Chapter 392: Crisis

"What's going on?"

"What happened downstairs!"

"Fighting!"

Windows upstairs were pushed open one after another, and heads poked out. When the guys beating him saw that it wasn't good, they turned and ran, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Jiang Huaicheng struggled to climb up from the ground, endured the pain all over his body, and laboriously pulled the sack off his head.

"Bastard, don't let me know who you are, or I'll skin you alive."

Messy footsteps came from the hallway, and more than ten people ran out. Two of them were holding flashlights, shining them on Jiang Huaicheng's face.

Not looking was fine, but this look gave them a big fright. This person was beaten like a zombie in a Hong Kong movie, his whole face was bruised, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. In this dark night, it really looked a bit creepy.

"Buddy, how are you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No need!" Jiang Huaicheng felt a bit embarrassed and ignored these people, limping into the hallway.

"Hey, who is this? Which floor? Does anyone know him?"

"His face was beaten out of shape, who can tell who he is."

"Strange, he didn't drive this car here, did he?"

"Right, Old Dong's house on the fourth floor seems to have been rented out."

"That must be it, it must be the tenant."

"Damn, what kind of person did he rent to? Only lived here a few days and something like this happened. Who knows what will happen in the future."

"Exactly, I have to talk to Old Dong when I see him. This kind of person who provokes trouble shouldn't be rented to."

Cheng Zhanjun had just finished eating at Deng Zhangli's house, and the two were sitting in the study smoking.

"I really didn't expect Jiang Huaicheng to be so bold as to stop paying wages to the electronics factory." Cheng Zhanjun laughed and reached out to take the ashtray to himself.

"On the day of the auction, Zhou Andong went to sign the contract with me. He said to put the money into the city's financial account, and we might use it. Could it be that he knew Jiang Huaicheng would stop paying wages to the electronics factory?"

Deng Zhangli also laughed: "That kid is mysterious all day long, who knows what he's thinking all day."

Cheng Zhanjun flicked the cigarette ash: "This 80 million will be left for the electronics factory to pay wages. If because of this matter, we tear our faces with Gong Jimin now, it might affect Zhou Andong, which would be too disadvantageous for him."

Deng Zhangli nodded: "This 80 million is for special use and can only be used to pay wages to the electronics factory. No one can misappropriate it."

"Keep this in mind, notify them tomorrow." Cheng Zhanjun got up, "It's too late, I'm going back."

October 12, 1992, the 17th day of the ninth lunar month, Monday!

This month, on TV, in newspapers, and on the streets, there were Qin Chi advertisements, bombing people's eyes and ears every day. But when someone asked, there was no stock.

Just today, some people who liked to drink a little suddenly found that Qin Chi, which had been out of stock, was on the market.

Asking the price, because the new wine was on the market, there was a discount, and after calculating, it was cheaper than Jiang Xiaobai.

And there was a prize for opening the cap, with a minimum of one dime and a maximum of two yuan. As long as you bought it, you were 100% guaranteed to win.

This prize-winning sales method completely stimulated the enthusiasm of consumers.

On the first day Qin Chi was on the market, it sold 120,000 tons in the three northeastern provinces.

Supply Section Chief Tang Fuyuan, holding a bottle of Qin Chi, knocked on Gu Bing's office door. He didn't expect Du Chunlai to be there, and on Gu Bing's desk, there was already a bottle of Qin Chi.

"Secretary, Factory Director Du!" Tang Fuyuan also placed the wine in his hand on the desk, "Pinch is on the market."

Du Chunlai picked up the wine, unscrewed the cap forcefully, took out the one-dime note inside, and said with a solemn face.

"The factory director said that the helmsman of Qin Chi, Zhang Shengui, is very powerful. I didn't believe it. Now it seems that I was arrogant."

Gu Bing opened another bottle of wine, and inside was actually a one-yuan note: "This kind of prize-winning sales completely captures the consumer's psychology of wanting to take advantage, which is indeed powerful."

Du Chunlai said: "This can greatly induce consumer desire to buy and stimulate consumption."

Tang Fuyuan was a bit anxious: "What should we do now?"

"Cold mix!" Gu Bing said: "Didn't they say above that Jiang Huaicheng has strong ability? Then let him solve it. I want to see how strong his ability really is."

Hearing Gu Bing's words, Tang Fuyuan's eyes lit up: "Secretary, if our winery encounters a crisis and Jiang Huaicheng can't solve it, will our factory director come back?"

Gu Bing gave a bitter smile: "I hope so!"

Except for a limited few, no one knew that Jiangzhou Winery was in crisis.

October 16, 1992, the 21st day of the ninth lunar month, Friday.

On this day, all reports about Zhou Andong suddenly disappeared, which really made people feel a bit uncomfortable.

In the afternoon, the headline of the Provincial Evening News, the news that Lin Guosheng was taken away for investigation, exploded like a super bomb, and the shock wave spread rapidly. By night, this news was known to everyone.

Two days later, on the 19th, the incident about Lin Guosheng hadn't subsided when another bomb exploded: Du Jincun was taken away for investigation.

At noon that day, Tong Huaiyu boarded a plane to Beijing.

At night, Fengjing dispatched more than 300 police officers and more than 200 armed police to clean up Pang Yong's black evil forces.

They arrested more than 230 people, including 46 core members led by Pang Yong.

At the Panhe Municipal Bureau, Li Xiao sat silently in the office. The others of the special investigation team were also there, all like frost-beaten eggplants, smoking with their heads down, no one speaking.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The office phone rang suddenly. Li Xiao hesitantly picked up the phone, and it was the voice of the second boss of the Police Department, Xu Hongli.

"Li Xiao, you immediately lead the team back. The department will form another special investigation team to investigate the Gong Xu case."

"Good, okay!" Li Xiao's face turned pale, and he slowly put down the phone, then took a deep breath, stood up and said: "The department has ordered me to go back immediately, and another special investigation team will be formed to investigate the Gong Xu case."

No one spoke. Everyone slowly stood up and walked out of the office silently, then left the office building without even greeting the host.

Gong Jimin stood in front of the window with an ugly face. Lin Guosheng and Du Jincun's case, he, the boss, couldn't intervene, which made him angry and also feel a trace of crisis.

He turned and grabbed the phone, quickly dialing a string of numbers: "Old Leader, Lin Guosheng and Du Jincun have met with an accident, do you know?"

"Cough cough cough..."

A cough came from the receiver, and after a long while, he said: "I have had a cold these few days. I know about Lin Guosheng and Du Jincun. Abandon them, don't intervene anymore, otherwise you might also get trapped inside."

Hearing the old leader's words, a chill ran up Gong Jimin's spine, making him shiver.

"This... so serious?" ===== CHAPTER 393 =====