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    "Mr. Pei, thank you. I wish you all the blessings of our family." Wang Baoyu said with a smirk, and the group of people immediately walked straight to Xiaoma Lane without stopping.

    Xiaoma Lane is very narrow and there is no way to get in. The group of people walked to No. 30. The big iron gate was closed, but there was a luxury off-road motorcycle parked at the door. Someone should be cooking in the yard, and they could smell the rice.  of fragrance.

    ¡°Damn it, it seems like you¡¯re making a lot of money selling counterfeit medicines.¡± Wang Baoyu cursed in his heart and winked at the police officer behind him. The police officer immediately climbed over the courtyard wall and opened the gate.

    Wang Baoyu and others walked in aggressively. The sight in front of him made him dumbfounded. There was a big pot in the center of the courtyard, and a middle-aged man was cooking rice porridge. The rice soup was mixed with food coloring, making it look like Chun Ge Wan Shui Wan.  The color is then poured into another filling equipment, and several women are packaging these so-called Chunge pills.

    None of the women wore gloves. Occasionally, if something got on their hands, they would stick out their tongues and lick it off, showing the frugal nature of working women.

    My Spring Brother Pill was made like this. Wang Baoyu was almost on the verge of crying. Of course the people inside knew what it meant when people in uniforms came in. They all put down what they were doing and stood there in a daze.

    To capture the thief first, capture the king. Wang Baoyu immediately grabbed a man who was working and asked, "Where is your boss?"

    The man pouted angrily at the inside. It turned out that the boss happened to be here today. At the same time, a young man came out of the house and was chatting on the phone proudly. As soon as he saw what this man looked like, everyone present immediately became excited.  stunned.

    Who is it? It is Wang Qiuzhen, the son of the municipal party committee secretary Wang Zhuoran. When Wang Qiuzhen saw Wang Baoyu and others, he hung up the phone in panic.

    "Mr. Wang, congratulations on getting rich." Wang Baoyu said mockingly.

    "Wang Baoyu, what are you doing here?" Wang Qiuzhen asked blankly.

    "I'm afraid you've cooked too much rice porridge and won't be able to finish it."

    "I, that's"

    "What a stutter, your counterfeit Chunge Pills are really not very expensive." Wang Baoyu sneered, grabbed a package on the ground, and said: "Mr. Wang, you really have it, and the product you make is almost the same as ours.  ¡±

    "I, we didn't produce much." Wang Qiuzhen said.

    "As the son of a dignified municipal party committee secretary, you should find something classy to do. Selling fake medicines will make me embarrassed for you." Wang Baoyu said.

    "This is a quick way to make money." Wang Qiuzhen said shamelessly.

    "What are you all doing in a daze? Please get Mr. Wang away quickly." Wang Baoyu waved behind him.

    No one dared to move. Who dared to provoke the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary? When Wang Qiuzhen saw this situation, he immediately became energetic. He put his hands behind his back and said proudly to these people: "Everyone, please go back. I will tell my father about it."  Your supervisors will all be promoted."

    Although everyone disdained his words, no one dared to come forward. You looked at me and I looked at you. The look in their eyes clearly said, you go first, you should come, you should come.

    Wang Qiuzhen chuckled and said, "Thank you everyone for your hard work. The rice I have here is all high-quality, green and pollution-free. Why don't we have a bowl for each person?"

    Wang Baoyu was so angry that he originally didn't want to do anything to Wang Qiuzhen. As long as he could find out the root cause and solve the problem, he would just turn a blind eye and let it go. However, this kid was clearly confident. Not only did he have no regrets, he also used his power to bully others.  It was hard to swallow this breath, and Wang Qiuzhen said to Wang Baoyu again: "Wang Baoyu, don't be so stingy. If you have money, everyone will make it. You eat meat, and we eat soup."

    "I'll drink you." Wang Baoyu cursed, turned to the two police officers behind him and said, "Take Mr. Wang away to me, otherwise, you will be asked to go home and work in the fields tomorrow."

    "This" Although the two police officers knew the relationship between Wang Baoyu and Yan Haosheng, they still did not dare to take action.

    "Wang Baoyu, look at you, you still haven't changed your old bad habits. What are you doing to trouble everyone? Let's go back. We are tired all the way. I will treat everyone to dinner another day." Wang Qiuzhen bowed his hands grandly, stood up and left.

    Wang Baoyu was so angry that if Wang Qiuzhen escaped like this, he would definitely come back again, so he hurriedly dug into his pocket.

    "Hey, you came here with a gun." Wang Qiuzhen laughed.

    Of course Wang Baoyu didn't have a gun. He took out his inspector's card and national security card, waved them at the police officers with a cold face and said, "If you don't take action, you should be laid off and go home now, and wait for your superiors to hold you accountable for your dereliction of duty.  "

    The police officers looked at the national security certificate and finally got scared. Wang Qiuzhen was also startled. He didn¡¯t expect that Wang Baoyu still had this thing. Then the two police officers finally got strongHe had the courage to step forward and put handcuffs on Wang Qiuzhen and took him away from the scene.

    "You guys are eating the inside out. My dad worked hard for Pingchuan, but you dare to arrest his son. I want to see my dad, I want to see my dad." Wang Qiuzhen's limbs were fluttering, but with the excuse of national security certificate, everyone still didn't want to  He pressed his head politely. This brat had long disliked him.

    "Wang Baoyu, I'm not done with you. My dad won't let you go. Just wait. I'll be out in two days. I'll definitely have something nice for you by then." Wang Qiuzhen shouted.

    "You have broken the law, even the King of Heaven can't do it. I wish you a good jail sentence." Wang Baoyu said without hesitation.

    The rest of the people in the factory were controlled, and the counterfeit medicine equipment was confiscated. Subsequently, the personnel of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau followed the clues and found the printing factory that produced the medicine boxes. At this point, the fake medicine incident of Chunge Pill was finally thoroughly investigated.

    Originally, Wang Baoyu didn't really want to care too much about Wang Qiuzhen. He didn't want to offend the Municipal Party Committee Secretary Wang Zhuoran. He just wanted this kid to taste the pain and stop doing such disgusting things in the future. Wang Zhuoran also didn't talk to Wang Baoyu on the phone. Probably  I also think so. If my son refuses to obey discipline, it would be better to let him have a better memory.

    However, the subsequent development of the situation was out of control. Some sleazy policeman secretly told friends in the provincial capital media about the matter. Through word of mouth, people gathered in front of the Municipal Public Security Bureau the next morning.  A large number of reporters came to verify the forgery of the son of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.

    It was the boy's misfortune. A certain deputy secretary of the provincial party committee accidentally learned of the matter. Just as he was unhappy and wanted to find trouble to vent his anger on, he directly called the Pingchuan City Public Security Bureau and asked to investigate the matter to the end.  No matter who is involved, accommodation will never be tolerated.

    Wang Zhuoran, the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, was so angry that he almost went crazy. He cursed many times and cursed his son for embarrassing himself, and threw the things on the table to the floor. Secretary Qiao Weiye, who came into the room to report on the work, was so frightened that he quickly left in horror.
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