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Zhao Peng slept quite late, but he didn't sleep for long before he was woken up by the phone.

It's Wuqing.

"Lao Wu, why are you so anxious? It's midnight."

"I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"Our company sign...splashed with red paint."

Zhao Peng sat up with excitement!

An hour later, Zhao Peng arrived at the company's door.

The headlights at the door are as bright as daylight.

Several people were standing in front of the signboard and watching.

It was around three o'clock in the morning, and except for the doorman Lao Dong, there were only a few workers from the engineering team left.

Zhao Peng threw the bicycle aside and stepped forward to push the crowd away.

Immediately my forehead was congested.

I saw the sign that I had just made recently, the huge gilded characters were splashed with red paint, and it looked like a pool of blood under the light.

It can't help but make people feel nauseous.

Wu Qing walked to him, "Mr. Zhao."

"What's going on?"

"It's Song Qiancheng's son."

"Where are people?"

“In the guard room.”

“Bring it here.”

"OK."

Wu Qing went into the guard room and took Lao Dong to come over with him.

The young man was wearing a plaid shirt with long hair and dyed exaggeratedly yellow.

He was not tall and was grabbed by Old Dong, as if he was holding a little chicken.

When he saw Zhao Peng, the young man didn't care, but said carelessly: "You are the boss, you'd better let me go, otherwise my brother wouldn't let you have a good time. I don't ask who spoke on this North Street."

"His brother is Teacher Song."

Wu Qing explained beside him.

Zhao Peng suddenly thought of Song Jianshe and shook his head quickly, how could Song Jianshe have something to do with this kind of thing?

"It's Song Qiancheng's eldest son, who is stumbling on the road, and he has opened a small martial arts training class on the North Street. I heard that he has a few kung fu."

Zhao Peng nodded.

He had never heard of Teacher Song's name in his previous life. I guess this guy is either too strong or too weak.

No wonder Song Qiancheng is so arrogant and steals things unscrupulously. He can still survive in the factory without working hard. His relationship is just a relationship household.

If you want to open a factory on this North Street, it will be difficult to operate normally without handling these social relations. The King of Hell is easy to mess with, but the little ghost is difficult to deal with.

Even if you send them to the police station, you will still be urinary after being detained for two days.

Therefore, ordinary merchants are too lazy to care about these people. They suffer some losses as long as they don’t have to worry about normal business.

Having said that, he dealt with Song Qiancheng, and he stabbed the Song family's hornet's nest, and he came to cause trouble for him one after another.

Last time I was a nephew, so I will become a son directly.

It's really a father-son soldier.

Zhao Peng told the construction team not to watch, and it was time to work.

In the venue, he was left by Wu Qing, Lao Dong, and Xiao Song.

"Let me go, my brother won't let you go." Xiao Song was not nervous at all. It seemed that he did a lot of such things on weekdays.

Zhao Peng walked up to him with a smile and asked, "Did you splash this paint?"

"So what's wrong?"

"Why do you want to splash?"

"If you like it, just splash."

"Okay, I get it."

Zhao Peng suddenly withdrew his smile, grabbed Xiao Song's neck, pulled him directly to the ground sign, and pressed his face against the sign.

Start rubbing.

The sign was originally uneven, and Zhao Peng's hands were strong and he only polished them a few times. Xiao Song's face turned red while screaming "Wow" and his face turned red. I don't know if it was the grinding blood or paint.

"It hurts so much that I feel pain. You can let go of me, let me go!"

Xiao Song struggled desperately in pain, but his small body was no match for Zhao Peng at all. Zhao Peng's hands pinched him tightly like steel claws.

It is more difficult to break free than to ascend to the sky!

"You want to die. If you don't let me go, my brother will kill you...ah! No, don't. Don't wipe it, it hurts so much."

Zhao Peng seemed to be deaf and ignored him at all.

I dragged him and wiped him for more than ten minutes before I threw him to the ground.

"Who did you just talk to?"

Xiao Song was so painful that he couldn't speak.

He was already afraid of Zhao Peng.

This young man looks about the same age as him at most, but he is much more powerful than him when he is cruel.

"Do your brother have a phone number?"

Xiao Song nodded subconsciously.

"Lao Wu, give him the phone and ask him to call him brother."

Wu Qing hesitated and pulled Zhao Peng aside, "Mr. Zhao, there are still some people around Teacher Song who are following him. Now let him come here, there are not enough people here..."

"It's okay, there's no need for so many people."

Seeing that Zhao Peng was determined and had decided, Wu Qing couldn't say anything else. He asked Xiao Song's phone number and read it several times before he could get it through.

"Who are you?"

The man's voice came from the other side of the phone, which was a bit magnetic and not bad.

"Are you Teacher Song?"

Wu Qing is somewhat unconfirmed.

"I am Song Qian, who are you?"

Very kind.

"Teacher Song, your brother picked up the paint bucket in the middle of the night and poured the signboard of our company. Now that I am here, are you talking to him on the phone?"

“Where is the sign?”

"Fros, that is, the original garment factory, is now acquired by our boss. Before the newly-made signs are opened, they are all splashed with paint. Why don't you say a few words to your brother?"

Xiao Song heard his brother's voice on the phone and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, come and save me, I'm going to be beaten to death!!"

Song Qian was silent on the phone, and his tone was still calm: "Are you the ones you caught on the spot?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know he is my brother?"

"I don't know at first."

"Now I know, can I let him come back? I will come to solve the problem in person tomorrow?"

"This...you wait."

Wu Qing covered the phone's receiver and told Zhao Peng about the phone's content.

Zhao Peng smiled and said, "It's okay to tell him not to come, but Xiao Song must stay under the sign and cannot leave."

Wu Qing unexpectedly saw a little indifference in Zhao Peng's eyes.

He had never seen it before.

I always thought he was a gentle person.
Chapter completed!