Chapter Seventeen: Welcoming Guests, Welcoming Distinguished Guests

  Three days have passed since the incident, and many people are still talking about it. Lu Dahong, the chairman of Dingxin Group, was scared out of a bar and ran away in a panic. This has become one of the two biggest "news" stories, along with Guan Jianjun being thrown off a building. In comparison, Guan's voluntary jump from the window and the throwing down of Lu Feng and Mo Wei seem insignificant.

  Lu Dahong didn't get to enjoy the treatment of being a flying man in mid-air because he was Zhao Ya's biological father, although his surname followed his mother's, the blood in his bones couldn't be erased. For Zhao Ya's sake, Zhang Shidong didn't make Lu Dahong jump out of the window either.

  Zhang Jun's name has spread far and wide, now in Pingjiang City, who doesn't know Zhang Jun's name? He even dared to wrestle with the steward, ignoring Mo's family, forcing the newly appointed Lu Dahong to flee. Everything Zhang Shidong did was attributed to Zhang Jun. Some people say he is too arrogant, some people say he is domineering, but others say he has a deep background. In short, overnight, who in Pingjiang doesn't know him?

  Daring to fight and daring to take on responsibilities is not heroism; being able to remain calm and quiet for three days without the person involved mentioning it again, that's what real endurance is.

  In the face of Zhang Jun's strong momentum, all three parties chose to endure in silence, with no movement for three days. The arrogant steward retreated and kept a low profile, the Mo family who protected Huai Zi also chose to remain silent, and Lu Da Hong even sent Lu Feng to the hospital and then disappeared.

  What is behind Zhang Jun? Ordinary people always don't take Zhang Jun's small deputy department level seriously, and always think about whether there are big bosses supporting him.

  People in the system know how much power a deputy director of a central branch has. Recently, the provincial hall's surprise action against the branch made everyone in the central branch sleep with their swords drawn. Many officials were suddenly taken down, and almost all the newly promoted people in the branch were either transferred from outside or promoted locally. This also gave Zhang Jun a great opportunity to win over a large number of local promotees who had no background, take over a large number of subordinates, and add to his already considerable prestige. In a short time after taking office in the central branch, he has already gained the capital to call for action.

  Within his authority, he can really make a big difference in what he wants to do. The power in his hands has given him an innate superiority in setting up his own career. Nobody likes the police, nobody is not afraid of the police. He made up his mind to do things, and the people below cooperated. In the central branch and even the municipal bureau, there was no one who dared to underestimate him.

  Power is always above money.

  Zhao Mei Ru was implicated, only a handful of people were clear about it, and only a handful of people understood that the reason for this matter to be hushed up was that she had spoken out behind their backs, harboring resentment and hatred, could it be so easily resolved?

  The moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, the mountains south of the river are calm.

  Overlooking the source of the Jiang River in the half-mountain area, the most luxurious villa area in Pingjiang was built, scattered on the south mountain slope.

  Guān jiā, over a decade ago, in the entire Beihai Province, who didn't know him? Many of today's big-shot brothers still roaming around Jianghu were all nurtured under Guān jiā's brilliance back then.

  At the entrance of a villa in the hilltop area, a deep-colored sedan was parked, accompanied by a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses with a serious expression. Inside the brightly lit villa, at one end of a long table that could seat dozens of people, Guan Jianjun sat in a wheelchair, with bandages on his arm, leg, and several strips of medical tape on his face. He looked like an ice-cold sculpture. One by one, the big brothers who had entered the villa shouting "Brother Jun" or "Boss Jun" fell silent, smoking and waiting for him to speak.

  One hour, two hours passed, Guan Jianjun sat there without saying a word, the atmosphere in the villa became increasingly heavy.

  "Brother Jun, I'll take care of this." The thin man sitting next to Guan Jianjun was wearing a very ordinary street T-shirt. He was the first to enter and had been accompanying Guan Jianjun, not smoking, not speaking, and expressionless. However, no one in the villa dared to underestimate him. As the head of the "handling matters" organization, Xiao Gui always collected money for handling matters, with a group of ruthless and cunning subordinates who dared to commit various crimes at any time. If he were to take action, it would truly be disregarding Zhang Jun's identity, and everything would follow the rules of the underworld.

  Everyone stood up with him.

  "I'll put up one million."

  "I can also have one million here."

  "One person is coming from my side."

  "In the country, I will arrange."

  "I'll take care of the arrangements when I leave."

  When handling matters, they are the most ruthless and leave no room for maneuvering. If you make a mistake with one leg, they won't let you off with just one hand. When something goes wrong, each link in the chain has been arranged in advance, and whoever makes a mistake will take responsibility. The program is so rigorous that it even exceeds the regulations, and this tradition has been passed down for many years, with everyone following it.

  A slightly dragging footsteps sounded, on the stairs, a bald Tang suit old man walked down slowly holding the railing, without speaking expression calm, just with his footsteps, let the entire villa inside a silence.

  "What's wrong, why aren't you speaking up? Speak!!" Just the change in tone was enough to make everyone present lower their heads, revealing the immense power and authority that the bald old man possessed here.

  "This matter, let's stop here. I suspect that Zhang Shidong is related to the military and we can't afford to lose sight of the bigger picture because of this small trap, which we cannot fall into."

  "Qiu Gui's eyes were bloodshot with rage: "Jun Ge, you can't just take a beating for nothing. I'll take responsibility for this myself, it has nothing to do with anyone else. Eagle Master, please give the order."

  The bald old man, Eagle, limped down the stairs with his left leg and came to the front of Skinny Ghost, raised his hand and slapped him: "When did you, Skinny Ghost, become the master of the house?"

  The thin ghost hastily lowered his head, not daring to resist in any way. The finger marks on his face and the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth seemed to be unnoticed. He stared coldly at the ground with clenched fists.

  The eagle-like man scanned the room, and everyone lowered their heads under his piercing gaze. The steward never "cheated", the stewards were always just Jianghu people: "You're all doing well now, with people in cities and towns calling you 'big brothers', with many willing to die for you following behind, your wallets are bulging, women are plentiful, even Linhu can't stop your expansion, great, great, none of you are the little monkeys you used to be, each one has a company, all are bosses..."

  "Eagle!"

  "Eagle!"

  "Eagle Old Man waved his hand: 'Alright, those who think they're too good for this place can leave.'"

  The skinny ghost was the first to react, pointing at the various big shots: "Get all those riffraff outside to withdraw, I'm resting, and it's not like you can show off how much money or people you have here."

  It wasn't until then that everyone realized, they were used to coming and going in a grand manner every day, but this was not the right place, it was the steward's lair. They quickly took out their phones and ordered their subordinates to quietly leave as soon as possible, so as not to disturb the neighbors nearby.

  The eagle-like man suddenly turned his head, staring at the man who had appeared at the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor, and coldly shouted: "Welcome, guest. Welcome, noble guest."

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