Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 317 - 217: The New District Big Brother’s Strength

However, what Director Chu didn’t expect was that he called Zhang Dayong twice, but no one answered.

Helpless, he had to call the contact person and was inford that Zhang had gone to a local substation to guide work.

At this mont, he truly understood what it ant for people to change their attitudes when one is gone.

It wasn’t just his face that looked unpleasant; Liang Tianyou’s face was equally gloomy. The situation was clear; Zhang Dayong had anticipated soone would look for him and had simply hidden away—he didn’t want to show even a hint of courtesy.

"Boss Liang, forgive for being an old man about to retire, but I am powerless here. You’d better find soone else for this matter. I won’t take the tea, and you don’t need to have the driver see off," Director Chu sighed.

Liang Tianyou smiled and shook his head: "What are you saying, Director Chu? The tea is a gift for friends and has nothing to do with whether this situation gets resolved."

From this sentence alone, you can tell he’s a billionaire for a reason; his perspective and way of handling things are sothing my little brother-in-law could learn from.

After leaving the branch bureau, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Go and investigate for ; what’s the background of the person who got beaten at the construction site yesterday?"

"Make it quick; I’m waiting for your news."

After hanging up the phone, he got into the car and instructed the driver to head to the city hall.

...

On the other side, Qi Yun finished dealing with matters at the company and went to take a look at Peng Ge’s office, but seeing that Peng Ge wasn’t there, he headed to the parking lot to wait.

About ten minutes later, a brown business vehicle parked nearby, and Ah Jiao stepped out holding so docunts.

"I’ve checked it out; the real owner of that construction site is nad Liang Tianyou, the owner of Tianyou Construction Company. The company is quite powerful and has undertaken many governnt projects," Ah Jiao said as she handed over the docunts.

Qi Yun took them and flipped through them carefully. Just as Ah Jiao said, the other party indeed had significant power, having even been involved in the city’s Subway Line 2 project; no need to ntion his extensive connections.

However, Qi Yun was now determined to stand up for his brother.

"Okay, there’s another thing I need you to do."

"There’s a film crew called ’Desert Eagle’ shooting nearby, I’ve heard there’s a batch of old furniture being disposed of. Find out where they are and buy all the Eight Immortals tables they’re selling for ," Qi Yun instructed as he put away the docunts.

"Huh?" Ah Jiao was stunned for a mont, not quite understanding at once, given the abrupt change in topic.

Qi Yun didn’t explain further, continuing, "I’ll send you an address later; once you’ve bought them, deliver the items there for ."

"Oh, okay." Ah Jiao responded, then headed back towards the business vehicle.

Qi Yun extinguished his cigarette and after pondering for a mont, got into the nearby parked BMW 5 Series.

...

At West Mountain, inside an office of a certain sand and gravel factory, Luo Yang was playing mahjong with so of his staff.

Just then, the door of the steel-panel room was suddenly pushed open, and Qi Yun walked in.

Noticing this, Luo Yang gave his position to one of the staff to take over, then went to sit on the sofa with Qi Yun.

"You’re such a big boss; why have you co to hang around a sand and gravel factory personally?" Qi Yun took the smoke offered by the other party and asked curiously.

Luo Yang flicked his cigarette on the table and smiled: "I’ve already told you I’m a straightforward guy, just love playing cards and spending ti with ladies."

Qi Yun smacked his lips and then asked, "How’s Old Ghost?"

Luo Yang held the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff: "Went to the hospital to see him this morning; he should be able to get up and around after staying in bed for another couple of days."

Qi Yun nodded, lighting his cigarette as well.

"Have you co looking for for sothing?" Luo Yang glanced at Qi Yun.

"Yes, wanted to ask if you know Liang Tianyou?"

"Liang Tianyou? That guy from Tianyou Construction Company?"

"Yes."

Luo Yang stroked the stubble on his chin: "I wouldn’t say I know him, but we’ve had business dealings; almost any local construction site buys sand from my factories."

"What’s up? Why are you asking about him?"

Qi Yun exhaled a smoke ring and replied, "We’ve got a bit of a conflict. From your site, was it that the materials for Fuyang Road’s elevated bridge construction were sourced?"

"Yeah, the sand and gravel for the New District is sourced from this yard." Luo Yang pointed outside as he spoke.

Looking through the steel-panel room’s window, Qi Yun saw the yard’s considerable size. There were several conveyor belts running; in the center, a dozen soil trucks were parked, while two large excavators loaded materials into them.

He turned back to Luo Yang and said, "I want to hold him up; can you help?"

Luo Yang was montarily stunned, then after a brief silence, he asked suspiciously, "You’ve got conflict with him?"

Qi Yun nodded: "My friend’s brother-in-law died on his construction site. My friend went to demand compensation and got beaten by his n."

"Is that true?" Luo Yang furrowed his brow, flicking off so ash. "Deaths on construction sites are common, but such handling is sowhat inconsiderate."

"Indeed."

Luo Yang continued asking: "You want to stop supplying his sand and gravel?"

"Exactly, but don’t make it obvious, so it doesn’t damage your factory’s reputation," Qi Yun replied.

After hearing this, Luo Yang rubbed his face and said to Qi Yun: "Technically, with Old Ghost’s connection, we should be friends too, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, the problem is I have a contract with their company. Delaying supply even for a day would cost tens of thousands in penalty."

Qi Yun chuckled: "I’ll cover the penalty, plus I’ll throw in an extra fifty for your trouble."

"But I think he’s unlikely to ask you for the penalty; his site’s schedule is tight, he can’t afford delays. With this matter of mine, it has to be settled within three days."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yang’s furrowed brow imdiately smoothed: "You’ve said this much; what else is there to discuss? Shall we start the hold-up today?"

"Alright."

Having received confirmation, Luo Yang imdiately called over a staff mber and instructed: "Go tell the dispatcher, move Tianyou Company’s materials to the back of the line, each truck."

The staff didn’t ask for details and quickly ran off to pass on the instruction.

"Thanks, eh."

Luo Yang waved dismissively: "No need for thanks between friends."

Qi Yun nodded and continued asking, "Is there any chance he might source from another yard?"

"Impossible." Luo Yang shook his head confidently, "Those smaller yards are too slow, and without my approval, they wouldn’t dare supply the New District’s sites."

His words displayed his unmistakable clout as the New District boss.

With things settled, Qi Yun didn’t linger.

Even though Luo Yang refused the fifty for trouble, Qi Yun still called Chen Wei over asking him to bring in a parcel.

"Okay, I’ll head out now; once done, let’s have a al," Qi Yun said.

"Alright, I’ll see you off then." Luo Yang stood up and escorted Qi Yun to the exit.

Back in the car, Qi Yun was about to call Zhang Dayong to ask about the situation, but just as he pulled out his phone, a call ca in.