Around eight o'clock in the evening, a seven-seater SUV stopped at the entrance of the work area. Liu Xiaohai sat in the back seat and called Su Tianbei.
After a while, the two brothers of the Su family came out, opened the door and got into Liu Xiaohai's car.
"Haha, let's go, Brother Hai, let's go to the city." Su Tianbei took the initiative to greet him.
Liu Xiaohai waved his hand and said, "Tianbei, you don't need to make any arrangements tonight. I will take you to meet the general manager of Baolong Mining. He will be the host."
Su Tianbei was stunned for a moment: "Didn't we agree to go out and get together? Why did it change again?"
"Haha." Liu Xiaohai smiled: "Xiaobei, we are all brothers who have grown up together. Although we haven't been in touch for a long time, the relationship is still there. There is no need for you to treat me and I to treat you. This job was indeed introduced by me, but you also worked as workers and made me earn money. You don't owe me anything. If you really want to drink later, I will take you to a small restaurant in the suburbs. We can have fun and catch up for a day."
“You…!”
"Oh, you really don't need to invite me alone. I have a lot of people around me now. If I go to the city to play, it will cost more than 10,000 yuan a night, right? This money is not blown by the wind, it's not worth it." Liu Xiaohai patted Su Tianbei on the shoulder: "It's more important to do business and make money. Go tonight, and I will introduce you to the relationship above, so you can get familiar with it."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Hai." Su Tianbei said with a smile.
"What are you thanking me for? We are all from the bottom of society who have climbed out of the slums. Let's help each other." Liu Xiaohai replied casually and shouted to the driver, "Let's go."
The car started and drove straight into the city.
On the way, Su Tianbei originally wanted to call Yu Mingyuan and ask him and Kong Zhenghui to come over and sit together, but Liu Xiaohai said that Lu Feng and Gu Baishun might also come tonight.
As a result, Su Tianbei stopped calling Yu Mingyuan, because since Yu Jinrong's accident, Yu Mingyuan's hatred for the dock workers' union and Changqing Company was beyond doubt, especially Gu Baishun, who was very suspicious. Although there was no direct evidence that he was the murderer, he was the one with the most motive.
To be honest, if Liu Xiaohai hadn't asked them to go, the Su brothers might not have bothered to attend the drinking party. But now that they were in the car, it would not be a good idea to leave in the middle of the journey.
The three of them sat in the car and chatted, and soon they arrived in the city.
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In the Shengli District of Longcheng City, in the Tianhai Hotel, Liu Xiaohai brought Tiannan and Tianbei into the large VIP box.
As soon as they entered the room, Su Tiannan saw Lu Feng with a shaved head and Gu Baishun sitting next to the main seat.
"Hey, Xiaohai is here?" A plump middle-aged man sitting on the main seat waved at Liu Xiaohai with a smile.
"Brother Yang, let me introduce you. These are my two brothers, the vice presidents of Tongji Society, Su Tiannan and Su Tianbei." Liu Xiaohai walked over and said with a smile, "Most of the workers here are provided by them."
"Ah, I know, it's the Tongji Club set up by the Yu family, right? It's doing very well now." The fat middle-aged man stood up and shook hands with the Su brothers, smiling and complimenting them.
After the two sides exchanged greetings, they took their seats.
Lu Feng glanced at Su Tianbei, and the latter also glared at him. Both of them were a little awkward and no one paid any attention to each other.
During the process of getting to know each other, the Su brothers learned that the fat middle-aged man sitting in the main seat was called Yang Decheng. He was the deputy general manager of Baolong Mining Company, mainly responsible for coordinating municipal relations, and had a wide network of contacts.
When everyone was present, Yang Decheng called the waiters and asked them to serve the food.
After a while, the food and drinks were served. Yang Decheng took the initiative to pick up the glass and said, "You are all celebrities in associations and organizations. I am very happy to meet you today. In the future, our mining development will have many places to use people. I hope you will support us. Come on, raise a glass."
Everyone slowly stood up, clinked their glasses around Yang Decheng, and drank it all in one gulp.
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In the dirtiest slum in Shengli District, a van stopped and a man with a shaved head, who looked to be in his thirties, got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.
Under the bright street lights, the bald man's face became clear. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes and regular features, but the only flaw was that he had a very obvious ghost face tattoo on his neck. It seemed that when he was young, he might have been mentally retarded and hot-blooded.
The man with the ghost face stood under the street light smoking a cigarette. After waiting for about five or six minutes, four people came towards him. One of them was the young man who had been living in the hotel for many days.
"Brother Shui, take all the things." The young man in the hotel said softly, carrying a shoulder bag.
The man with the grimace called Shui Ge nodded slowly: "Let's go!"
After the conversation, everyone got on the van. Brother Shui sat in the passenger seat and dialed a number: "Hey, he hasn't shown up yet? Okay, you keep watching, we're going over there."
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Inside the Tianhai Hotel, after three rounds of toasts, everyone was already a little drunk.
Yang Decheng sat in the main seat, with a big belly, and said to Gu Baishun: "Your dock workers' union is quite large, with 60,000 to 70,000 registered members. Once this is used well, it will not only bring absolute economic benefits, but also achieve certain political demands."
"Yes!" Gu Baishun smiled and nodded in agreement.
"What are workers? They are the lowest level of society! Their basic demands are very simple, nothing more than making money and eating. They are uneducated, even a little ignorant, and completely unable to see their own value." Yang Decheng seemed to value the dock workers' union more, so he deliberately said a few more words: "The management style of your dock workers' union is problematic, too traditional, too democratic. I heard that there are also some gangs and gangs... This is too primitive, what's the use? You are equivalent to distributing the power that should be concentrated to individuals. When the union encounters a problem, it still needs to hold a meeting to solve it? Haha, what do those mud legs who have never been to school know? What can they discuss? Commercial organizations must be managed in a commercial way. They can neither let the bottom eat too much, nor let them speak casually... Otherwise, it will be a mess. Public opinion will coerce power, which is terrible! Xiao Gu, you are a young man, you should have a long-term vision. There is a saying... Money will not be gathered without being stingy, and you will not be rich without killing the poor. This is especially true for trade unions!"
Su Tiannan, who was sitting not far away, heard what the other party said. He disagreed and was even a little disgusted, so he turned his head away, but found that the person sitting next to him was Lu Feng.
The two looked at each other, cursed each other in their hearts, and then straightened their heads.
Just when the Su brothers were feeling a bit tormented, Yang Decheng suddenly received a call. After smiling and answering a few words, he stood up and said, "Come on, finish your drink and let's move on. Mr. Pang is done with his meeting, and he wants to invite everyone to the entertainment city to have some fun."
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In the city center, in a van.
Ghost Face Shui Ge smoked a cigarette and looked down at his watch again: "It's already late. We can't delay any longer today."