What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 44 Qigong Master
"Smoke one?"

Zheng Hai took out a cigarette box and gestured, but Tang Wen just had a cold face, so he could only laugh awkwardly and light it up himself.

Now the three of them were standing on a pier on the golden beach. Next to them was an ordinary iron-hulled fishing boat with several packages on it.

The van was also driven onto the wooden pier, and Tang Wen sat in the open trunk.

The wind was very strong at the beach, so Zheng Hai threw the liquid into the sea after taking a few puffs. Then he squinted his eyes and asked:
“I’ve always had a question: you make hundreds of thousands selling diesel engines here, where do you get the goods from?
Your diesel engine has no labels or identification. Perhaps the labels have been torn off, right?"

"Don't tell me you're from the Northeast. I don't believe that."

"That diesel engine is pretty good, it should be a Kubota, right?"

Seeing that Tang Wen was still silent, Zheng Hai showed a curious expression and asked:
"Tell me about the brothers who supplied you with the goods? Maybe I know them."

More than half an hour had passed since he was brought to the beach, and Tang Wen had been looking for an opportunity.

The pier extending from the beach is too narrow and is right next to the sea.

Whether it was someone else's rescue or his own escape, it was completely impossible because of the terrain.

The wires that bound him weren't a big deal. As soon as his hand touched them, a reminder popped up:
[Found copper: 416 grams, oil: 389 grams, recovery rate: 89%. Should we recycle?]

[Found: 2153 kg of steel, 35 kg of oil, 126 kg of aluminum alloy, overall recovery rate 82%. Will it be recycled?]

It was easy to break free, even the car could be taken away, but the two people standing in front of and behind him were troublesome.

Tang Wen didn't have the slow-motion skill, and didn't want to study whether the person or the bullet was faster within 7 steps.

Zheng Hai and his younger brothers, who were extremely vigilant, always held their guns in their hands and deliberately kept a distance to leave room for response.

In order to find an opportunity, Tang Wen could only try to attract the other party's attention:

"Before I answer, I would like to ask why you are here.

Boss Zheng, five hundred thousand is not a lot for you. You can earn that much by doing one job, right? "

When Zheng Hai heard Tang Wen's question, his face immediately turned gloomy.

"Speaking of which, this has a lot to do with you."

"Me? Is it the boat or the engine that's broken? You guys installed the engine for that boat yourself."

"Neither. It was you who printed it."

As if thinking of something, Zheng Hai gritted his teeth and said:
"Although we quickly got rid of the police last time, the four words we painted on the boat were still remembered."

“There were clearly dozens of boats operating together this time, but the Hong Kong police kept a close eye on us, and would rather everyone else give up than not stop us.

Because we had a motor, our speed wasn't as fast as last time, and one of our motors was damaged, so we had to find a wild beach and run aground."

"Only Anan and I escaped. After I got out, I realized that it was these four words that caused the trouble. That's why the Hong Kong police were so desperate to chase us.

Tell me, is this because of you?!"

Zheng Hai became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally raised the black five-star, with a ferocious face as if he wanted to eat Tang Wen.

The latter had never expected that the trouble would be caused by his casual creation, but it was reasonable.

Secretly engaging in some duty-free import and export trade is completely different from directly provoking Grandpa.

If his own prestige is challenged, Grandpa will really go all out and fight to the death.

But...something seems to be wrong.

"You bought four boats, and half the deposit is enough to take two of them. Hong Kong can't reach here, right?

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so why be so extreme? "

After Tang Wen asked this question, Zheng Hai's expression changed again. He wanted to say something but held back, and he no longer showed a good expression.

"You talk a lot of nonsense. It's not a good thing to know too much."

"It's best if your people bring the money honestly. If I see the note, all I can do is say sorry!"

After Zheng Hai finished speaking, he shook his feet uncomfortably and couldn't help but take off his leather shoes.

I had been wearing wet shoes for most of the day, and my feet started to itch when I relaxed.

He looked around the beach and saw nothing was happening. He said:
"Anan, turn on the heater and let it cool my shoes." Anan, the younger brother, immediately climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine and turned the temperature to the highest.

Zheng Hai picked up his leather shoes, glanced at Tang Wen, whose arms were tied with marks, and walked towards the car door with disgust on his face.

However, just as he passed the rear of the car, he felt a chill in his ears.

As he watched with utter horror, the van that had brushed past his body suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Anan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, fell to the ground with a thud. He was in so much pain that he didn't understand what had happened.

In just the next moment, a huge force accompanied by piercing pain knocked him to the ground.

Tang Wen jumped up and elbowed Zheng Hai, almost causing him to vomit blood, and then he hit the latter hard on the back.

Zheng Hai, who was lying on the ground, felt his hands were empty, and the black five-star seemed to have disappeared.

When Anan managed to turn around, he saw Tang Wen punching the boss on the back of the head.

"Brother Hai!"

But before he could grab the shotgun that was originally placed in the car and had fallen to the ground, Tang Wen had already pounced on him.

In the life-and-death crisis, adrenaline made Tang Wen almost unable to feel the pain. He kicked Anan in the waist, who had not yet stood up, and kicked him directly into the sea.

He also picked up the shotgun that fell on the pier and aimed it at Zheng Hai on the ground without hesitation.

Zheng Hai gasped for breath after suffering a series of heavy blows. He raised his head with difficulty and stared at Tang Wen:

"Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost? Where's the car? Where's the car?"

Tang Wen ignored him and immediately turned to look at Anan in the water. The latter originally wanted to climb onto the pier, but when he saw the sprayer, he swam desperately under the pier.

At the same time he kept shouting:

"Don't kill me, Master Youshen, I've worshipped Mazu, please bless me!"

He didn't know why such a big van disappeared like air, but seeing Tang Wen standing there intact, he naturally begged for mercy desperately.

Zheng Hai, who was temporarily lying down due to being elbowed, also nervously reached out his hand towards the location of the van.

After confirming that the van had really disappeared, he got goosebumps all over his body.

Regardless of whether it was Tang Wen who did it, he knew that he had really encountered a ghost - no, he had encountered a god.

He and Anan can only be considered half-locals, but after a long time of contact, they also believe in the fishermen's ways. Before doing big things, they must worship Mazu and throw the holy cup.

Moreover, the whole country is currently experiencing the golden age of qigong, and people from all walks of life believe in strange people.

He had personally witnessed people eating glass, frying in oil with bare hands, and turning off fans with their fingers.

Telephotography and reading newspapers and television with ears are not uncommon, so the disappearance of the van is naturally regarded as a means of "telephotography".

He just thought that Black Five Star was kicked into the sea by Tang Wen, but now he thought that he might have been taken away by an expert.

After realizing that it was a Qigong master, Zheng Hai's original resistance instantly disappeared, and he shouted loudly:

"Master, I just offended Master Tang because I didn't recognize the real man.

"Master, your ability to teleport is truly rare in the world. I beg you to forgive me and forgive me. I promise to retire from evil and do good deeds in the future!"

After he finished speaking hurriedly, Zheng Hai endured the severe pain in his head and back, climbed up, knelt on the ground and began to kowtow, making the wooden pallet bang loudly.

　As a corporate slave, I had originally planned to go back home for the day off today, but my supervisor suddenly called me yesterday and gave me a new project.

　　From yesterday afternoon to morning, I stayed up all night and barely finished one stage. I slept for half a day and was still patching up yesterday's work in the afternoon. I started typing after I had dealt with it in the evening.

　　It was not a wise decision to publish a book while working. Since the book was published, I basically go to bed at 2 or 3 o'clock every day and have to work during the day.

　　I had hoped to write more during the New Year, but suddenly a new project came up, and even going home had to be postponed indefinitely.

　　However, your support is my motivation. Whenever I see book reviews or monthly tickets, I will get up and write no matter how late it is.

　　Some readers have also read my previous book. I am very grateful to you and to all the godfathers who voted.

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(End of this chapter)