I am reborn without a pattern

Songjiang No. 2 Leather Factory, since its reorganization and merger of several small factories last year, has made great achievements in export processing trade. However, with the sound of a gunshot in the finance office, the "big shopkeeper" of this young large enterprise, the director of the finance department, Dong Liancheng put some mental pressure on his colleagues in the finance office.

The news reported the incident the next day, and workers in the factory were talking about it. Public opinion was completely uncontrolled and allowed to ferment because it was just a small scene.

Compared with several other popular companies, it's just a drop in the bucket.

The chief financial officer of "Shangshi Real Estate" jumped from the Tianrong Building where "Ronglu Investment" is located. He started jumping from the 30th floor and chose a midnight in the dead of night.

One of the shareholders of "Oriental New Century Mall" was fished out of the Huangpu River by sanitation workers at around six in the morning. He originally thought he was a mannequin, but he didn't expect it to be a real person.

The autopsy initially determined that he had taken poison and then jumped into the Huangpu River.

Death shouldn't be too painful.

Very decent and a fastidious person.

"Oh, I'm going to die. Gui, what's the news? How can Dong Liancheng from the Second Leather Factory have a gun?"

"How could I know? I'm just fooling around (playing)..."

In an alley in Gaochang District, citizens lined up to buy the "Four King Kongs" in the morning and blocked the outside of the breakfast shop.

They were all talking about the rumors they had heard.

Wu Qinggui, who came here to have fun last night, was stopped by a local senior to inquire about the news.

Wu Qinggui looked completely clueless. Although everyone knew that he was an "inquirer" and a helper among helpers, he was really keeping his mouth shut at the moment.

When he was young, he had seen strong winds and waves. When the old man in his family still had an official position, he had also seen it. The waves on the Huangpu River today are quite big, quite big.

Where is this?

He still owed corkage fees to several nightclub owners.

Who knows if these bosses will come to him to ask for travel expenses when they are on the run.

But fortunately, he is usually smart and will reveal from time to time that he also does things for the "God of Wealth", but no one is pursuing his debts.

Of course, it also has something to do with his good habit of not being in debt for the New Year.

In the past two days, the "God of Wealth" has been in Songjiang. Wu Qinggui actually wanted to join in the fun and help the idle boss instead of working in the camp. Wouldn't that be a waste of time?

As a result, before he could collect the anchovies and pay his respects to the "God of Wealth", this series of deaths caused him to cancel the reservation directly with the chef.

Just save it and wait for the wind and waves.

In the evening, he originally wanted to go to a nightclub in Gaochang District to order a little girl to sing and sing. The location was quite remote. Near the airport, a newly opened hotel had a sign co-branded with a liquor brand. The back was darkly lit, which was dedicated to passionate performances. The nightclub also has a table for "small gambling and pleasure", and there are not even two million coming and going in one night.

However, I didn't expect that when I got there, I saw that the crowd was full of people. All kinds of "ghosts and monsters" were blocking the door of the nightclub. Since the nightclub was not open tonight, naturally the little sister's thighs would not open.

"Old Wu!"

Someone shouted loudly in Mandarin, "Lao Wu! Lao Wu, Lao Wu! Come, have a cigarette, have a cigarette."

His face trembled. In the past, he would have been wary of this guy when he saw him, because this guy was a "chicken head", and he was the most non-human type. He was also ruthless, and the "lady" who died in his hands probably wouldn't few.

A top-notch bastard who belongs to his fellow villagers.

Wu Qinggui usually works as a pimp and rarely comes to see him, unless the client has really picky tastes and insists on choosing someone from a certain place or a certain ethnic group, and wants something unique, then there is no other way.

"Mr. He, you're too polite. This is..."

"Fatty He, who is this? With this family..."

"No, no, no, Lao Wu is a local, and he usually helps introduce business."

At this time, Fatty He was not at all as sinister and ruthless as Wu Qinggui's impression, and the fear he showed was completely unconcealed.

Something happened.

Wu Qinggui didn't get out of the car, he just lit his cigarette with his head, and his car didn't turn off.

Don't dare.

Apparently there was another group of people around Fatty He.

These people just waved to Wu Qinggui as a greeting, but the impatience in their eyes became more and more serious.

"Old Wu, you are well-informed. Boss Qin didn't show up today and the store is not open. What's going on?"

The "Boss Qin" in Fatty He's mouth is just a title, that is, the table boss of this nightclub. In fact, no one knows whether his surname is Qin.

At this time, Wu Qinggui's eyes showed confusion: "Mr. He, I don't live in Gaochang District. If there is something going on in Liancheng, I might know a little bit about it. When I come to Boss Qin, I can't even get a red double happiness package." ah."

As a veteran broker, he still has some acting skills.

In his mind, he quickly recalled the boasts of this damn place. In the twelfth lunar month of last year, it seemed that "Boss Qin" had set up a business. Everyone would set up an investment company and then earn the interest.

In the past, each "big brother" would lend his own money, usually "fellows helping fellows", and thirty points was the minimum.

If it's on the "Small Gambling for Joy" platform, there will definitely be a handling fee.

If it is a formal loan contract, a "head interest" will be paid in advance.

It sounds like the profits are very high, but "bad debts" are the main ones.

The harder it is to see the light, the less likely it is that one or two fat sheep can be caught and slaughtered.

Only if you can clean yourself up can you make a lot of money.

"Boss Qin" said that he had a strong backstage and was the second or third in command of some bureau. Now, as long as he had money, he could invest in a project and quadruple his money.

Last December, "Boss Qin" used all his money in this nightclub as capital. Wu Qinggui didn't know how much money he had raised in total. He was satisfied with making hundreds or hundreds of thousands a year. If a big boss gave him more rewards, he would kneel down and bark a few times, which was also good.

So he didn't join in the fun. When he was not in the limelight, he had a little sister, and when he was in the limelight, he had a mistress. He thought this life was quite good.

However, out of professional habit, he still found out some information. "Boss Qin" raised nine figures here.

After that, it was very stable for half a year, and no one thought there was anything wrong.

Even the bastard He Pangzi would send a "Huazi" or "Supreme Pixiu" to his younger brothers from time to time. Every "big brother" who was just making a living was happy to make a fortune.

Now...

It seems that everything has changed.

The police have tips, as do hangers-on like Wu Qinggui, and people like Fatty He... naturally.

It all depends on how sincere they are when they show their respect and care.

So Fatty He is fearless, and he has the capital in his hands, so it's nothing to borrow one or two times the amount.

However, with Wu Qinggui's eyesight, he can see that there is definitely more than one group of "creditors" following Fatty He today.

There are at least seven or eight different groups of people.

And some of them have nothing to do with Fatty He, and they are from another group.

Thinking of these, thinking of the rumors last night, and thinking of the "God of Wealth" coming...

Wu Qinggui, who was smoking, was sweating on his back, and he couldn't help but urinate.

This is more frightening than when he saw the braised puffer fish almost sending away a group of old cadres.

"Mr. He, there are still ribs burning in the pressure cooker at home, I'll go back and take a look. Bye."

Put the reverse gear on and leave directly.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to Wusong District.

Why go to Wusong District?

Because it is a heavy industrial area, hiding around the steel plant and breathing exhaust gas for two days is good for physical and mental health.

Listening to the traffic broadcast along the way, from time to time there were reports of a male dead body found somewhere, or someone found something that looked like a body in the Huangpu River...

When he stepped on the accelerator to the north, he heard crackling sounds. He thought it was firecrackers. When he found something wrong, he looked down on the overpass.

There was a gunfight in a warehouse area...

Then there was the more exciting sirens, and soon, Wu Qinggui even heard the sound of helicopter propellers.

Book that...

Slip away.

On the night of August 3, a horrifying gunfight occurred in the warehouse of the "Shashi Group" near the Beizhai Road overpass.

Anyway, that's what the news on August 4 said.

The reason for the big commotion was that a special minibus stopped at the warehouse of the "Shashi Group" in Zhuzhai Lane.

As soon as it arrived, three cars rushed out from behind and fired at it. The "Longdun Security" shift team that was doing equipment maintenance here naturally fought back with weapons.

The scale of this gunfight was second only to the special era, and because it caused six deaths and four injuries, it was called the "August 4 Zhuzhai Lane Special Shooting Case".

The news was so explosive that even the United States of Moxicanos on the other side of the Pacific Ocean reported it. The National Daily was the front page headline, directly suppressing the parliamentary elections of Ross Country, and even America's plan to promote peace talks between David Country and Canaan was ranked behind.

Because this is a very rare situation.

Large-scale gunfight, Greater China, these two words, put together are very inconsistent.

Unlike the United States of Moxicanos, big flour merchants often hang small citizens who complain about them on the streets, and that's not a big deal.

Shooting every day, that is the basic operation of the "Big Brother" in North America.

Can it be called news?

Of course, under normal circumstances, the United States of Moxicanos cannot have such efficient media efficiency. It is purely because the old American media people in Songjiang know how to do business. Just this piece of news was sold for 1,200 US dollars.

However, it was on the front page of the "National Daily" and the old American media people spent 20,000 US dollars.

After that, various American international media reprinted the report of the "National Daily" of the United States of Moxicanos...

Rational, objective, and fair...

In short, the "August 4 Zhuzhai Lane Major Shooting Case" was described as the deterioration of the investment environment in mainland China, the obstacles to embracing correct values, and the trampling of this and that rights...

Anyway, it was quite lively.

But it didn't last long.

August 5.

Still the United States of Moxicanos, still the "National Daily", reported a wheel fork case that occurred in the suburbs of Kabul, the capital of Tocharistan.

Not only photos, but also videos.

The photographer was a mechanic from an airborne division; the victim was a black man from the Marine Corps; the perpetrator was his comrade.

It was also a front-page headline, but this time he received 25,000 US dollars. After all, he was not an old customer, so it was in line with general economic laws to raise the price appropriately.

In this business, the saying "old customers are worse than dogs" is not popular.

Following up with the Moxican United States National Daily, a guy named Assange posted a series of violent cases inside and outside the American garrison on a "deep web" website.

No one knows where he got so many secret information, and he is definitely the top of the top.

On the second day after the "August 4 Zhuzhai Lane Massive Shooting Incident", Boss Zhang also made an appointment with the golden-haired old man to play bowling.

It's not that he doesn't want to play golf, but he is really afraid of being shot from a distance.

Wu Taian worked overtime for two consecutive days, scolded his local old comrades, and argued with the "800,000 Imperial Army Chief Coach" for more than an hour.

Although Wu Taian was a "soldier" at this time, he had no pressure at all to scold "officers".

He eats this bowl of rice.

You know, the condolences ended on the 1st, and in just three days, the minibus was gone.

Will the buses be gone next time?

Will there be "Huanggutun" everywhere next time?

"The Clinton family is promoting the violent case of the garrison in Kabul. Now the media in those Democratic states are reporting on this matter."

"So did they make money?"

"Of course, shorting some military stocks made a little money. I also made some money, not much, a few hundred thousand US dollars. After all, no one knows whether the troops will be withdrawn next. If the military court intervenes, at least some military operations will be suspended, which will damage the orders of many companies."

The golden-haired old man suddenly remembered something. After throwing a ball, he picked up a towel and wiped his hands while asking Zhang Haonan, "How much did you invest in that water supply base?"

"60 million."

"Damn it, the bitch in Washington would rather give you business than give me."

"You are of German descent."

"Oh yeah."

The golden-haired old man nodded, "Eisenhower too, isn't he?"

"Please..."

Zhang Haonan spread his hands, "'Mamie' comes from Dude."

"OK."

Hearing Zhang Haonan say this, the golden-haired old man raised his hands in surrender.

After all, Eisenhower's wife was originally named Mary Geneva Dodd, nicknamed "Mamie". Unlike the former American president who was a poor bastard, Dodd's family was a wealthy family since the "Civil War".

There are a lot of brigadier generals named Dodd, and even the first "Father's Day" was born in the family.

Trump?

Can a pro-China person named John be considered one of our own?

Don't be silly, it's not that easy to "raise the flag".

The golden-haired old man who couldn't make this kind of military money was indignant and complained, "I am a patriot."

"What a coincidence, I am too."

"..."

The two tycoons each said nonsense that their followers couldn't listen to at all. After the golden-haired old man won, he wiped his sweat and said happily: "By the way, Zhang, I consulted, if I enter the development of high-end residential buildings, would it be suitable?"

"I said..."

"OKOK, I know, 'Louis Dreyfus', 'Louis Dreyfus', 'Louis Dreyfus'..."

After saying "Louis Dreyfus" three times in a row, the golden-haired old man said, "Look, my Chinese name is Donald, right?"

"Yes."

"In the seventh century AD, there was a great empire in China called the Tang Empire, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

"This is very lucky! Right? Tang , Tang Empire, there must be some connection, isn't it a good topic? "

"..."

"Well, look, Zhang."

The golden-haired old man stretched out his hand and waved it, as if introducing a grand blueprint to Zhang Haonan, "Tang Empire, NO.1, the high-end residential building I developed is called 'Tang NO.1', how about it?"

"In fact, the Han Empire is invincible..."

"I can call it Hannade."

"Fuck, Tang."

"OK, it's settled, I will come up with a plan, and then you must participate in it. When I think of the huge profits that cannot be shared with firm comrades, my conscience will feel uneasy. "

"Fuck again, Tang."

"Please give me wealth, Mr. 'God of Wealth', I really need money. "

"..."

For money, the golden-haired old man doesn't mind being shameless.

But as soon as the voice fell, he heard a hurried "bang bang" sound from outside.

"Boss, go!"

Wu Taian immediately covered Zhang Haonan and quickly changed the safe passage to evacuate.

The golden-haired old man who was smiling just now also shuddered and shrank back, and a group of people immediately slipped away.

Good guy, they came on August 4th, and it's only been two days, and they come again? !

There is no doubt that the police station, which had not changed its leader before, is destined to change its leader this time.

It was not a good year, who would have thought that after the "August 4 Zhu Zhai Lane Special Shooting Case", they would dare to make a fuss?

However, the problem this time is much more serious than the last time.

Because Zhang Haonan and the golden-haired old man came out randomly, not by appointment.

In other words, in just a few dozen minutes to an hour, their whereabouts were leaked.

Either there is a problem with the golden-haired old man and his gang of foreign devils, or there is a problem with Zhang Haonan, or... there is also the last situation, there is a problem with the local peripheral security.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Zhang Haonan, who got on the bus, burst into laughter. The frightened old man with golden hair leaned on the back of the seat and asked loudly, "How can you laugh at this time?"

"Why not? That's more than 20 billion in profit?"

"Walter?"

The confused old man with golden hair had his brain shut down.

What bullet?

Worth more than 20 billion?

If there is, can you shoot him with two bullets?