Chapter 144

Zhou Andong suddenly stopped, and Jian Qiu asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Shh!" Zhou Andong held up a finger and shushed. "Don't talk, listen carefully."

"Make Factory Director Zhou Andong get out here."

"He's not fit to be factory director at all."

"Zhou Andong is only how old? Letting him be factory director, isn't that nonsense?"

"The liquor Zhou Andong made killed someone; he has to take legal responsibility."

"Zhou Andong must be shot!"

"..."

Very discordant voices suddenly came from the crowd. Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Do you feel like this scene has a very familiar flavor?"

Jian Qiu's heart stirred: "The staff meeting that Yao Qixin stirred up!"

"Snap!" Zhou Andong snapped his fingers. "It seems that there should be someone planning behind today's incident."

Jian Qiu hesitated and said: "You mean to say that this was stirred up by Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou?"

Zhou Andong said: "Tell me, would our liquor kill someone?"

"Of course not!" Jian Qiu said.

"That's right." Zhou Andong said: "There must be fake Jiangzhou Yugong liquor, which is why it killed someone. No matter how bottomless Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou are, they wouldn't dare produce fake liquor to sell, especially liquor that can kill people."

Jian Qiu's eyes narrowed: "Tong Huaiyu!"

Zhou Andong said: "Tong Huaiyu is a stranger in Jiangzhou; no matter how much power he has, he couldn't have gotten fake liquor into the market in such a short time. After all, fake liquor is easy to produce, but bottling lines and printing and packaging plants willing to take the risk aren't that easy to find."

"Then it can only be Zhao Jianlong." Jian Qiu hit the nail on the head. "Only Zhao Jianlong, this local snake, has the guts, the ability, and the intention to target you."

"That's what I think too." Zhou Andong nodded. "Go call the police."

Jian Qiu stepped in her high heels and walked quickly toward the guard room.

Then, Zhou Andong said to Wu Cheng, "Go to the Cultural Palace, have the person in charge bring the video equipment, hurry."

"Okay!" Wu Cheng agreed, turned around, and ran toward the Cultural Palace.

Zhou Andong, who had lived two lifetimes, believed in "seeing is believing," so he had Wu Cheng notify the person in charge of the Cultural Palace to bring the video equipment to prevent the other side from inciting trouble and leaving him unable to explain himself.

Jian Qiu returned: "I called the police; they'll be here soon."

It didn't take long before Wu Cheng and the person in charge of the Cultural Palace, Zhao Yunhua, who was carrying the video equipment, came running over, panting.

"Factory Director!" Zhao Yunhua caught his breath and greeted him.

Zhou Andong nodded: "Turn on the camera and come with me."

"You're finally here." Seeing Zhou Andong arrive, Gu Bing let out a long sigh.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "I was here a long time ago, just not far behind you."

Gu Bing said irritably: "Then why didn't you come over sooner?"

"Move aside!" Zhou Andong patted the shoulder of the guard blocking the way.

"The Factory Director is here!" The guard turned his head, shouted, and then moved aside.

Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, and Gu Bing walked over, with Zhao Yunhua following behind carrying the camera.

"That's Zhou Andong; I've seen him in the news." A loud shout came from the crowd.

Zhou Andong looked up and pointed at the crowd: "I warn you, I have already called the police, and there is a video camera recording. Whoever has bad intentions and dares to incite the masses will have to take legal responsibility."

More than a dozen people in the crowd shrank their necks, especially those secretly recording with miniature video recorders; their bodies involuntarily retreated.

Zhang Kuili's face was covered in bloody scratches. Beside him on the ground sat a woman in her forties, silently shedding tears, while another woman comforted her.

"You're the Factory Director?" Zhang Kuili's inner anger could no longer be described in words.

Why was he so unlucky? His son's wedding was supposed to be a joyous occasion; he thought about buying a few cases of good liquor to treat guests, to have both face and substance. But who could have thought that it would kill someone? Not only could the wedding not proceed, but he also had his face scratched up by the victim's wife.

Zhou Andong nodded: "Yes!"

Zhang Kuili was furious, his face twisted—especially with the bloody scratches, he looked quite terrifying. He raised the liquor in his hand and roared: "Bastard, your liquor killed someone, do you know that?"

Zhou Andong raised his hand and waved it: "I am very sorry that such a thing happened."

"Sorry your mother!" A guy behind him roared: "Your liquor killed someone, you go pay with your life."

"Right!" Someone in the crowd followed up, "Make this black-hearted factory director pay with his life."

Zhou Andong tilted his head and looked at Zhao Yunhua: "Did you record the person?"

Zhao Yunhua shook his head slightly: "There are too many people."

Some people in the crowd sneered. Damn it, I'm hiding behind the crowd; if you can record me, I'll call you Daddy.

Zhou Andong looked up in the direction the voice came from and said to the crowd: "From now on, whoever catches these instigators, I will give a reward of two thousand yuan each."

With a roar, the onlookers suddenly became agitated. Two thousand yuan! For many people, that was a year's salary. At this, their eyes turned blue, and they turned their heads to look in a certain direction.

And those with bad intentions hiding in the crowd changed their expressions; no one expected Zhou Andong to pull such a move. If they dared to incite trouble again, the consequences were not hard to imagine.

Zhou Andong was very satisfied with the effect and said to Zhang Kuili: "You don't need to shout or curse at me. If it really is our liquor that has a problem, I will absolutely not shirk responsibility. If it's not, then you will also be responsible for the terrible consequences caused today. Fine, bring the liquor in your hand for me to see."

Just as Zhang Kuili was about to hand the liquor to Zhou Andong, Zhao Shuili suddenly stopped him: "You can't give it to him."

Zhou Andong frowned and looked over: "Why can't you give it to me?"

Zhao Shuili said with a guilty conscience: "If I give this liquor to you, what if you destroy the evidence?"

Zhou Andong said coldly: "If you don't let me inspect it, how do I know this liquor was produced by our factory? Just based on your empty words?"

"The police are here!" A shout came from behind the crowd, and then the crowd dispersed to make a path.

Several police officers walked over; they were from the police station opposite the distillery, old acquaintances, but Zhou Andong had never known their names.

"Chief Kang!" Yao Jun greeted them and shook hands with Kang Li, the chief of the police station.

Yao Jun was now the deputy chief of the security department and had dealt with Kang Li quite a bit during this time, so they were very familiar.

"Factory Director Zhou!" Kang Li shook hands with Zhou Andong as well.

Zhou Andong explained the situation to Kang Li and then said to Zhang Kuili: "With the police officers here, you don't have to be afraid of me destroying the evidence now."

Seeing the police arrive, Zhao Shuili was still quite timid, so he didn't dare to make a sound anymore. But those hiding in the crowd were restless again; this was absolutely the best opportunity to stir up trouble.

But they suddenly discovered that many people around them were peeking at them, and those gazes were very chilling, making them shiver involuntarily.