King of Industry

  Chapter 399 was photographed by Brick

   Coming out of the crowded Yangcheng Railway Station, Zhao Guoyang sighed in his heart when he saw the pedestrians wearing cool clothes and hurrying along the street.

   In just half a year after his rebirth, this is already the fourth time he has set foot in the city of Yangcheng.

   But every time I come here, the surrounding environment seems to be changing. These changes may not be large, but they are definitely visible.

  Since the spring breeze of reform and development has blown across the land of China, Yangcheng, the gateway to the south of China, has become a gathering place for laborers from all over the country.

  Chinese people's enthusiasm for "going south for gold" is definitely higher than ever.

  Yangcheng was probably the busiest city in the country in the 1990s, and its degree of commercialization was even slightly better than that of Beijing and SJ.

  In this fast-paced city, it can be said that there are opportunities everywhere, but there are also some ugly phenomena.

   It's not that Zhao Guoyang just came out of the train station, and saw a guy with a parted hair in the front of the flower bed. He was taking advantage of an old man's rest and taking a nap. He picked up the bag beside him and was about to leave.

  This kind of petty theft happens everywhere, especially in crowded places such as stations. Now that he has seen it, he must take care of it.

   "Hey, what are you doing, put down the bag!" Zhao Guoyang shouted immediately upon seeing this.

  The old man seemed to be awakened by a start. He looked up and saw this scene. He hugged his bag and shouted, "What are you doing with my bag?"

"What the fuck, I took the wrong bag!" The middle part mumbled and put down the bag, then walked over with a bit of annoyance on his face, pointed at Zhao Guoyang and cursed: "You are on the street! It's none of your business, is it itchy skin?" !"

  Zhao Guoyang's face was slightly cold, he grabbed the opponent's finger and slammed it and shouted: "What's the matter, you can still be so confident in stealing things, who do you think you are!"

   "Ah, it hurts, let go!" The middle part suddenly knelt down and shouted.

  Zhao Guoyang said in a deep voice: "You are such a big man, you don't go to work if you have hands and feet, and do this kind of dirty business. Don't be seen by me again, or you will be sent to jail!"

   After finishing speaking, Zhao Guoyang added some strength to his hands, and then pushed forward, and the bowed middle parted head suddenly fell all over the place.

   "Death to the street, you dare to meddle in my business, you really deserve a beating!" The middle part blushed, got up from the ground, and punched Zhao Guoyang.

   After being reborn, Zhao Guoyang's physical fitness is much stronger than before, so facing this skinny monkey-like guy, there is no pressure at all.

   He grabbed the fist of the middle parted head with quick eyesight and quick hands, then twisted hard, pinned his arm directly behind his back, and then raised his foot and kicked it unceremoniously.

   Plop!

  Zhong fell headfirst to the ground and was kicked and gnawed on the mud. It was not known whether it was a broken lip or a loose tooth, and his mouth was full of blood.

   "Hey, if you have something to say, don't do it!"

   "That's right, young man, don't be so angry, it's wrong to hit someone!"

   "That person was bleeding from your beating, there might be an accident!"

  At this moment, two or three people suddenly surrounded Zhao Guoyang from the side, seeming to persuade Zhao Guoyang to fight, making it difficult for him to make a move.

   "I said, why are you holding me? Send that guy to the police station!" Zhao Guoyang looked at the posture of these people and suddenly felt something was wrong.

   At the same time, the half-haired man who had fallen on the ground across the street stood up again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards him like a ghost.

  Zhao Guoyang became vigilant, and shouted while struggling: "This guy is a thief, I want to notify the law enforcement officers!"

   "He is a thief, what did he steal? We didn't see it, but we saw you beating someone!"

   "Even if you are a thief, you can't just hit someone casually. If you are killed, you will have to pay with your life!"

The few people who seemed to be dissuading still held Zhao Guoyang's arm reluctantly, and the middle parter took out a switchblade from his pocket, with a smirk on his mouth and said: "Pu Jie boy, you dare to hit me, I have to give you Bloodletting, let you know what will happen if you meddle in your own business!"

  At this moment, how could Zhao Guoyang fail to see that these few persuasives were most likely accomplices of the split, and they would stand up to help when they saw that the situation was not good.

   "Let go, or don't blame me for being rude!" Zhao Guoyang stepped back a few steps, waving his arms, and shouted with a bit of anger.

   "Okay, we are loose, it's none of our business if you beat us to death!"

   "Young man, you are really impulsive, you have to suffer a little bit to be a man!"

   "Knives don't have eyes. If you stab a key part, it will be fatal. You'd better go away!"

   While talking, these people pushed and pulled Zhao Guoyang, as if they were creating opportunities for Zhong Bing to attack.

   "Want to run, where are you going!" Zhong split up, brandishing a switchblade, and rushed up quickly, screaming strangely.

"Get out!" Seeing this, Zhao Guoyang suddenly exerted force, raised his leg and kicked Zhongfen's head directly, kicking his switchblade flying, then pulled out his arm, and landed his five-finger fist **** the latter's face, causing Zhongfen's head to immediately slam. Let out a miserable scream.

   Right at this moment, a guy next to him who was trying to persuade him suddenly took out a brick from his bag, and slammed it **** Zhao Guoyang's forehead.

   This heavy blow made Zhao Guoyang stunned. It wasn't until a wisp of viscous liquid slipped into his eyes that he realized that he had been photographed.

  At this moment, the old man whose bag was almost stolen finally came to his senses and shouted loudly: "Come on, help me, I've been robbed and killed!"

  Those guys originally wanted to continue to be cruel, but they all shrank back after hearing the voice.

  Looking at Zhao Guoyang, who was fainted on the ground with a pale face, several people looked at each other, not daring to stay for a long time, and immediately ran away.

   "Damn, it's actually being photographed by the bricks, it's really careless..." Looking at the other party running away in a daze, Zhao Guoyang felt dizzy for a while, and finally passed out.

  A moment later, the security management personnel of the station came after hearing the news, but they didn't catch the assailant, and had to rescue the injured Zhao Guoyang.

  …

  Beside Yangcheng Railway Station, in the back row of a Jetta, Liang Hongjun was anxiously looking at his watch.

   "Xiao Zhang, are you sure that the K288 train from Jinling City arrives at 11:00 noon? Why is it already 12:30, and there is no news yet?"

Hearing Liang Hongjun's question, Xiao Zhang, the driver in the front row, turned his head and replied seriously: "Mr. Liang, I just got off the train and checked. This train K288 must arrive at eleven o'clock, and it has already arrived. It's been a while!"

   "Then why is there no news? Could it be that I missed it?" Liang Hongjun said in a daze.

   "No, I have to call back to the factory to ask. Bie Guoyang didn't find me, so he has already rushed to the factory, and I'm still waiting here."

  Liang Hongjun picked up the newly equipped mobile phone, and was just about to make a call to the reception room in the factory to inquire, when the phone rang suddenly.

  Listening to the urgent phone call, Liang Hongjun's heart felt inexplicably twitched.

  He hurriedly pressed the switch button, and a strange voice came from inside.

   "Hello, hello, is this Mr. Liang Hongjun of Siyang Group?"

   "It's me! You are?" Liang Hongjun responded repeatedly.

   On the other end of the phone, after confirming Liang Hongjun's identity, he continued to speak: "Mr. Liang, I am Zhang Guangyi from the railway station police station."

  After listening to this person's confident self-introduction, Liang Hongjun guessed that the other party must be a cadre of the police station, and immediately he responded repeatedly: "Ah, Director Zhang, hello, hello."

  Zhang Guangyi didn’t deny Liang Hongjun’s name, he obviously acquiesced, and then said: “Mr. Liang, I have something to confirm with you. Do you know a comrade named Zhao Guoyang?”

"I know each other. He is my good friend and a partner of our Siyang Group. I made an appointment with him today and picked him up at the train station. Why, he didn't find me, please call me Is it on the phone?"

  After Liang Hongjun asked this question, the tone on the other side was a little awkward.

"This...it's like this, Mr. Liang, Comrade Zhao Guoyang...he got off the train, was beaten unconscious, and is now in the hospital. People from our police station found your business card on him while checking the situation. That's why I called you!"

   "What! What did you say?" Liang Hongjun yelled out of composure, and his whole body felt like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

Director Zhang on the opposite side heard his cry and quickly comforted him: "Mr. Liang, don't worry. According to the doctor's preliminary examination, Comrade Zhao Guoyang fainted temporarily because of a blow to the head, and his life should not be in danger. ..."

   Director Zhang's words finally made Liang Hongjun relax a little bit.

  He let out a long breath, and asked in a loud voice: "Director Zhang, thank you for your call. I don't know which hospital Guoyang is in now. I'll go see him now."

   "Er, should, should."

  Zhang Guangyi coughed and said: "He is currently in the Third People's Hospital of Yangcheng City. The comrades from our railway station police station are dealing with it there. Mr. Liang, you should go and inquire, and you should be able to find him."

   "Okay, then I'll go over now, and please Director Zhang!" Liang Hongjun thanked Director Zhang and hung up the phone hastily.

   "Xiao Zhang, hurry up and go to the Third People's Hospital of Yangcheng City!" Putting down the phone, Liang Hongjun immediately called out to the driver Xiao Zhang.

   "Okay, Mr. Liang!" Xiao Zhang had just learned about what happened from the leader's call just now, so he didn't talk nonsense at the moment, just turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and roared away.

  Looking at the surrounding buildings receding like flying, Liang Hongjun gradually calmed down.

  The news that Zhao Guoyang was knocked unconscious and was in the hospital was too sudden for him, and he was a little confused just now.

   At this time, after calming down a little, Liang Hongjun gradually realized the seriousness of the situation.

   Liang Hongjun should be said to be very familiar with Zhao Guoyang, a friend who has forgotten his years. Liang Hongjun has also been paying attention to his recent situation.

   On the surface, although this young man is only a middle-level worker in the small factory of Hongda Machinery Factory, his actual influence is astonishing.

  Not to mention others, Li Kejian and Li Lao from the Ministry of Machinery and Electronics Industry alone value Zhao Guoyang very much.

   If something really happened to him in Yangcheng, Liang Hongjun was worried that Mr. Li would be able to accuse Siyang Group of Xingshi against him.

   "No, I have to report this matter to Mr. Li as soon as possible, in case something happens to Guoyang..."

   "Bah, bah, crow's mouth!" Liang Hongjun slapped himself, but took out his mobile phone.

  (end of this chapter)