Chapter 1377

Dai Xiaomin nodded, wiped the corner of her eye, and then smiled.

Wu Xianping said with a smile, "Xiaomin's personality is exactly the same as my sister's—stubborn in temper, but kind-hearted and knows how to be grateful."

Dai Xiaomin sniffed, "I haven't been home for a while; I need to find time to go back and visit."

Wu Xianping said, "The New Year is almost here. Bring your mom and dad to the city, and we'll spend the New Year together this year."

"Okay!" Dai Xiaomin agreed.

Just then, there was a commotion in the crowd. Zhou Andong and the others looked up; it turned out the vehicle transporting the prisoners had arrived.

Yao Jun said, "Shall we go to the front and take a look?"

Zhou Andong waved his hand, "Forget it. Our position here is relatively high; we can see more clearly than those at the very front."

Chen Weimin said with a smile, "We should have bought a pair of binoculars."

The prisoners were escorted off the vehicle, their identities verified by the presiding judge, and then they were taken to the small woods at the execution site.

More than seventy people were lined up in a row. Zhou Andong was in a relatively high position, and because there were so many prisoners,

even in the small woods, they could see everything clearly.

After more than twenty minutes, they heard a whistle, followed immediately by a burst of gunfire.

From Zhou Andong's perspective, he saw three prisoners kneeling there, their backsides stuck up, as they collapsed face-first onto the ground.

"In this life, no matter what you do, you must never do anything illegal."

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette, lit it, and then tossed the pack to Yao Jun.

"Even in death, there isn't a shred of dignity, leaving their parents and children unable to hold their heads up in front of others."

Yao Jun lit his cigarette and passed the pack to Wu Xianping, "Zhao Jianlong was executed right here."

A long line of funeral home vehicles was parked there, and the prisoners' bodies were carried out one by one and loaded onto the hearses.

After the funeral home vehicles left, those guys who had been brought along as 'escorts' were carried out, their legs weak and trembling.

Perhaps they had been mentally strong before, not caring about death at all.

But just moments ago, they had seen with their own eyes the prisoners being shot in the head.

And it was right beside them; they could even clearly smell the gunpowder and the scent of blood.

In that moment, they were truly terrified, as if the strength in their bodies had been drained away in an instant, and they collapsed limply onto the ground.

Zhou Andong took a puff of his cigarette, "Let's go. I'm starving; let's find a place to eat."

Dai Xiaomin said, "Shall we go to my place for hot pot?"

Yao Jun waved his hand, "We had that last night, let's not have it today. Just find any place to fill our stomachs will do."

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Electronics Factory!

The TV station interview had ended, and Xiong Zhaoming was swaying as he personally saw Li Feng out.

"Comrade Li Feng, when will this interview of ours be broadcast?"

Li Feng said with a smile, "During the noon news; if not tomorrow, then the day after."

"Good, good, good."

Xiong Zhaoming nodded happily and waved at Li Feng.

It was his first time on television, and a news interview at that; he had to watch it.

Liu Qingjun whispered, "Director Xiong, shall we go back and keep drinking?"

Xiong Zhaoming was truly happy, "Let's go, keep drinking."

The people below, hearing that the drinking session would continue, were naturally happy to follow along.

But after this round of drinking, everyone was wasted, including several female comrades who were slumped over the table, unconscious.

Wang Fengling, however, was very alert, with not a hint of drunkenness in her eyes.

"Factory Director, what should we do now?" Wang Fengling said, holding her glass and taking another sip.

A young man beside her was also swaying a bit from the alcohol.

"Sister Ling, you've already drunk everyone under the table, why are you still drinking?"

Wang Fengling smiled, "Usually, we don't have the money to buy Yugong liquor to drink. Of course, I have to take this opportunity to have a few more sips; I won't be able to drink it later."

Liu Qingjun pointed to the two unopened bottles of Yugong liquor, "You can take these two bottles."

Wang Fengling's eyes lit up, and she asked in disbelief, "Factory Director, you're not joking?"

"When have I ever joked with you?" Liu Qingjun laughed, "This time, you are the greatest contributor; consider it a reward for you."

"Thank you, Factory Director."

Wang Fengling didn't stand on ceremony and put the two bottles of liquor away; these two bottles were worth over a thousand yuan.

Liu Qingjun said helplessly, "I really don't know whose stomach all that liquor went into; how can you not get drunk?"

Wang Fengling chuckled, "I don't know either why I don't get drunk. When the liquor goes into my stomach, it's just like drinking water."

"Alright," Liu Qingjun instructed, "Hurry up and call some people to carry them to the car and send them to the guesthouse."

The few electronics factory employees who had been drinking along were also confused after drinking everyone under the table.

Only Wang Fengling was sober, "I'll go arrange for people."

Soon, the security department personnel arrived and carried Xiong Zhaoming and the others, one by one, onto the bus.

Then Liu Qingjun personally sent them to the guesthouse and only felt at ease after seeing them delivered to their rooms with his own eyes.

Although he wished he could kill Xiong Zhaoming, he absolutely could not let him have any problems in Jiangzhou.

Liu Qingjun arrived at the guesthouse lobby, asked for a bottle of water, drank half of it in one go, and then let out a long sigh.

The mission was accomplished; what happened next would depend on how the Chairman handled it.

"Factory Director Liu!" The guesthouse manager, Wang Zhongqi, arrived, "What exactly are you all doing? Why did you send them here again?"

"I wanted to send them straight back to Fengjing," Liu Qingjun snorted, "Look at the state they're in from drinking; what else could I do but send them to you?"

Wang Zhongqi asked, "Are they paying for the accommodation themselves?"

"Of course!" Liu Qingjun said as a matter of course, "Our electronics factory has no money."

"You're the ones causing trouble; why do you have to drag me into it?" Wang Zhongqi looked helpless, "With my small arms and legs, I can't withstand the wrath of the Industrial Department Director."

Liu Qingjun laughed, "Xiong Zhaoming won't come after you, because he knows clearly that all of this was arranged by our Chairman. If he wants to cause trouble, he'll come after our Chairman."

Wang Zhongqi understood; he was just venting his frustration and asking for a favor from Zhou Andong.

"That sounds nice," Wang Zhongqi sighed, "Fine, who told me to know this bad friend Zhou Andong? I have to do the things he entrusts to me."

"I'm not going to chat with you anymore," Liu Qingjun waved his hand, "I still have things to do; let's talk another time."

Liu Qingjun left, and at this moment, Yao Jun parked the car at the distillery gate. As soon as Zhou Andong got out, he saw two middle-aged men pacing at the gate.

These two middle-aged men were none other than Factory Director Wu and Factory Director Zhang. When they saw Zhou Andong, they hurried over.

"Chairman Zhou, hello, I am Wu Shige, Factory Director of the Fengjing Components Factory."

"Chairman Zhou, hello," Factory Director Zhang hurried to say, "I am Zhang Yunqing, Factory Director of the Fengjing Electric Motor Factory."

"Hello to you both!" Zhou Andong shook hands with them, "You two came to find me—is something the matter?"

"Yes, there is!" Wu Shige nodded vigorously, "Chairman Zhou, why don't we find a place? My treat, shall we drink and talk?"

Zhou Andong shook his head with a smile, "I've just finished eating; let's talk in my office."