Supreme Stock God

Chapter 485 Indonesian Chinese Chamber of Commerce

Just when the men were about to pick up iron bars and wooden sticks to smash the crew's photographic equipment, they saw a blue brick flying out of thin air and hit the man's forehead severely.

He only heard the man scream and fell on his back to the ground, fainted with blood and blood.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and Zhou Hao over there coldly snorted, "Let me see who dares to move!"

Obviously, he threw the brick just now. At this time, the surrounding crew members also took advantage of the tools, or tripods or reflectors, and looked awe-inspiring to defend.

The group of men who came to the troublemaker saw the crew suffocate, and the leader was knocked out by Zhou Hao's bricks, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while. Zhou Hao asked loudly: "Are you a local? Why do you come here to go wild? All the land here in the studio is traded through legal procedures. This is no longer the land of your village. Whoever dares to make trouble here, I will Put you all in jail!"

A staff member beside him said to Zhou Hao: "Boss, this group of people is not here for the first time. Last time they threatened us not to be allowed to film here, and they broke one of our video recorders. Not only us, but the others The film crews in the city were also intimidated by them. Just now they drove off several crews before they came to us."

Zhou Hao asked Wang Zhonglei, who had already returned here: "Then why don't you call the police?"

Wang Zhonglei said helplessly: "Reported, the police arrested them for a few days and released them again."

Zhou Hao said coldly: "The Studio City is also an industry of our company, how can they let them come here to make trouble."

There was already a blaming in his tone. Wang Zhonglei shrank his neck, thinking that although the boss was young, he was very powerful in anger.

At the same time, a man in his 50s and 60s was helped by several people and walked over. He was holding his left forehead, his cheek was still stained with blood, and he was obviously injured. He came to the group of people, pointed at them and said, "You thugs, why are you adults! Is there a king?"

Judging from his appearance, he should have been injured by those men.

Zhou Hao looked at this little old man with amusement. There were only five or six people on his side, but there were fifty to sixty people. He was really brave enough to challenge others. But the next moment Zhou Hao frowned, because he saw the men holding the little old man with a heavy suffocation. Zhou Hao concluded by looking at them that those guys must have had human lives on their hands, and watching them look cold and calm, they were obviously from the army.

So Zhou Hao immediately guessed that the little old man who was looking angry was not an ordinary person.

"How did China's law and order become like this? Didn't it mean that the domestic environment has become better and better under the Communist Party?" The little old man was still harassing and complaining.

As soon as Zhou Hao heard this, he knew that this little old man was not from China, and most likely was an overseas Chinese.

At this moment, the few men with sticks in front couldn't stand the old man's verbosity, and after a curse, they raised the sticks in their hands to give the little old man again.

But as soon as they raised their hands, the bodyguard beside the little old man acted immediately. As soon as they stretched out their hands and made a movement, the men screamed, and the sticks immediately took off their hands, unexpectedly being removed from the joints of their wrists.

"Those are soldiers, and they are not ordinary troops, they may be special forces." Seeing the skill of the little old man's bodyguards, Zhao Yuqin immediately said to Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao nodded. At the same time, when the troublemaker over there saw that his companion was injured, he immediately became excited and immediately surrounded the little old man and them. However, a man next to the little old man took out a gun decisively and fired a shot into the sky: "Don't move!"

Seeing that the other party pulled out the gun, those people immediately stopped moving, with expressions of fear on their faces.

But at this moment, a group of as many as a hundred soldiers walked up neatly and quickly, with guns in their hands. Seeing these soldiers quickly surrounded the group of troublemakers, and seeing the guns in the soldiers' hands, the group of men dared to move wherever they were, and without the other party opening their mouths, immediately put down all the clubs in their hands.

"Who are you, put down the gun!" The commander of this group of soldiers saw the man next to the little old man with a gun in his hand, and immediately went over and shouted to him.

"Brother, we are also from the Nanjing Military Region, our own." The man looked at the soldiers around him with some confusion, but he took out a certificate from his inner bag and handed it to the commander in front.

The commander took a look at the certificate, and his face changed. He respectfully handed it back to him, and then gave him a military salute.

Then I heard the man ask: "Who sent you here?"

The little old man was also puzzled when he heard the words, and said to the person beside him: "Huh? Didn't you call these officers and soldiers?"

His bodyguard shook his head, and at this moment, Zhou Hao and Zhao Yuqin walked over. Zhao Yuqin asked the commander: "Hello, did Commander Zhu send you here?"

When those people came to make trouble, Zhao Yuqin immediately called Zhu Yongquan of the Nanjing Military Region.

"Are you Miss Zhao Yuqin?" Seeing Zhao Yuqin nodded, the commander immediately saluted her and said respectfully: "Miss Zhao, we are sent by Commander Zhu to help you catch the perpetrators who have disrupted Hengdian Film and Television City."

"Well, I will bother you to bring these guys back, and ask what's going on." Zhao Yuqin smiled.

"no problem."

The soldier who served as the bodyguard for the little old man looked at Zhao Yuqin with a strange look. He also said just now that all of them are in the Nanjing Military Region and are naturally led by Zhu Yongquan. They don't know the relationship between Zhao Yuqin and Zhu Yongquan, but they can send someone directly to support Zhu Yongquan, which is obviously not an ordinary person.

Zhou Hao smiled and said to the soldier who just took out the gun: "A few of you are also under Commander Zhu?"

The man nodded, but said nothing. Zhou Hao immediately understood that they might be performing a task, and this task is not convenient to disclose to outsiders. However, Zhou Hao was a little curious about the injured little old man. He was definitely not an ordinary person if he could dispatch a few special forces to protect him, and he should be an overseas Chinese according to what he said just now.

Zhou Hao said to the little old man: "This gentleman, you are injured. We have a medical room here, or let's accompany you to see it."

People’s first impressions are usually very important. Zhou Hao is handsome and sunny, coupled with his sincere attitude, so the little old man immediately became fond of this young man, nodded and said, "Thank you, then."

So Zhou Hao took the little old man to the medical room over there, and at the same time asked Wang Zhonglei to see the crew that had been driven away and deal with the situation over there.

Before reaching the medical room, Zhou Hao heard someone walking quickly behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar figure. The man was stunned when he saw Zhou Hao, and exclaimed, "Zhou Hao?"

"Manager Han?" Zhou Hao was also surprised.

The visitor was Han Xixiang, the general manager of Hengdian World Studios, and an important arm of Xu Wenrong, president of Hengdian Group.

"Zhou Hao, are you here too?" Han Xixiang was surprised that Zhou Hao was here.

When he saw the little old man with half of his face stained with blood next to Zhou Hao, he was even more shocked, and quickly stepped forward and cared: "Mr. Pang, are you injured? Are you okay?"

When the little old man surnamed Pang saw Han Xixiang, his anger regained his anger and said in annoyance: "Han Xixiang, what's the matter with you Hengdian Film and Television City? I just came to visit just now and suddenly met a group of thugs. Broke my head!"

Han Xixiang was obviously very taboo towards this little old man and quickly apologized: "Mr. Pang, I'm really sorry. Those guys are local farmers in Hengdian Town, and they came here deliberately under the instigation of others. Mr. Pang, I'm really sorry. "

Zhou Hao was also very strange about the situation just now, but he said to the little old man: "This is Mr. Pang, right? Don't get angry first, let's ask someone to bandage you first, otherwise the tetanus will be bad."

The little old man glared at Han Xixiang: "Huh! For the sake of this little brother, I won't care about you."

Then he turned around and walked into the medical room, and Han Xixiang also cast a grateful look at Zhou Hao.

In the medical room, the doctor and nurse on duty cleaned and bandaged the wound of the little old man. The little old man is just skin trauma, not serious. And Han Xixiang also explained to Zhou Hao the reason for the situation just now during the interval when the little old man was receiving treatment.

"Zhou Hao, you know, the Hengdian Group is a state-controlled group." Han Xixiang said: "Although Mr. Xu is the president of the Hengdian Group, he often can't decide the affairs of the group. Just recently, the group has come. A deputy general manager. Someone in his family holds a position in the central government. He came to our group to gild."

Zhou Hao nodded in understanding, this is not uncommon.

Han Xixiang said: "That guy doesn't know management at all. He's a completely outsider, but he's pointing fingers at the group's affairs. One time at a meeting, I really couldn't help but raised objections to his words out loud. Offended. He knew that I was in charge of the Hengdian Film and Television City, so he was embarrassed by instigating the local farmers to make trouble in the film and television city."

"What about Mr. Pang, who is he?" Zhou Hao asked again.

"He?" Han Xixiang looked at the little old man and said to Zhou Hao: "That's Mr. Pang Jinting, the president of the Indonesian Chinese Chamber of Commerce."