The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

"What!" Old Huangtou stood up abruptly, clutching the microphone, and turned over his teacup by his sleeve.

"Eighty-seven minor injuries and one fatality," the picket leader repeated. "It was over by the time we arrived."

"How did the assault end? Who died? There were really only 87 minor injuries?" The old yellow head gently corrected the picket leader's characterization.

"The hot-blooded youth slightly injured 69 people, and the comrades in the security department slightly injured 18 people. The dead were Chi Chaochao who came from Shengjing. Most of the injured comrades were the hands of Chi Chaochao." The picket leader swallowed wisely. Two words from the team leader, "The comrades in the security department are very measured. Except for late catch-up, there is not even a slight injury..."

"According to the onlookers, that late catch-up is very powerful, and the comrades in the security department can't keep their hands..." the leader of the picket explained, "If the four people he brought over drove away and left him, there would be no Can't keep him..."

"Well, I see." Old Huangtou tried his best to swallow his curiosity and said calmly.

"Then we will close the team?" The leader of the picket had little contact with the old Huangtou, so he confirmed it worriedly.

"Yeah." Old Huangtou hummed and put down the phone.

More than 600 passionate youths!That's not more than 600 primary school students!

The security office of Red Star Factory is full of more than 200 people. With one enemy and three, can they still have the ability to keep their hands?ah?

Even with more than 600 desperate elementary school students, it wouldn't be like this, would it?ah?

Is this the fucking security office?The elite of our army only use cold weapons to this extent, right?

Hot-blooded youths are notoriously heartless and desperate!

The old yellow-headed hands with thick knuckles slowly rubbed together, scratching a little...

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"They were too ruthless..." Yin Xiu'er said with a sympathetic face, "Why did they beat you to death with sticks?"

Tu Ziqiang leaned on the backrest with his hands folded, his legs crossed, and his feet resting high on the desk.

"You can't blame the officers, can you? That person is too powerful!" Lu Xiaohua blushed and argued, "You didn't pay attention at the time, but I saw it, good guys one by one!"

"But..." Yin Xiu'er sighed.

"Besides, that person is not a good person. You didn't see the way he looked at us yesterday!" Lu Xiaohua added, "I heard from the comrades in the security department that there are many rascal women in that boy!"

"Hey, I know, it's just that I can't bear it..." Yin Xiu'er lowered her little head slowly, her eyes peeking at Tu Ziqiang.

"Don't talk about his character, it's not our business, we have to judge." Tu Ziqiang put down his legs and looked at Lu Xiaohua gently, "We don't have the right to judge..."

"Oh, Brother Qiangzi, I was wrong..." Lu Xiaohua lowered her head slightly, twisting and twisting the fingers of both hands.

"But we are not wrong, right." Tu Ziqiang looked at Yin Xiu'er with his lips pursed, "They come to beat us, we have to resist? Right? There is no such law in any country..."

"Hmm..." Yin Xiu'er lowered her head, her face turned red, and she didn't know what she thought of.

"Let's go and see the injured comrades..." Lu Xiaohua pulled Yin Xiu'er and ran away, without any resentment on her face.

Tu Ziqiang looked at the backs of the two girls and shook his head helplessly.

bell bell bell...

The phone rings.

"Hello, the sawmill of Hongxing Factory..." Tu Ziqiang answered the phone with a grin.

"Qiangzi? I'm Cai Baojian..." Cai Baojian's thick voice sounded from the opposite side.

"Ah, Uncle Cai, I'm Tu Ziqiang..." Tu Ziqiang replied with a smile without saying a word.

"The provincial government is very concerned about your affairs," Cai Baojian explained across the street, "but comrade Wujiu said that the matter was resolved when they arrived?"

"Hey, Uncle Cai, I didn't know it was all up to you!" Tu Ziqiang chuckled, "Yes, it was already resolved when they came."

"Ah, you have to do your job well, you know?" Cai Baojian on the opposite side hesitated for a moment and told him that he had nothing to say.

"Uncle Cai, don't worry!" Tu Ziqiang smiled and waited for Cai Baojian to ask.Based on what he knew about Cai Baojian, he couldn't help but ask.

"Come over for dinner on weekends." The other side said after a while of silence.

"Hey..." Tu Ziqiang smiled but didn't take the initiative to speak.

"Qiaoqiao is back on the weekend..." The other side was silent for a while.

"Uncle Cai, aren't you curious about how we solved it?" Tu Ziqiang quickly changed the subject.

"Well, how did you solve it?" The other person replied lazily.

"Uncle Cai, that's what happened..." Tu Ziqiang hurriedly said in detail from beginning to end.

"Well, not bad." After Tu Ziqiang finished speaking, the other party was silent for a while, and hung up the phone after replying with three words.

"Why is this old Cai so sluggish today? I've learned to be ashamed, hahaha." Tu Ziqiang scratched his head in doubt and smiled, "It's a good thing we don't mention Cai Qiaoqiao!"

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"Hmm, um, um..." Old Huangtou gradually tightened his grip on the microphone.

This is like telling a story, and the solution to the matter is too ingenious!

"This child," said the old Huangtou, leaning back on the chair slowly, "was born 40 years late!"

"It's not that bad, I thought so too!" Cai Baojian's voice came from the microphone, "It's like telling a story, you can drink two catties with wine!"

"Haha," the old huangtou laughed, "by the way, I have to babble."

"Well, leader, I'm listening..." Cai Baojian on the opposite side became serious.

"Self-examination is very important, but the work must be done carefully!" Old Huangtou said slowly with his eyes narrowed, and took out a cigarette from the drawer with his free hand.

"Well, I understand!" Cai Baojian was very sure.

After hanging up the phone, the old Huangtou lit a cigarette and took two comfortable puffs. He looked at the few remaining cigarettes in the iron drum, choked his mouth and choked the butt, and put it back carefully...

"I'd rather give up two acres of land than a cigarette butt!" The old man laughed at himself and said to himself.

Tapping lightly on the desk with his fingers, the old man shook his head and picked up the phone.

"Xiao Zhao? I'm Old Huang..." Old Huangtou said with a smile.

"Oh? Good news?" Xiao Zhao on the other side let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, good news, good news!" Old Huangtou smiled slightly, a little gossip.

The only sound in the microphone was the whistling current.

"Let me report to you..." The old yellow head clicked his lips, and didn't continue to play tricks.

a long time.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" After listening to the old Huangtou's narration, Xiao Zhao was silent for a while and exclaimed, "I was born 30 years late!"

"Hey, to tell you the truth, it made my hands itch!" Old Huangtou said exaggeratedly.

"Haha," Xiao Zhao laughed dryly, "Hurry up about the fertilizer factory!"

"Well, I understand." The old Huangtou replied seriously.

"I'm very curious about how he will deal with the two extra equipment from the factory..." Xiao Zhao muttered and hung up the phone.

"I'm curious too," the old Huangtou muttered to himself while pinching the phone, "Tsk tsk, I can't wait!"

Gada, the receiver is on the phone.

The old Huangtou clicked his mouth, reluctantly looking at the cigarette case in the drawer...

bang...

The drawer was closed tightly, and the old yellow head walked out of the office with his hands behind his back...