Chapter 95

At this time, Jiang Jiang Jianhua no longer had the previous good impression of Zhao Zhao Jianlong. As for the gifts he received, he had long forgotten what they were. There were so many people sending gifts every year, how could he remember them all?

Seeing Jiang Jiang Jianhua walking towards him, Zhao Zhao Jianlong hurriedly stood up: "Director Jiang!"

Jiang Jiang Jianhua nodded: "Come out with me."

Zhao Zhao Jianlong didn't think much about it. After all, he hadn't sent fewer gifts, he just thought there were important words to say to him, so he stepped out.

Several other outstanding youths glanced at Jiang Jiang Jianhua and Zhao Zhao Jianlong in surprise, and then didn't pay any more attention. It's just that they never imagined that after Zhao Zhao Jianlong left, he never came back.

Out of the recording hall, Jiang Jiang Jianhua looked at Zhao Zhao Jianlong and sighed: "Your Top Ten Outstanding Youths title has been cancelled."

Zhao Zhao Jianlong was stunned, and then his face turned gloomy, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Why?"

Jiang Jiang Jianhua handed the newspaper in his hand to him: "See for yourself." After saying this, he didn't look at Zhao Zhao Jianlong again and turned back to the recording hall.

Zhao Zhao Jianlong saw the report about him at a glance, his head buzzed, and his face instantly turned from gloomy to pale. Looking up, it was actually the People's Daily. No matter how ignorant he was, he knew the status of the People's Daily in the country. No wonder Jiang Jiang Jianhua kicked him out of the Top Ten Outstanding Youths directly.

"It's over!" Zhao Zhao Jianlong shouted in his heart. If it were any other media in the province, he would have a way to eliminate the influence, but the People's Daily was a knife hanging over his head. He wanted to reach up and take it down, but he was too short and his strength was too small to reach it.

Zhao Zhao Jianlong was in a daze for a while, and then he shuddered, found his mobile phone, and called Huo Xing.

Huo Xing personally sent his child to the nursery in the morning, accompanied his wife to go shopping, and had just found a restaurant to eat when his mobile phone rang.

He picked it up and pressed the answer button. Before he could speak, Zhao Zhao Jianlong's voice came from the receiver: "Where are you?"

Huo Xing said: "I'm in the province too."

"Something happened!" Zhao Zhao Jianlong said in a low and somewhat panicked voice: "I'm going back to Jiangzhou now, you go back immediately too. By the way, you find a copy of the People's Daily first..."

"Beep beep beep..."

Huo Xing realized that something big had happened, because in his impression, Zhao Zhao Jianlong was always so indifferent, unperturbed by favor or humiliation, and had never been so panicked. He hung up the phone before he had even finished speaking.

"You eat by yourself, something happened at the company, I have to go back and deal with it." Huo Xing said to his wife, stood up, and was about to leave.

"Leaving again!" his wife said unhappily: "How long has it been since you came back? The child doesn't even recognize you anymore."

Huo Xing is a ruthless person, and there are many women outside, but his love for his wife and children is not fake.

"After I finish dealing with it, I'll come back and spend more time with you and the child." Huo Xing looked at his wife with guilt, walked quickly out of the restaurant, found a newsstand at the intersection, and bought a copy of the People's Daily.

"Chaos in Jiangzhou Game Hall," Huo Xing saw the big headline at a glance, and it was on the front page, which also indicated the importance the newspaper leaders attached to this matter.

Huo Xing gasped, his face didn't look any better than Zhao Zhao Jianlong's, and he hurriedly picked up the phone and called Zhao Zhao Jianlong.

"Brother Long, don't go to the game hall after you go back, and don't contact anyone, wait until I go back."

"Alright!" Zhao Zhao Jianlong said and hung up the phone.

In Jiangzhou, outside the Tenglong Game Hall on Central Street, three men were pulling a long banner, which read: Tenglong Game Hall induces minors to gamble, causing our whole family to fall into the mud, with high gambling debts. We implore relevant departments to severely punish the game hall boss Zhao Zhao Jianlong.

"Return my hard-earned money!"

"Return my hard-earned money!"

The three men waved their fists and shouted, and the crowd around them was dark, watching the excitement excitedly. As long as they were Jiangzhou people, they knew that Zhao Zhao Jianlong was a big hooligan, but that guy was very good at whitewashing himself, had extensive connections, and those who had opposed him had disappeared.

Unexpectedly, three warriors came today, and they were holding banners. In everyone's eyes, this wasn't coming to seek justice, but coming to die.

Inside the game hall, Er Fei was sitting at the door drinking tea, looking at the three people making a scene in a leisurely manner. And Chang Mao and Juan Mao were hugging their shoulders, with playful smiles on their faces.

"Did you call the police?" Er Fei asked Chang Mao and Juan Mao behind him.

Juan Mao nodded, looking at Sun Dahai with fierce eyes: "Reported, I know that big guy, I'll deal with him after this matter passes."

At this time, Sun Dahai gave a wink to the other two, and then the three looked at each other, nodded slightly, and suddenly took out a red brick from their cotton coat pockets and rushed over.

It was too sudden. Whether it was Er Fei or Chang Mao and Juan Mao, no one expected that Sun Dahai and the other two would be so bold as to rush into the game hall, and then they heard the sound of smashing and the sound of broken glass.

"Fuck!" Chang Mao and Juan Mao shuddered, turned around and ran in, then picked up the steel pipes in the cashier's counter and smashed them at Sun Dahai and the other two.

Although the three were prepared and dressed quite thickly, it still hurt when the steel pipe hit them.

The three held their heads and ran around in the hall, letting out screams, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so they ran out, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"Help, murder!"

"Save me!"

"I'm dying, help!"

Chang Mao and Juan Mao rushed out of the game hall, raised their steel pipes and were about to hit them again, when Zhou Andong, who was standing in the crowd, roared: "Stop, what do you want to do? In broad daylight, do you still want to kill someone?"

Chang Mao and Juan Mao were stunned. They didn't expect that at this time, someone would dare to interfere. When they looked up, they were stunned. Why do they look so familiar? It seems they have seen them somewhere.

Zhou Andong walked over and looked at Er Fei, who was still sitting at the door of the game hall drinking tea: "I remember Brother Langtou was watching the scene here, why did you bring this fat pig back again."

Daring to say Er Fei is a fat pig, the anger on Chang Mao and Juan Mao's faces was even stronger, but Zhou Andong knew Langtou, which made the two of them dare not act rashly.

"Do you know Brother Langtou?" Chang Mao asked tentatively.

"I know!" Zhou Andong took out a cigarette and lit it, smiling and saying: "We are very familiar, even if he eats and sleeps, he will think of me."

Hearing Zhou Andong's words, the onlookers suddenly realized. No wonder he dared to interfere, it turned out to be a bird of a feather, all acquaintances.

"What's your name?" Juan Mao asked.

Zhou Andong took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke: "My name is Zhou Andong!"