The young master who retreated was panicked. Also very helpless.
He witnessed Xiao Zheng beating his companions. This means that Xiao Zheng will not care whether they are the sons of the municipal party secretary or the deputy mayor. As long as you mess with him, he won't let it go.
Therefore, shouting slogans at this time is very unwise and of no use. He looked at Song Sicheng with pleading eyes, hoping that the team leader could lend a helping hand.
But Song Sicheng disappointed him.
Xiao Zheng's style was so tough that even if Song Sicheng had a father who was a municipal party secretary, he really didn't dare to challenge Xiao Zheng at this moment. The only consequence of challenging someone is to be insulted by Xiao Zheng in advance.
Unable to be scolded or beaten, Song Sicheng could only quietly hide in the corner and wait for reinforcements.
Once the reinforcements arrived, it was Song Sicheng's home court.
He even made up his mind that once he took control of the whole situation, he would have to demolish the Dragon and Phoenix Tower!
"Want me to treat you?" Xiao Zheng glanced at the young master with a cold look. Thin lips opened slightly.
When the young master heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Ai Ai walked towards Xiao Zheng every time. My legs felt like lead. Take one step and look back three times. His face turned pale with fear.
Authority can fill a person with majesty. Just like the emperor above the palace. Who dares to raise his eyes and look directly
But if this little old man, who has aged due to hard work in state affairs, is walking on the country road wearing a rain hat and raincoat, I am afraid that even a ninth-grade sesame official will not take him seriously, right
Part of the majesty comes from years of hard work, and part of it also comes from one's own identity and position.
In the eyes of many people, this young man has an extraordinary background and a tough background. His every move will naturally touch people's hearts. But once Xiao Zheng didn't care about his so-called background, he was just a second-generation ancestor and a loser whose body was hollowed out by wine and sex. Vulnerable.
After the young master approached Xiao Zheng, he immediately said: "Xiao Zheng, we have no enmity with you, why do you hit someone?"
It seems that he is stubbornly resisting, but actually he means to surrender. It's just that he can't adapt to being held up by others all year round and suddenly asked to kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake. There is still some arrogance unique to princelings in his words and deeds.
"I, Yuan Qinghua, have no enmity with you, right?" Xiao Zheng raised his eyes slightly and took a sip of the tea. "Why do you want to break it? Is it an eyesore or is it blocking your way?"
The young man's face changed slightly, and he didn't know how to continue. He just lowered his gaze slightly, almost as if he was bowing his head to admit his mistake. Xiao Zheng, on the other hand, was sitting in a chair, drinking tea and smoking a cigarette. His expression and behavior are very similar to those of the Young Master. Verbally criticizing the young master who made a mistake.
"I heard you talking on the phone just now. Was it to the Central Security Bureau?" Xiao Zheng asked with narrowed eyes. I was also secretly confused in my heart. How can he still join the Royal Forest Army with such a coward? But then I thought about the background of these young men. It is really easy to gain experience in any central ministries and commissions.
The young man straightened his back slightly when he heard Xiao Zheng take the initiative to mention the Central Security Bureau. His eyes shone brightly and he said: "Xiao Zheng, I believe you are no stranger to the Security Bureau. I am on active duty as the Security Bureau. If you hit me, you will definitely get no good results."
The young master seems to have grasped at straws, and is quite suspected of pulling the skin of a tiger. He deliberately concealed Lei Jun's true identity. He was also afraid that Xiao Zheng would break the jar.
Speaking of which, in terms of rank potential, Lei Jun is much better than him who is a civil servant. Lei Jun often has the opportunity to get up close and personal with Zhengguo-level bosses. Although it is impossible to talk to each other and it is impossible to establish any revolutionary friendship fabricated by movies and TV series, but compared with him, a young man who hides in the office drinking tea and reading newspapers, his future is simply bright.
"Don't scare me. I'm a timid person." Xiao Zheng put down the teacup and stood up slowly.
He needs to be timid, but there are not many brave people in this world.
When the young master saw Xiao Zheng getting up, he hurriedly took two steps back, narrowed his eyes and asked, "How about we discuss something?"
"What are we discussing?" Young Master looked at Xiao Zheng in confusion. There was a slightly wary look in his eyes.
"Can you tell me the whole story? If I think it has nothing to do with you, I won't embarrass you." After Xiao Zheng said this, he changed the subject. "But if you refuse to tell me, I will have no choice but to treat you as an accomplice!"
At the end, Xiao Zheng released his overwhelming majesty. The cold air soaked in blood was definitely not something that the young master in front of him could resist.
In just a moment, his legs weakened and he stepped back tremblingly.
"How's it going?" Xiao Zheng's thin lips parted slightly, and his deep eyes shone with a cold light. "To say it, or not to say it?"
This time, before the young master could speak, Song Sicheng shouted sternly: "Watch your mouth!"
He stopped the young master's wavering heart in time.
say what
Are you talking about a group of second-generation officials robbing civilian girls based on their family background
Say a group of second-generation officials broke into private restricted areas, vandalized and looted
If we really want to get actual evidence for Xiao Zheng, it will definitely delay Song Sicheng's plan to settle the scores later in the year. The intensity of retaliation will also be greatly reduced. Therefore, as soon as Xiao Zheng opened his mouth, Song Sicheng immediately stopped the young master. Let him stop talking nonsense.
When Xiao Zheng saw this, he was slightly shocked. This Song Sicheng still has some brains. Not a straw bag.
But compared with a young leader like Xiao Zheng, who scheming with big shots every day, his moral deeds are a bit shallow after all. Still can't get on the stage.
Xiao Zheng patted the young master's shoulder gently, but his face gradually darkened: "I dare not touch Song Sicheng. Because his father is a deputy national leader. What about you? Is your father as tough as Secretary Song?"
His fingers secretly exerted force, causing the young master's face to twist in pain. Cold sweat broke down.
The pain was excruciating, and Young Master's brain was as clear as ever.
No wonder Song Sicheng is not afraid at all!
No wonder he is determined to challenge Xiao Zheng!
No wonder he only dared to kick the legs of the chair instead of directly greeting Song Sicheng!
It turned out that Xiao Zheng didn't dare to move at all because he was so confident.
But what about yourself
Do you really want to sacrifice me as cannon fodder for your grand plan
Lei Jun was beaten until he fainted on the spot. Blood flowed everywhere. Can I fucking resist Lei Jun's beating
If anything happens, who will support my parents until they die
When Xiao Zhengfu provoked him, some images of Song Sicheng feeling sorry for him popped up in his mind. The more I think about it, the more angry I become, and the more I think about it, the more frustrated I become. In the end, his eyes darkened and he whispered: "Are you really going to let me go?"
Xiao Zheng shrugged and said, "I keep my word."
"Okay. I'll tell you." The young master spoke concisely and to the point, and told the whole story in public while avoiding the most important things. But he modified his intentions again. There is no way to escape the motive of robbing civilian girls.
Xiao Zheng listened with great interest, but Song Sicheng not far away was furious. If looks could kill, the young master would have been beaten by Song Sicheng long ago.