Bright Sword: I am Li Yunlong's old squad leader

Chapter 287: A Real Man Should Not Bleed

Only at this time did the factory manager feel a little scared.

"Good man, don't be so impulsive. Let's talk it over."

"We are all just trying to make a living, there is no need to fight to the death."

"Although I am nominally a factory manager, I am also helping others with their work?"

"I thought you were quite arrogant just now. Why didn't you say so earlier? A scumbag like you deserves to die." Wei Dayong slapped him a few more times.

A series of slapping sounds were heard, and the factory director's mouth was full of blood.

"Stop it, stop it." The factory manager was not a fool. I guess the whole of Shanghai knew who this spinning mill belonged to.

Since the other party dared to bring so many people here blatantly, it means that they don't take them seriously.

"You female workers should go back and not stay here." Wei Dayong looked at these skinny female workers, each of whom had a pretty face.

But these beautiful girls should never be bullied by these bastards.

These girls were so frightened that they didn't know what to do. They all nodded.

Wei Dayong picked up the factory director and walked out.

In the factory yard, two or three hundred security guards and supervisors stood there, at a loss for a moment.

They threw the sticks and whips in their hands to the ground.

Faced with loaded guns, these beasts all panicked.

A dozen Tongji University students and their staff were cleaning up the account books.

When the boss saw this, he was scared to death.

"What are you doing, my dear? I don't care where you are from. I just want to tell you one thing." The factory director looked at Wei Dayong and said, "To be honest, the boss behind our factory is Miss Song. You should know Miss Song's true identity without me having to explain it."

After hearing this, Wei Dayong smiled coldly: "I don't know, I only know that this factory is producing in violation of regulations.

No matter who is behind this factory, as long as they violate regulations, don’t blame us for being rude.”

The factory manager walked to the side and said, "Brother, can we have a word? Sometimes there is no need to block the road. Leaving a way for others is also leaving a way for yourself.

If you block the road, the consequences will be disastrous."

Wei Dayong did not follow him, but stood still: "If you have anything to say, just say it here. I am not interested in walking around with you. Go ahead and say it."

The factory director winked at Wei Dayong.

"If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being rude to you. If you make eyes at me again, I'll dig your eyeballs out, believe it or not."

After hearing this, the factory manager sighed helplessly. He didn't expect Wei Dayong to be so rude.

"Brother, to be honest, the boss behind our factory is Miss Song. I don't need to say much about her strength, you should know it.

He is no small figure. If you offend him, I think you will end up in trouble."

After hearing this, Wei Dayong raised his hand again: "Stop talking nonsense. I brought people here to seal this place because I know that Miss Song is behind it."

"If you have any sense, hand over the key to the safe, open the vault, and let us go in and check."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you bastards."

Wei Dayong pulled the bolt hard, and with a click the bullet was loaded.

"Brother, let's talk. The Miss Song I'm talking about is not the Miss Song you think of. The Miss Song I'm talking about is the Miss Song who is as rich as a country and has tremendous power."

"I'm talking about her. If it was someone else, I wouldn't have investigated." Before Wei Dayong finished speaking, he pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the bullet hit the factory director near his feet.

The Desert Eagle bullet was extremely powerful, and a big hole was directly created in the ground under the factory director's feet.

The factory manager was so frightened that his face turned pale and he immediately lost control of his bladder, with yellow liquid flowing down his trouser legs and onto the floor.

"Stop talking nonsense, if I continue talking nonsense, I will shoot you in the head."

The factory manager only then realized that he had run into a tough opponent today. If he continued like this, he would definitely not gain any advantage.

"Okay, okay, but we don't have much money in our factory, Miss Song. We have a rule that the money left in our factory can only sustain one week's operation.

He deposited all the rest of the money in the bank. Our financial staff goes to the bank to deposit money once a week?"

Wei Dayong didn't expect that this man named Song was actually an expert in financial management.

Just at this moment, a student from Tongji University came over.

"If the boss wants Miss Song to return the money in the bank, he can ask the factory manager to call him and tell him that he needs to buy a large amount of raw materials."

Wei Dayong didn't understand financial matters, but since the college students said so, he thought what they said must make sense.

"Just do as you say." Wei Dayong walked over. "Come here, hang up this factory director and break one of his legs."

Two soldiers walked over quickly and tied the factory director's hands behind his back.

Immediately afterwards, the two soldiers hung the factory director up.

"Have mercy, have mercy, we will do whatever you tell us to do, please don't do it."

"What do you want me to do, my good man? If I dare to say no, it won't be too late for you to fix it."

Wei Dayong knew that these bastards said one thing and did another.

If the factory director were to call Miss Song and reveal some information privately or have any ill intentions during the conversation, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, it is better to nip the problem in the bud and prevent it before it happens.

The factory director must be made to understand that Wei Dayong is no pushover and can take his life at any time and anywhere.

The soldiers swung their rifle butts and hit the factory director.

Once, twice, three times.

The factory manager was hit so hard that he screamed like a ghost.

After more than half an hour, both of the factory director's legs were broken and he was dying.

"Put him down and let him think carefully about how to make this call." Wei Dayong saw that the call was almost done.

The factory manager was shaken off and burst into tears: "Please spare my life. I will say and do as you tell me. I will never have any bad thoughts again."

"If I dare to have any other thoughts, God will punish me with five thunderbolts and let my whole family be hit by a car when we go out. I have sworn such a poisonous oath. You can believe me now, right?"

"Calm down. A real man sheds blood, not tears. Why are you crying, a factory director?"