

And judging from their posture, it is obvious that they are not just there to make up the numbers; they have all received formal training.

Many of the people looked familiar, including those from the security department of a nearby factory and the police station.

Under He Daqing's gaze, the number of people behind the militia chief became fewer and fewer, and even quite a few members of the militia quietly blended into the crowd.

We walked until there were only about twenty people left, and the number of people stabilized.

He Daqing tilted his head, looked at the section chief, put his hand on the militia section chief's head and shook it hard.

He shook himself and shouted curses with a smile.

"Who was that just now?

Let Master He Daqing crawl through your crotch?

Can you give me, He Daqing, a chance to reason?

Are you trying to drown me with your spit?

You loser, look at the people behind you, there are only so few of them? Do you think you can lead them to fight?

Are you qualified to brag?"

Although the militia chief was being held down by He Daqing and shaken, he still looked defiant.

"He Daqing, you are not a hero just because you have more people. I don't agree with that."

He Daqing looked at the section chief as if he were a fool.

"you mean?

Do you want to challenge Master He?"

"Yes, I want to fight you one-on-one.

He Daqing, do you dare? "

"Okay, I'll satisfy you.

Chen Dagen, bring twenty of his brothers to challenge the section chief. He wants to beat twenty of them. "

Chen Dagen gave the section chief a thumbs up.

"Okay, on behalf of all members of the Red Star Winery Security Department, I accept your challenge.

Come on, fight me~"

Chen Dagen waved his hand and led 20 members of the security team to surround the militia chief and beat him up.

Seeing that the fight was almost over, He Daqing patted Chen Dagen on the shoulder.

"Stop it and take him to my office.

Brothers outside, go to the cafeteria and have a good meal.

Tell them to come and pick up the promised things tomorrow afternoon when they get off work..."

In He Daqing's office, the militia section chief with a bruised face and nose was sitting on a small stool. On the sofa next to him were six or seven section chiefs and the director.

He Daqing took out a few steamed buns and threw one to each of the people, except for the militia chief.

"I, He Daqing, believe that I have never offended your militia. Why are you trying to cause trouble for me?

What dares you to cause trouble to me?

In terms of rank, I am now a department-level cadre. How dare you, a section chief, fight with me, He Daqing?

In terms of manpower, I can just give a simple call and thousands of people will easily obey my orders.

Did you take the wrong medicine?

Dare you go against me?

Are you new here? Want to take credit from your military service chief?

Don't ask around. In this area in the east of Sijiu City, even your director can't do anything when he comes.

Do you know you are wrong? "

"know."

"louder please."

"understood!"

"Humph, it's good that you know you're wrong.

That is why things have been uneasy these past few days, and a severe crackdown has begun.

Otherwise, I will strip you naked and hang you on the city wall to embarrass you.

What do you think about my son He Yuzhu's matter? "

The militia chief said quickly:

"I, I will release him as soon as I get back."

He Daqing shook his head.

"Tell a captain to go back and release them, and I'll have my men follow.

I will release your father and mother later.

As for your wife, your son and daughter-in-law, they will stay in our Red Star Winery and do hard labor for a month, which will be considered as a lesson for your family.

If I ever hear again that there is bullying in your family, I will have my own ways to make sure your family gets the retribution they deserve.

By the way, I see that you have a lot of old things at home.

Lend me your cloisonné bottle for a year or so."

The section chief finally learned his lesson.

"Master He, why bother talking about whether to lend it or not? If you like it, I will send it to you."

He Daqing raised his neck and nodded.

"Well, you are quite smart, kid.

Things, I really like them.

If you want to give it to me, that’s not possible.

I have never accepted ill-gotten gains.

How about this, I'll pay you 10,000 yuan to buy your bottle.

I'm different from you. When I see something I like, the first thing I think of is to spend money to buy it.

You are a fellow who always tries to take advantage of others and never follows the right path. I despise your despicable behavior the most..."

This time the militia chief was completely convinced.

First of all, when it comes to shamelessness, He Daqing is much better than him, by more than one level.

Cloisonné is the pinnacle of metal craft technology in the Ming Dynasty, and any piece of it is worth a fortune.

Its production process only existed in the palace and was a complicated and comprehensive craft.

It integrates the techniques of fine arts, carving, inlay, metallurgy, glass melting and so on.

The craftsmanship of cloisonné is extremely delicate and complex, and it is impossible for ordinary people to combine dozens of top craftsmanship together.

Therefore, cloisonné metal utensils have always been exclusive to the royal court.

The section chief didn’t know how much this precious old item was worth.

But it definitely can't be bought with ten thousand yuan. Damn, a pound of fat meat costs ten thousand yuan.

Not to mention ten thousand yuan, even if it was ten million, the section chief wouldn't want to sell it.

He Daqing threw ten thousand yuan to the militia chief.

“Everyone present here, please bear witness.

I, He Daqing, paid to buy his cloisonné jar.

Freedom of buying and selling, fair trade, no deception..."

After saying that, he called in two more team members and asked them to send the section chief's eighty-year-old mother and eighty-year-old father home.

By the way, take back the cloisonné jar bought by He Daqing.

The work was done and the dust settled. The tense atmosphere was gone and the atmosphere in the office began to become harmonious.

A few people drank tea, smoked, ate fruit, and chatted, and they began to talk about the crackdown in their conversations.

An hour later, He Yuzhu, with a bruised face and nose, arrived at He Daqing's office.

As soon as he entered the door, he started asking questions.

"Dad, I heard you became the factory director?

Really?

Then you have to avenge me. Look at me, my whole face has been beaten into a pig's head.

The militia chief beat him up so hard.

He hit not only my face, but also yours. He didn’t give you any face at all…”

He Daqing pointed at the militia chief with a bruised face and nose sitting on the stool.

“Look, he’s the militia section chief, his face is more swollen than yours, he’s got his revenge.

Well, go back to the courtyard. We are cracking down hard recently, so don’t cause any trouble…”

"Dad, you are amazing!

Haha, section chief?

My father is the factory director, but he has no vision at all.

Dad, I want you to be the deputy factory director..."