Inside the car.

Luo Jiajun rubbed his face and said, "This old Jia, I still don't understand. You said, you've been cold for so long, and you're still a short time to get results? We are in the same team, you honestly send me away first. Can't you do the rest in the future? Zhou's group is so easy to do, so why don't Ozawa be lying down in Myanmar? "

"Yes, Lao Jia has the ability, but he can't see the situation clearly." Dong Guan nodded and replied, "I hope he doesn't mess around."

"Look back and persuade him."

"Yes." Dong Guan nodded and continued to ask: "Shiu Qiao left last night, didn't call you again?"

"No." Luo Jiajun shook his head.

"Oh." Dongguan sighed: "He said last night a bit disappointing! No matter what, he came from you... Without you, would you say he would have what he is today?"

Luo Jiajun responded after a long time of silence: "Everyone is like this. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Now he is the one who gives him status and power, not me, Luo Jiajun. It is normal for him to change... Dongguan, in fact, sometimes Liao Ang looks very accurate, this person is the most difficult to get along with. I was very nice to you ten years ago, and it may not be as good as someone else who invited you to have a drink yesterday. If the relationship is not right, it will fade, and it will be over if you look at it."

Dongguan could feel that Jiajun felt very uncomfortable because Qiao Shuai was really accused of following him when he had no money. When he first came to Zhejiang J from Dongb, he didn't even have the money to rent a house. Jiajun took him in, and finally asked him to go to Ozawa with her out of trust. But last night, when Qiao Shuai said that, let alone Jiajun was uncomfortable, even Dongguan felt uncomfortable.

Jiajun may not care whether Qiao Shuai can help him get the project. The key is the latter's attitude, the position of the Marriott who stood dead in the prosperous times.

But what about Qiao Shuai?

He had to make a statement last night and had to make the statement clear...

Therefore, this matter cannot be right or wrong. It’s just that real life forced the two to their respective corners, and they had to listen to something and say something.

...

Inside the Sanxin Company Office.

Jia Guandong waved his hand to greet a strong man and said, "Come on, big army, sit down."

"Oh." The strong man wore a thin jacket and shaved socialist hairstyle, and sat next to Jia Guandong with his teeth bared.

“How long have you been to the company?”

"In less than two years, haha." Dajun smiled.

"Who did you come with?"

"I asked me to come at the beginning." Dajun intervened and replied.

In just two short sentences, Jia Guandong figured out the situation of Dajun in the company. First of all, he was a manager at a construction site, fiddling with the foreman, and the role of the convoy in the convoy, but Luo Jiahong did not take him with him when he left, so this person was obviously not the core. And Jiajun could not reuse the person left by Jiahong, so Dajun might be a character that grandma doesn't love and uncles don't love.

Jia Guandong reached out and took out a small box from his pocket. After lowering his head and opening it, he exposed the fluffy golden cigarette shreds in the box. Then he pinched a small piece of cigarette shreds with special cigarette paper and asked, "Can you roll it?"

"Haha, Mr. Jia, are you still smoking a dry tobacco?" Dajun asked in a loud voice.

Jia Guandong responded speechlessly: "This is a special supply of tobacco. None of the leaders at the municipal level can be smoked. Can it be compared with dry tobacco?!"

"Oh!" Dajun nodded: "I understand, I understand, it's almost the same as a peony with three characters."

Jia Guandong shook his head and asked, "Can you come some?"

"Okay, I can roll it." Dajun was a thick man. He reached out and grabbed nearly half a box of tobacco in the box. He skillfully took the special paper and rolled it up. After rolling it, he even dipped it with saliva for a while, then looked up and asked, "Mr. Jia, are you here?"

Jia Guandong glanced at the mouth full of saliva and wet, and waved his hand: "No need, I'll do it myself."

"Brother, what's the matter with me?" Dajun asked straightforwardly.

"Jiajun will have to leave DaL sooner or later, and I may be in charge here in the future." Jia Guandong lowered his head and fiddled with the cigarette and said, "I will talk to you and communicate with you."

"Then the relationship is good." Dajun smacked his lips and smoked, "Brother, if you have anything to do, just say a word, I will definitely finish it for you."

"It's really something." Jia Guandong said with his head up.

"What's the matter?"

"Today, the sand turning factory called me and said that it could not supply the company for the time being, for fear that Zhou's group would cause trouble for them." Jia Guandong frowned and said, "I can't swallow this tone, I want to mess with them."

"Didn't Jiajun say he wanted to report the case?" Dajun asked on his own initiative.

"This matter cannot be resolved if it is reported. Can the police go there once, and can they go there a hundred times? Zhou's group is going to cause trouble at the construction site, what should I do?" Jia Guandong replied softly: "Jiajun just wants to leave quickly, and doesn't want to waste his energy on these things."

"Mr. Jia, what do you mean?" Dajun asked in a blink of an eye.

"Let me find two people..." Jia Guandong lay down beside Dajun's ear, said softly and asked, "Do you understand?"

"If you don't comply with the rules in the circle, you can move others, and they can move you." Dajun responded a little embarrassedly.

"Do you have any relatives in DaL?" Jia Guandong asked.

"No." Dajun shook his head.

"Do I have it?" Jia Guandong asked again.

The army was silent.

"What are you afraid of if neither of us?" Jia Guandong whispered: "Also, ask me some people to guard the construction site. If the Zhou Group comes, then fuck them to death. Report the case after the fight. Do you understand?"

"It's okay to find someone." Dajun nodded and asked, "But you don't need to say hello to Mr. Luo for the things I just said?"

Jia Guandong smiled: "You listen to Mr. Luo, listen to me?"

The army thought about it: "Of course I will listen to you."

"Then do it." Jia Guandong patted Dajun's thigh and said, "Don't worry, you can help me with this place in the future. Brother Jia will not treat you badly."

Dajun laughed so hard that he couldn't stop. After nodding his head, he picked up the ashtray and spit out yellow phlegm: "...Thank you, Brother Jia."

Jia Guandong looked at the vulgar army and said after a long silence: "...Quality, quality needs to be improved!"

...

One hour later.

Dajun sat in the Jetta, holding the phone and said, "You can find some people for me, not demolition, look at the construction site. Well, you have money to get it!... I guess this job will take a while... You can find forty or fifty people for me first... Well, just click on the head and stay at the construction site, keeping the food."

It was past seven o'clock in the evening.

Yang Long and Wei Huzi, who had just been released from the detention center, were cooking at Yang Long's grandma's house. A young man with a social head shaved and pirated LV leather bag walked into the yard with a smile.

"Fuck, Xiao An," Yang Long asked, touching his big bald head, "Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!