"What, are you afraid of Zhang Hongwang?"

Meng Bo picked up the Gongfu tea made by Mo Jiawen by himself and looked straight at him.

"I just think that there is no need to offend Zhang Hongwang. Maybe you have never been in contact with the upper reaches of Ningjiang before. I don't know that behind Zhang Hongwang is the Bai family."

When Mo Jiawen mentioned the Bai family, his eyes looked like a little lamb was afraid of a big bad wolf.

"Besides, in the Ningjiang Shangliu circle, everyone knows that this land auction is actually the Bai family singing a one-man show. No one dares to compete with them for that piece of land. Although Bangning Jiang Shazhou Island has almost no use value, that is, it is worthless. If it were not for the purchase of land use and development rights in accordance with the regulations, it would have to go through bidding, and there would be no such land auction."

Mo Jiawen continued to explain to Meng Bo.

"So, Mr. Meng, for such a piece of Jiangzhong Shazhou that has no use value, I offended Best Group and the Bai family. If you are interested in investing in land, I have many ways here, and I guarantee that as long as you invest in it, you can make money within one year."

Faced with Mo Jiawen's bitter thoughts, Meng Bo did not listen to it at all.

At the beginning, he was interested in this land auction, and his motivation was to spend 10 billion as soon as possible.

However, his grudges with Zuo Yuancheng actually touched the Best Group.

The Zuo family even put pressure on Meng Bo through Qian Lisun, asking him to spit out the Zuo Wenhua stock in his hand.

Zuo Wenhua's stock, which fell sharply yesterday, experienced a rebound. It can be guessed that there must be manipulations from Best Group behind it.

Now Zuo Wenhua's stock is indeed cold.

Then Best Group's investment in Zuoshi Wenhua's stock will definitely be cold.

In addition to the fact that the license plate and number are good, offended Qian Lisun.

Above, Zhang Hongwang sent someone to abduct Zuo Qingyan to Hongtai Club for house arrest. Whether it was afraid or not, both sides had already formed a strait.

Instead of being timid, it is better to just do it if you don’t accept it!

People in the Ningjiang Shangliu circle are afraid of Best Group and the Bai family, because they are not as strong as their financial resources?

For Best Group and the Bai Family, all the problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

But for Meng Bo, isn't the same?

Who is afraid of whom!

"Mr. Mo, if you have any difficulties, I'll ask someone else to help you."

Meng Bo put down the teacup and said simply.

"Mr. Meng, you..."

Mo Jiawen looked at Meng Bo in embarrassment.

From Meng Bo's firm eyes, Mo Jiawen knew that she could not persuade Meng Bo to give up.

"Well, what do I need to do?"

Meng Bo said:

"Paying a deposit to the land auctioneer in my name is equivalent to buying a ticket for me. You don't have to worry about the rest. Is it too late today?"

Seeing that Meng Bo was so determined, Mo Jiawen stopped talking.

"It's time. As of midnight today, if you are sure you really want to participate in this land auction, I can help you do this."

As he was talking, Meng Bo's cell phone suddenly came in.

Meng Bo originally wanted to hang up because he thought the number seemed familiar, so he tried to answer the call.

"Meng Bo! Is it Meng Bo?"

"You are...Uncle Wen?"

"Hey, it's me. You're not convenient now. Something happened to Mr. Xu!"

"What!"

Meng Bo rubbed the ground and bounced up from the sofa.

"I originally planned to accompany Mr. Xu back to the welfare home, but when we came out, he was hit by a car..."

"Then how is Mr. Xu now?"

"He doesn't look very good now. I want to take him to the hospital, but he wants me to take him to the welfare home, saying that he will die there even if he dies!"

"Uncle Wen, call an ambulance first!"

"I've called the ambulance..."

"Okay, I'll be here soon!"

Meng Bo had already walked out of the office before hanging up the phone.

"Mr. Meng, do you want me to help?"

Mo Jiawen didn't know what was going on, but saw Meng Bo with anxiety on his face.

"I'll call you if you need it."

Meng Bo almost rushed out of the office, and hurriedly threw a sentence while the elevator was closed.

"Old Xu, stop talking, save your energy."

Wen Xuegang had already taken off his shirt and rolled it into a ball of pillow under Mr. Xu's head.

At this time, Old Mr. Xu's nose and ears were bleeding, but his consciousness was still very clear.

"Some people want to... want me to die, now... finally... let them do what they want, but... anyway... I'm tired, so don't pay the rescue fee. I... I still have some savings, please... use... to use that... twenty... child body..."

Old Mr. Xu intermittently, constantly bleeding from the gaps between teeth and corners of the mouth.

"Old Xu, I beg you, stop talking, the ambulance will arrive soon, you won't die."

Before Wen Xuegang was demobilized, he learned some trauma first aid on the battlefield. After preliminary judgment, Mr. Xu was not only broken by liver and spleen, but also fractured the base of the skull.

In other words, even if Mr. Xu was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment in time, the situation was not optimistic.

A big man couldn't help but cry like rain.

Why are good people not rewarded?

Woo--Woo--Woo-Woo-Woo

The ambulance bell echoed on the bustling street.

Passers-by stopped to watch, and nearly a hundred people gathered around.

When the ambulance arrived, people automatically moved away to both sides, and the rear door of the carriage drove to both sides. Two first aiders in blue and green uniforms carried the stretcher down, carefully lifted Xu Laobo and carried it into the car. Wen Xuegang quickly got on the car.

The ambulance rushed towards the Emergency Center of Ningjiang General Hospital.

...

Meng Bo drove Pagani Fengshen and called Wen Xuegang on the car phone. After asking where the ambulance would take the injured Mr. Xuegang, he turned around and headed towards the emergency center.

Traffic jam!

Looking at the various cars lined up in endless lines in front of me is anxious.

Meng Bo was worried and called Wen Xuegang again.

When he asked this, what he was worried about still happened.

The sections of roads passing by the ambulance are also stuck in traffic and it is difficult to move forward.

"I'm fucking..."

Meng Bo wished he could install the Pagani Wind God on two wings and flew over to rescue Mr. Xu.

Grow wings!

Meng Bo suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Yes, I can get an airplane and get traffic jams on the ground. There is no traffic jam in the air."

When Meng Bo thought of this, he quickly called Mo Jiawen to inquire about the plane.

"Mr. Meng, in this situation you mentioned, it is not impossible to get a helicopter to solve it, but it will cost one million yuan to rent it."

"Don't talk nonsense, life is at stake. If you have a way, you must get it in the shortest time. I'm responsible for making money!"

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

...

After twenty minutes passed, Meng Bo's Pagani Wind God advanced dozens of meters!

You know, the twenty minutes that are not very eye-catching on weekdays are related to a person's life and death.
Chapter completed!