After leaving his father's villa, He Zhicheng drove directly to a bar and walked into the manager's office.

"Master He is here, please take a seat. Recently, two female students from art universities came to the store. They are pure and beautiful. How about we call them over and let Master He meet them?"

A fat man with a shaved head, a big gold chain around his neck, and mink fur said with a flattering face.

Next to the fat man, there was a charming woman wearing mink fur and a leather skirt. When He Zhicheng came in just now, the two of them were sitting behind the desk, hugging each other, and they didn't know what they were doing.

"Let her go out and talk to you about something."

He Zhicheng ignored the charming woman's seductive gaze.

"Xiaomei, you go out first."

The fat man waved his hand.

The charming woman hesitated to speak, and pinched the fat man with a pot lid reluctantly, twisted her waist, and walked out of the office.

"Baby, can you improve your taste a bit? The smell of low-quality perfume she wears gives me a headache."

He Zhicheng glared at the fat man angrily.

"Master He, I only have this hobby, but my taste can't compare with yours."

The fat man looked embarrassed.

"Let's get down to business. You asked before, does the person named Jiang have an aunt who lives in the old city?"

He Zhicheng felt that the smell of perfume in the room was too pungent, so he walked over and opened the window.

"She is the aunt of Jiang Hua's wife, and her daughter is Jiang Hua's secretary."

The fat man explained very seriously.

"The area where her house is located is also within our demolition scope, right?"

He Zhicheng stood by the window and said.

"Yes, the plan is to start construction after the new year."

The fat man is not from the demolition company, but the general manager of the demolition company is his distant cousin.

"There are only three days left for the Chinese New Year, and her house was demolished before the end of the year."

A chill flashed in He Zhicheng's eyes.

He is a person with a very extreme personality. During the previous meal, his father said that Jiang Hua had contact with someone from the province, which made him feel a crisis.

For people with a defective personality like his, violence is usually the only way to deal with a crisis.

"Master He, Jiang Hua is not an ordinary citizen with no money and no background. Isn't it inappropriate for us to do this?"

The fat man asked cautiously.

"He is famous outside, but he has no foundation in the provincial capital. I just step on him, what can he do to me?"

He Zhicheng took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes showing madness and domineering.

After inciting mass incidents and forcing away Lao Xu who wanted to shut down his demolition company, he now has blind confidence.

"Okay, I'll leave it to my cousin right away."

The fat man lowered his head respectfully.

He was originally a gangster on the street, and it was only after he became friends with He Zhicheng that he achieved his current glorious life.

"At the rice paper factory, have the workers not been paid for several months?"

He Zhicheng put on his glasses again and squinted at the street outside the window.

"Yes, you originally ordered me to set up a trap for the factory director Hua Bin. I have already taken care of it. He has lost all his house savings to us, and now he still owes us three million in usury loans."

The fat man took out an IOU from the drawer.

"Tell him to take the employees to the city tomorrow to ask for wages. I remember that across the road is the city guest house. He jumped from the roof. The debt of three million will be written off in one go. I can still take over the house.

Give him back his wife and daughter."

"If he doesn't dance, that's fine. The father's debt can be repaid by the daughter. I heard that his daughter is studying at the Normal University and is quite beautiful?"

He Zhicheng hid his face in the shadows and said.

The fat man swallowed hard and didn't say anything. Although he had done many unconscionable things, he still had a psychological barrier to doing things like this that forced people to die.

"If you can't do it, I can find someone else to do it."

He Zhicheng said calmly.

"No, Master He, please believe me, I can handle this."

The fat man shivered and woke up.

He had stepped into hell a long time ago. Now that he wanted to go ashore, it was already too late. He could only drift with the current of the River Styx, constantly rising and falling.

"If you follow me, you have to remember that we are wolves, we want to bite the meat from the sheep. Jiang Hua is the sheep. It doesn't matter if he has connections. Once Hua Bin dies, Jiang Hua will have enough connections after his death. If he works for a while, he won't care.

Take care of him."

He Zhicheng had a cold smile on his lips.

"Master He is wise, no matter how rich Jiang Hua is, he is still a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered by us."

The fat man gave a thumbs up and praised him against his will.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar calendar, it is appropriate to break down the house, have a funeral, and do nothing else.

The Spring Festival is coming soon, Jiang Hua drove his family to buy new year's goods. In order to avoid worrying his wife, he has not practiced boxing in the past few days.

"Why is the road ahead blocked?"

Su Zhirou sat next to her husband and looked doubtfully at the traffic jam in front of her.

During the Spring Festival, there are more vehicles on the road, which is normal, but there are not many private cars now, so it is said that it will not cause traffic congestion.

"What are so many people doing around the gate of the city compound? Brother-in-law, how about we find another way?"

Su Danyue and her little niece were sitting in the back row.

"The back is also blocked and you can't turn around. You guys sit in the car and I'll go down and take a look."

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, Jiang Hua could not get through for a while, so he opened the car door and got out.

Hundreds of rice paper factory workers blocked the road, held banners, and sat on the ground in meditation despite the cold even in the middle of winter.

A middle-aged man in a jacket, sweating profusely, holding an electric horn, was shouting to the sit-in workers: "Dear workers and friends, don't be like this. We have already solved the wage issue in the rice paper factory in a meeting. I

Lao Zhao promised everyone that his salary will be paid to everyone before the Chinese New Year."

"The Chinese New Year is just two days away. Who would believe you when you said you would get your salary before the year? Last time, you kept saying that you would make up for your salary. Where is the salary?"

A fifty-year-old employee wearing old work clothes stood up in anger.

"Master, don't be angry. This is a special fund. I will never deceive you. As for the factory director Hua Bin, ask him to come in with me. After the arrears of wages are settled, I will ask the finance department to pay the money this afternoon."

The man in the jacket held up an electric horn and searched the crowd for factory director Hua Bin.

"Where's Director Hua? He was here just now."

"My family doesn't even have money to buy New Year's goods. It would be great if we could really settle the arrears of wages before the end of the year."

"Hurry up and find Factory Director Hua and ask him to talk to the city. I've said everything here and the payment can be made in the afternoon."

After receiving the exact promise, the workers stood up excitedly and looked for the factory director Hua Bin.

At this time, a figure appeared on the roof of the seven-story city guest house opposite.

"Hey, isn't that Factory Director Hua? Why is he running to the top of the guest house?"

An employee who was looking around accidentally glanced and saw Hua Bin appearing on the roof of the building.

"Director Hua, please come down quickly. The city has promised to help us resolve the arrears of wages."

Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs below.

The man standing on the roof said nothing, holding a rolled up banner in his hand, with a somewhat sad expression on his face.
Chapter completed!