The metaphysics boss just wants to be a salted fish

Things suddenly became... very simple.

Zhang Fei's holding is about 45%, plus Bo's 30%, the addition of the two is equal: the chairman of the board of directors proposed to blow up the building, and the second director raised his hand in favor and said that you should let me blow it up myself.

What's the matter with others?

——You are not convinced that you have the ability to sell the shares, that's just right, the Bo family is waiting to buy them, as long as you are willing to sell, you will not lose money.

This directly led to the fact that when Zhang Fei brought Bo Nan to the construction site, three teams of blasters came, and they even brought some personnel from the Geological Bureau and the Environmental Protection Bureau to vote, and even the traffic police stood outside. Temporarily closed, so as not to hurt innocent people passing by when the building is blown up.

Zhang Fei asked Bo Nan in a low voice: "Mr. Bo, how are we going to bomb this building?"

Bo Nan didn't make it too mysterious: "Let me read the plan first."

The reason why the blasters came to three teams was mainly because of Zhang Fei's special requirements, which were really difficult to complete. In addition, the actual preparation period available for use was very short, so they could only work together. In addition, the three teams worked together. In the same sect, with one of the chief workers as the head, there will not be a big conflict.When Zhang Fei and the others arrived, the plan was almost out.

Bo Nan took over the planning book and took a look. The blasting points were described in detail. The building is a three-stage structure, and blasting points are set up for each of the load-bearing floors between the eleven floors. The effect of ground collapse.

In such a design, the bottom foundation will not be damaged. It needs to be manually excavated after blasting. The blasting is cool for a while, and the garbage crematorium is shoveled. It will take seven or eight days to clean up, and then the foundation can be started.

In principle, yes.

Bo Nan took a puff of cigarette slowly with his face sideways, and the mist overflowed from between his lips and teeth—it was too slow, a few piles had to be dug out before midnight today, otherwise the entire area would have to be rebuilt.

Except for Zhang Fei's familiar assistant and the previous high-level construction site executives, no one knew who Bo Nan was. Seeing how good-looking he was, he thought he was some kind of star. To bring a star to the construction site, but look at him... forget it, he will come whenever he wants.

Humans are visual animals, and they want to see what happened to the explosion up close!

Nothing, let's see!

But seeing this young man who was suspected of being a big star said something to Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei recruited three chief engineers of the blasting team: "You will lead the team and Mr. Bo in later, don't have too many people, pick a few of the best That’s enough.”

Naturally, Zhang Fei also followed, and there were several senior executives of the company and the construction site. Bo Nan's pace was leisurely, so slow that it almost made others think that he was here for shopping. Everyone didn't understand the beauty of this unrenovated floor. , or steel and concrete pillars, unexpectedly, Bo Nan took them to the elevator shaft with a quick turn of footsteps.

Bo Nan took another puff of the cigarette, and the thin smoke almost formed an effect of almost dry ice in the empty building, sinking to the bottom and not dispersing - of course, it is not that exaggerated, just the small area around Bo Nan one slice.

He reached out and knocked on the weighing pillars of the ladder well, and looked up at the ceiling. Fortunately, the floor is high enough. The first floor is used as a lobby, and the middle directly connects the first to third floors. It is very convenient for the machine to come in later. Don't be afraid of being stuck on the floor: "Expand the elevator shaft first."

Several blasting teams looked at each other, either they couldn't do it, or they were curious why they did it. In their eyes, it was somewhat superfluous.The company's top executives were ashamed and didn't bother to speak. They already knew that Mr. Bo, who looked like a star -- the charlatan whose surname was Bo two days ago had become the second director of their company.

Zhang Fei nodded and said, "Follow Mr. Bo's instructions."

The chief engineer thought about it, and vaccinated them: "Yes, it is possible, but after all, there is still a load-bearing in the elevator shaft, and there is a risk of collapse. If you can, Mr. Zhang, you'd better evacuate the building, our people will also be blasting Evacuate before."

Safety first.

Bo Nan said, "Okay, you set up the explosives first."

Several blasting engineers immediately started to get busy, and the chief engineer felt a little uneasy for some reason, and couldn't help but glance at Bo Nan and Zhang Fei from time to time.

The construction site has long been surveyed so that the underpants are turned upside down. It is not difficult to make two small blasting points. It will be set up in 10 minutes. The chief engineer just wanted to ask the fathers of Party A to retreat to a safe place when he heard Bo Nan's understatement. Said: "The machine stays, you move to areas 1-5 and 1-9 and blow up the elevator shafts on both sides."

Before the chief engineer could say anything, he saw the suspected big star walk up to the blasting controller and operate it. The action was not unskilled. When everyone reacted and planned to go up to intercept it, Bo Nan turned the last switch. Immediately, they heard the countdown before the arrival of the god of death—the countdown was about to explode.

Oh day!

Several engineers immediately went up to check the time, and then heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there are still 25 minutes.

"Sir, how can you..." Before the chief engineer finished speaking, Bo Nan said: "One blasting point in 10 minutes, and I left it for 5 minutes to go back and forth. Hurry up."

Zhang Fei stood aside like an emotionless coin dispenser. He took out a card from his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the chief engineer: "Take it easy, everyone here has their own people, and their mouths are tight. You shouldn't say anything." We will definitely not say it, if we really want to kill people, we will delay the funeral for two days."

The implication is, don't worry about it, we will bear the responsibility ourselves, and we will never implicate the blasting team.

Zhang Fei had prepared twenty cards in his pocket today, and hundreds of red envelopes in the trunk of the car. He knew that Bo Nan would definitely make some troubles, so it would be impossible if he didn't prepare!

The chief engineer opened his mouth, and then looked at the card in his hand - okay, the hobbies of the rich are really unpredictable.

After all the members of the blasting team had moved to the next location, Zhang Fei asked: "Mr. Bo, what is your plan, tell us about it?"

It is very simple to say: "After the elevator shaft is expanded, the raw piles are directly pumped up with a machine."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, listening to what you said, if you listen to what you said, is there any connection between what you said and the actual operation?

The project manager of the construction party couldn't help it: "Mr. Bo, the raw pile should be under the foundation, separated by more than ten meters of concrete, how can we pump it?"

If Bo Nan said this on the fourth basement floor, the project manager would still think that there might be some high-tech products they don’t understand, but now they are on the first floor, looking down the elevator shaft, there are still more than [-] meters to the end, and there is still more to go down. There are more than ten meters of concrete, no matter how you listen, it is nonsense.

What kind of black technology can get this?

Bo Nan said gently, "Anyway, it can be drawn up, and you don't need to worry about the middle process."

A senior executive of the company couldn't help it: "Mr. Bo, human life is at stake. If you want to blow up this building, you can blow it up. We have no objection, but the incident of piles is too ridiculous, let alone how it escaped the last time." It was tested by three parties, but since they all decided to blow up the building, the foundation will naturally have to be re-poured, and it can be dug out anyway, so let's leave first, and don't make fun of our own lives."

Another person also said: "That's the reason, don't be in a hurry, Mr. Bo, let's leave first... The sooner this building is bombed, the workers can start working earlier, right?"

The two of them barely had 'Okay stop messing around' written all over their faces.

Bo Nan didn't feel angry. What they understood was within the scope of normal people's thinking. He was an existence outside that scope. It was normal for others to think that he was messing around. It had nothing to do with trust or not, but a matter of fact. , They really couldn't be worth risking their lives and tossing with him here.

He said patiently: "Let's go out first, just leave me and Mr. Zhang here."

Zhang Fei nodded beside him: "Mr. Bo is right."

It just so happened that a worker came in with a machine at this moment, and the worker was willing to work hard. After receiving Zhang Fei's card, he immediately patted his chest and said that he could do whatever the boss asked him to do, no matter what.

Bo Nan found a place where stones were piled up and sat down, signaling those who wanted to stay to come behind him, and those who didn't stay to leave now.

Most of the people left anyway, as the saying goes, money is important, and you have to spend it with your life.One of the senior executives gritted his teeth and stood behind Bo Nan. Zhang Fei advised, "Old Wang, you don't need to stay."

"No need, Mr. Zhang." Minister Wang said in a low voice, "I just want to see what's going on down here."

Zhang Fei figured it out with her feet and knew that Bo Nan's method of taking life piles should not be a routine operation. The less people saw it, the better. Although the person in front of him is a high-level executive of his company, Zhang Fei really didn't want to publicize it: "Old Wang, There are still 10 minutes, don't be so straight, something is going to happen... Isn't your wife just pregnant with a second child?"

Minister Wang waved his hand: "Mr. Zhang doesn't need to persuade me..."

Bo Nan interrupted: "Let him keep it."

Ten minutes passed in a flash, Bo Nan listened to the increasingly rapid countdown and took a puff of cigarette, the cloud of smoke melted into the air, forming an invisible wall around the elevator, the chief engineer behind Bo Nan didn't leave either, He counted the time and wanted to pull Bo Nan behind the cover, but just as he stretched out his hand, he heard a bang not far ahead, and the ground under his feet shook.

Or maybe the whole building was shaking.

Bo Nan stood up lazily, unscathed—the shock wave of the explosion was stopped by the cirrus clouds, not even a single piece of gravel flew in their direction.

The walls of the elevator shaft were blasted on three sides, exposing the hollow shaft.Looking down, you can see the walls on the first, second, third, and fourth floors of the basement. The light source penetrates through the entrance, and it becomes darker and darker until the bottom is pitch black, like an abyss, ready to drag those who try to spy on it down at any time. .

Looking at the gloomy aura below, Bo Nan took out the Yan Luo seal from his chest, dipped it in cinnabar, and stamped it on the probe of the machine.

Use evil spirits to transform evil spirits, so as not to create piles of resistance.

He motioned to the workers beside him and said, "Take a look first."

He has a little intuition, he feels that the pile may not be buried very deep—or it may have been deep before, but it may not be now.

The heavy probe entered the water and projected the image on the screen, and everyone present checked the image through their mobile phones.

The color of the water is dark, even if the probe has its own light source, it is almost impossible to take pictures. The picture seems to be still, only occasionally a few bubbles and halos sway to make people realize that the probe is going down.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound in the screen, and the probe was knocked and turned half a circle on the spot. In this half circle, a touch of panic-stricken red came into everyone's eyes.

"what is that?!"

Bo Nan signaled the workers to keep their heads steady, and he looked at the wood with a corner exposed from the mud: "... a coffin?"