My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 920 This reason is excellent!

Wei Dong was instructed to try his best to avoid giving anything a sense of charity.

He was given charity for forty years.

"It's easier to make money in Hong Kong. A regular worker earns four thousand dollars a month. Do you know how to drive?"

I reached out and took the two lines of text, which were written as neatly as possible. The addresses were in northern Hubei and eastern Shandong, but notably, there was no mention of Yunnan or Guizhou, which were written in Hu Yongbin's accent.

He shook his head somewhat blankly: "No."

Wei Dong patiently taught him step by step, just as he himself was gradually integrating into this era: "Okay, after you learn it, you can earn six thousand."

Hu Yongbin was surprised and looked down at his hands: "Sir, I didn't mean to...no..."

But he doesn't know how to express himself.

Wei Dong forced a smile, finally unable to resist reaching out to put his hand on the other man's shoulder: "Comrade, we all come from the mainland. One day we will return with our heads held high and our heads held high in victory..."

Perhaps it was the long-lost feeling of those two words, or perhaps it was the tone of voice that Wei Dong used within the team to express.

This finally allowed Hu Yongbin, who was tense, to relax a bit.

Keep up with Rang Weidong's pace.

Let Wei Dong introduce the people who have already started warming up: "Fan Bin, from the Ludong Military Team, these two are from the National Military Team, Ma Jian, from the Jibei Team... This is Hu Yongbin."

Lu Bin and the others smiled and shook hands with each of them, while Hu Yongbin became a little stiff.

Then came three Guoji salespersons who had rushed over from Pengzhen early in the morning to meet up with their three colleagues on duty.

They brought detailed information about the banks and insurance companies of the China Merchants Investment Group.

Wei Dong asked if any of their passports were valid for travel to Malaysia, so that two of them could join the team on their trip to inspect container terminals in Southeast Asia: "When I get back, I'm going to Shanghai to promote the construction of a deep-water port there. I need manpower to go to Shanghai to build a deep-water port from scratch. Those who are going back to Pengzhen today can also talk to other comrades, especially those who participated in the construction of the West District Port. Those who are willing to go can sign up first."

Nearly ten years ago, Lao Fang led a team to a desolate western district, literally clearing away thorns and brambles to build this dock, which still looks rudimentary today.

Many of the cadres from his direct subordinate agencies who followed him dedicated the best years of their lives to this place.

Come again?

If you reset everything with one click and start from scratch, then it will be another ten years or more of desolation and isolation.

But these people, or rather, the people of this era, nodded without hesitation: "Understood. As long as the organization needs me, I will immediately complete the formalities and transfer the necessary documents!"

“I’ll go. I have some experience from the planning and exploration phases, and some of the construction lessons learned from the West Wharf can be avoided.”

Those who stayed behind weren't running away: "I think we can concentrate the people from the National Assembly in Pengzhen, and try to mobilize as many people as possible from the docks. Old Meng and his group should be good. Let's talk about it when we get back today."

Wei Dong took the opportunity to give a heads-up: "There may be some adjustments to the work situation at the Investment Promotion Bureau. The National Container Terminal is now relying on Hong Kong for development and focusing on promoting the refrigerated container project. If the factory can survive, everyone's work focus may need to be adjusted to other areas, such as insurance, banking, real estate, and commercial development. Whether you would like to stay in Hong Kong or work in Shenzhen, you can consider it first, especially considering the situation of your family and children."

Even if they didn't know that Lao Fang had officially proposed retirement, they were already quite familiar with the attitude of these people towards having Wei Dong take over their work on their behalf.

They all nodded in agreement.

Hu Yongbin was completely invisible on this side.

The cadres who could follow Lao Fang south, even if they were just salesmen, were all at the section chief level or above who had been tested and proven, and there were even bureau-level officials in the offices there.

People are transparent to me.

You can tell its quality at a glance.

So it was only at the very end that Hu Yongbin was introduced to the Taoist priests, and only then did he feel more at ease.

"From now on, you'll work with them, learning to drive, Cantonese, and even English. You'll be working at the pier basketball court for this period. Once your paperwork is completed, you can move to other departments and try to earn over ten thousand yuan a month."

Hu Yongbin was shocked again.

Is there only one person with 10,000 yuan a month?
Cheng Lang paid for the Taoist priests' living expenses himself.

No matter how rich and powerful Wei Dong becomes, Cheng Lang will be responsible for his own team, including himself.

So it was these details that made Wei Dong unsure about this old guy who brought his own provisions.

After speaking to the Taoist priests, Wei Dong was instructed to take Hu Yongbin to Heshawen, a construction site more than 300 meters away.

The dock area is about one kilometer long. There are still 200 meters of piles of waste, garbage and building materials on one side, and 400 to 500 meters of basketball court, warehouses and night market commercial area on the other side.

The entire construction of the sports city was designed to maintain its popularity, starting with the basketball stadium and two buildings on either side in the middle, and then gradually expanding outwards.

So the entire territory is currently under the control of the South Asian boy.

However, for those with ulterior motives who want to avoid entering or leaving, there are still ways to do so.

A delivery van bearing the logo of a sports brand was parked outside the commercial warehouse.

Now I see Rang Weidong, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, walking alone with a guy dressed as a janitor.

Entering the narrow passage with construction partitions on both sides, I immediately and quietly started the car.

On the contrary, Yao Shuzhen, who silently followed a few meters away, would put on a fawning smile and act like a secretary when meeting people, but would keep a distance of five or six meters or even more when walking away.

She's like a fly—sticky and unapproachable, yet readily available, making her hard to dislike. Even Wei Dong, upon seeing her, wouldn't bother with her.

The main purpose was to reassure Hu Yongbin: "Do you know who else came here like you, working or doing other jobs?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know. I don't understand anything. I was all alone when I got ashore, so I definitely couldn't be captured. I hid for several days before I found their place and then I sneaked in to work with them."

Looking at his dark skin and messy hair, Wei Dong realized he could easily blend in with a South Asian guy. Feeling a mix of pity and amusement, he grumbled, "What are you up to..."

Hu Yongbin also blushed: "Sir, I've been here for a year, and now I know I made a mistake..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the roar of a car engine suddenly erupt behind him, along with Yao Shuzhen's scream!
Wei Dong reacted quickly; he was already very alert and played basketball every day to keep his body agile.

She even had time to push Hu Yongbin, causing herself to fall violently to the side.

The Toyota Hiace just grazed the corner of his underwear!
Without that woman's heart-wrenching scream as a warning, she would definitely have been hit and thrown into the air!

But the construction passage, which was only wide enough for mud and water tankers to pass through, came to a stop with an even more heart-wrenching sound of tire friction as the van, which had just missed its target, pulled open its back seat with a whoosh!

A black pistol appeared even before his feet, searching for Wei Dong to fire!
But Hu Yongbin, who was pushed away by Wei Dong, rebounded much faster than his boss and pounced on the car door, grabbing the metal object with both hands like iron clamps and twisting his wrists backwards!

There are even clicking sounds that indicate a finger is being broken off inside the trigger coil!
Before they could even completely seize the gun, the muzzle had already been reversed and the trigger pulled—bang!
Rang Weidong was no slouch either. He got up and saw that there was also a gun barrel sticking out from the right-hand drive driver's seat. He almost pounced on it, grabbed the barrel, and flipped it inside out.

The other person's finger was pressed on the trigger, ready to fire, aimed at himself...

boom!
Hit the head!

Boom!

Wei Dong was even more ruthless than Hu Yongbin when he grabbed the gun and saw the passenger side trying to open the door to get out of the car, so he pulled the trigger as well!

It hit the back and head.

Then, without thinking twice, they started banging and banging into the cabin behind the driver...

These vans used for delivery within the city have rear windows that are stamped with steel plates from the factory. This ensures that the windows won't be crushed by the full cargo box and also meets the requirements for mixed passenger and cargo transport in some areas.

Moreover, usually, apart from opening the trunk door to unload the goods, only the sliding door behind the driver can be opened, while the other side is sealed off.

Now that the two in the front row have been eliminated, Hu Yongbin has blocked the only sliding door, preventing anyone in the back from breaking through.

No matter what powerful weapon they're wielding, they're all silenced now.

Screams echoed!

Two guns were even thrown in front!
Even though the magazines were already emptied, Ren Weidong couldn't reach out to pick them up. He shouted, "Get down! Get down one by one!"

Turning to look at Hu Yongbin, I suddenly felt calm.

Seriously, this is a feeling I never had when Mao'er and Shi Tou fought alongside him before.

They were still children, and could only help Wei Dong seize opportunities by taking them by surprise.

Hu Yongbin was dark-skinned and thin, his cheeks so thin they looked almost skeletal, but his eyes were extremely bright, a cold light that no fat person could ever see reflected off a steel blade.

His right hand firmly gripped the pistol, while three fingers of his left hand gripped the car door. He looked at Rang Weidong with a relaxed expression, as if he were ready to give the next order at any moment!

To be honest, letting Wei Dong fire all his bullets at once was a consequence of being nervous.

Ordinary people really can't control that sudden surge of adrenaline, the fear, terror, and irritability all rushing up at once!

Back then, when he killed that pig butcher, he couldn't control himself and developed a bit of a sadistic streak.

In northern Hebei, when faced with robbers, he was also bloodthirsty and frenzied, quickly firing empty shots at the gunman and his accomplices.

But we had spare magazines back then.

During the incident where the BMW was robbed, if the gun hadn't jammed, Wei Dong would have missed firing even if he had been prepared.

Even a stone is more controllable than a gun.

Hu Yongbin was even more cunning; he only fired one shot from beginning to end, signaling his boss to crouch down and hide in front of the car.

He pounded on the car door with his left hand, his voice surprisingly carrying a hint of Cantonese: "Get out! Hands over your heads! Surrender and you'll be spared..."

Oh right, he's been working among the South Asian workers for over a year!

He was the kind of unhurried, cold-blooded killer who would squint his eyes and point his gun at the trembling gangsters who came out with their heads in their hands, and then squat down beside them.

They managed to prevent anyone from daring to launch a counterattack!

There were four people, and four more in the back compartment, armed with knives and guns, but they were all firmly pinned down and unable to get out, surrendering their weapons.

Just by looking at his indifferent, squinting eyes, as if he were looking at four corpses, you know that he would definitely fire the gun without hesitation.

Wei Dong hid in front of the car and waved vigorously to the South Asian boy who was running over from a distance after hearing the noise, signaling him to call the police!
Secretly, I was overjoyed. Oh, as long as they didn't kill me, this was a perfect excuse!

This is the mindset of a true tyrant, not just a killer.

(End of this chapter)