Along the way, Chen Qian was working in a mobile office. She opened a micro Toshiba laptop on the armrest box of the Hummer and made phone calls one by one with Bluetooth headphones. Fu Ping'an couldn't hear it. Her ears were covered with bauxite, pre-cultured anode, electrolytic aluminum production, Guinea-Indian bauxite ton price and futures trends. The language used by Sister Qian to call was also constantly changing. Sometimes it was standard Mandarin, sometimes it was mixed with a few Shanghai dialect, and sometimes it was in English. Her speaking skills were not good, but she spoke fluently and had a large vocabulary, which surprised Fu Ping'an.

I thought Sister Qian was just a big sister who was involved in society, but I didn’t expect that she was a real high-end business person. Taking advantage of the phone call, Fu Ping'an asked: “Sister Qian, do we need to pay attention to so many aspects when we start mining?”

Chen Qian said: "Of course, when doing any business, you must understand the situation in the upstream and downstream of the industrial chain. China's electrolytic aluminum production capacity is overcapacity, high energy consumption, high pollution, domestic bauxite quality is not high, imported bauxite prices are rising steadily, but international aluminum prices are falling. Our bauxite has low quality and low output, and is in a very awkward position. If you don't make careful calculations, adjust your strategies in time, and only care about blind production, you will definitely be in the market."

Fu Ping'an said sincerely: "Sister Qian is so awesome. What did you study in college?"

Chen Qian said: "I graduated from the Chinese Department of Normal University. These are all things I have explored later. There is no way. No one teaches you or takes you. Everyone treats you as prey, stares at you and salivates. If you are not strong, you can only die. I am forced to become a strong woman."

Fu Ping'an couldn't help but think of the photo in the bedroom, with white clothes floating, little birds leaning on others. Chen Qian back then and Chen Qian now were completely different. It was fate and a woman who became so strong. Sister Qian was the one who walked through the storm alone. She was no longer the same as before. So he was experiencing the storm. He was not sure if what he was experiencing was considered a storm.

The road was flat, and Fu Ping'an increased his speed to 120 kilometers, reaching the bauxite mine only ten minutes later than the scheduled time. This is a small-scale bauxite mine, far away from the town and located in the wilderness of the mountain. There was originally a cement road, which had been crushed by heavy-loaded trucks and was broken. This kind of road still had to be competent for four-wheel drive off-road vehicles. Fu Ping'an seemed to understand why Sister Qian chose Hummer, which might not be what he originally thought.

The closer you get to the entrance of the mine, the harder the road is to go. The cars outside cannot enter, the cars on the mine cannot get out, and they are all blocked on the road. A farm tricycle is parked at the gate of Guanghui Mining. There is a human figure under the white cloth in the carriage, with blood smudges oozing out, which is shocking. A circle of local people wearing mourning clothes. More than a dozen white wreaths are arranged in an orderly manner. A white cloth banner blocks the door, with eight black words on it: Blood debt and blood repaying my relatives!

Fu Ping'an's heart was trembling. This scene was so miserable. In an instant, he thought of the mine disaster and the broken family, his wife and children who had lost their pillars. He didn't know how Sister Qian would deal with this difficult trouble. Whether it was a warm pension or a cold-blooded squeezing force, he would wait and see.

Fu Ping'an thought of the word "suppression" not only the security guards waiting for the gate of Guanghui Mining, but also the white helmets and plexiglass shields indicate that violent incidents are often encountered in the mine, and there are also private cars with Jiangm license plates that arrived one after another. These are the support forces Chen Qian called along the way, and the heroes of the Huaimen River and the world.

The gate could not enter, and the Hummer could only park nearby. Chen Qian took Fu Ping'an through the blockade line of the gate and entered Guanghui Mining. The mournful miserables only blocked the transport vehicles from entering and leaving, and did not block the personnel's contact. Fu Ping'an saw the security team at the door and felt that it seemed to be a little bit of a big deal. At this time, the mine manager who came to greet Chen Qian complained to him: "If someone had not sent to stop him in time, the mourning hall would be placed in our office."

"Have you figured out what happened?" Chen Qian asked.

"It was a man killed by the convoy. It had nothing to do with the mine, but these fellow villagers could not find the vehicle that caused the accident, so they came to the mine to block the door, asking for compensation, and asking for explanation..." The mine manager explained the situation all the way and welcomed Chen Qian into the office.

There were already a group of men sitting in the office, with smoke everywhere, and everyone had cigarettes in their hands. When Chen Qian came in, they stood up and greeted her, and they all shouted, "As an older one," the boss, and the younger one called Sister Qian. Chen Qian said, "Sit all," and she sat at the conference table. Fu Ping'an consciously took Sister Qian's thermos to the water dispenser and took warm water to the water dispenser, and stood behind to listen to everyone's meeting.

A few minutes later, Fu Ping'an had a general understanding of the incident. Guanghui Mining and a nearby village had already had conflicts. This incident was just a total outbreak when conflicts accumulated to the critical point. The fuse was the death of an old man, but the truth was difficult to find out. There were no cameras on the road, and it was unknown which car hit it. But it is certain that the only trucks that were passing through this road were freighters, so the villagers relied on the mine and blocked the door without paying money, making it impossible for you to operate.

The mine is located in a remote location. There are seven or eight people in a police station, who manage more than a dozen natural villages and tens of thousands of people. The country clan society has weak legal awareness. It is unrealistic to expect the police to uphold justice. Time passes by minute by minute, and the losses are also increasing. Twelve fully loaded trucks cannot be transported out, and dozens of empty trucks cannot be driven in. If it is blocked for ten days and half a month, the mine will have to go bankrupt. These villagers are aiming at this point and then threaten to carry the corpse and block the door.

"How much do they want?" Chen Qian asked.

"The price is 100, and it is estimated that the minimum price will be 30. The last year I lost 300,000 yuan in a car accident case here last year." One person replied.

Fu Ping'an has heard a similar story. The money paid for the person who killed a person is related to the age and work income of the deceased. If it is a retired rural elderly person, the compensation will be small. If it is a middle-aged and middle-aged urban young man in the past, the compensation will be high. As the saying goes, the same life is different, and sometimes life can be measured by money.

Chen Qian said: "I'll go talk to them."

The mine manager said: "It's not appropriate, why don't you ask them to come in and talk."

"No, I'll go out to talk." Chen Qian said, "Ping An, come back to the car and bring my shoes."

Fu Ping'an returned to the Hummer and carried a long shoe box down. When he passed the gate, he saw the villagers who seemed simple and honest, but there was no sadness on his face. Instead, the reinforcements wandering nearby did not look like good people.

Back at the office, Chen Qian had already changed into a set of clothes, capable black clothes and black pants, opened the shoe box, and was a pair of high-heeled boots. After kicking it, her height increased by ten centimeters, which was taller than Fu Ping'an, and her majesty naturally came out.

A group of people followed Chen Qian to the gate to negotiate with the villagers. When the other party saw the mine boss appear, they rushed around and were excited. Seeing their faces and thick necks, they seemed to want to take action. The reinforcements pulled from Huaimen also surrounded them. Both sides were ready to fight, and a fight was about to break out.

"You guys say that I am the chairman of Guanghui Mining, talk to me!" Chen Qian's domineering soprano sounded, and the villagers calmed down and recommended a middle-aged man wearing camouflage pants as the representative. He had cigarettes on his ears and blushed, and others were wearing mourning clothes. He didn't even have any mourning words. He had a mute mouth and a broken throat, and he was domineering.

"The people in my village were hit and killed by a car in your mine. If you don't give me an explanation, we won't be overturned. No matter whether it's going to the county, city, province, or central government, this lawsuit will be settled with you." The big blushing face felt a little ashamed of Chen Qian's unanimous momentum and tall and beautiful aura, and her voice was lowered octaves.

Chen Qian looked at him coldly, suddenly walked to the farm truck, lifted the white sheet, revealing the body below.

There was an uproar. This extremely impolite act aroused the indignation of the villagers and immediately surrounded him and scolded him endlessly. Fu Ping'an followed Sister Qian, his whole body tense. If the other party called him, he would sacrifice his life to protect Sister Qian's safety.

Under the white sheet, there was a white-haired old woman's body with blood on her body, but no obvious scars were seen. Fu Ping'an thought of the situation when her grandmother passed away, and felt a little nervous and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Chen Qian retreated and asked Dafeng blushed: "Whose mother is this in your village? What's her name? How old is she? How did she die? If you don't tell me clearly today, don't want to leave!"

He blushed and furious: "You are going to kill someone and make a comeback! You didn't ask your car to kill me, but I'm the eight generations of ancestors."

Chen Qian's voice was even higher than him: "Your eight generations of ancestors died long ago! Fighting with me, you are far from being killed. This person was not killed by a car, but by you! Lao Wang, call the police, Lao Liu, take people to surround them, don't let any of them run away!"

The heroes of the martial arts world were waiting for this sentence, and they immediately searched the guys to surround them, locked the baseball stick chains, and surrounded the dozens of old and weak villagers.

Chen Qian returned to the mine and asked someone to close the door. The security guard was on guard. He also directed the mine manager to take a few people to dismantle the wall in the west, fill the ditches under the wall with ore, and let the trucks enter and exit here temporarily.

Fu Ping'an was stunned and his heart was undulating. Sister Qian was like a marshal who was planning and dispatching troops, calm and composed. She was as chaotic as a mattress, and was able to cut the mess with her quick knife, and she solved it with her thunderous iron-blooded means.

Chen Qian sat in the office and watched the progress outside the door through surveillance. The two sides had already been torn up, but they had not evolved to the point of a group fight.

"No one will die, right?" The mine manager was a little worried. He was a technician and had no experience in this kind of trouble.

"No, these people have a clear mind and a proper hand." Chen Qian was calm and calm. The people she called were all professionals who specialize in solving problems in the world. They were half based on intimidation and half based on strength. They were all old people, and they were very sure of the importance. After all, they had to bear the burden of life.

The walls have been broken, the river ditches have been filled, the passages for trucks have been opened, the villagers’ strategy of blocking the door failed, and it was too late to move their positions, and they were trapped in a difficult entanglement. On the surveillance screen, a big blushing face was calling on the phone and calling reinforcements. I guess the trouble had just begun.

Chen Qian ordered Fu Ping'an: "Ping'an, you drive Lao Li from the canteen to buy some wine and meat in the county. I guess I won't be able to go back tonight."

Of course, Fu Ping'an understood the principle that the court did not lack hungry soldiers. The canteen in the mine did not have enough supplies to entertain these heroes in the martial arts world. They had to buy wine and meat in an urgent manner to reward the three armies. At this moment, he felt that this was a battle. Sister Qian was the marshal, the leaders in the mine were all generals, the heroes outside were mercenaries, and he was the food and grass officer in charge of logistics.

When Fu Ping'an and Lao Li returned from the county town with three sheep, half a fan of pigs and three boxes of white wine and ten cigarettes, the police also arrived at the scene to mediate, but the reinforcements from the villagers were not here for a long time.

It was already dark at this time, and the cafeteria was preparing for a meal in full swing. In the mine manager's office, new negotiations were underway. Fu Ping'an could hear Chen Qian's high-pitched voice fighting hard.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the negotiations finally ended, the police left, and the villagers scattered, and the bodies were handed over to the county crematorium by vehicles from the funeral home.

Under the starry sky, the bonfire was beating, and the three roasted lambs were burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and the color was golden. The canteen’s old master Li’s craftsmanship was not covered. In addition to being able to stir-fry large pot dishes, roasted lambs were also awesome. Boxes of frozen beer from the canteen freezer were brought up in boxes of the frozen lambs. The heroes of the martial arts took off their tops, revealing the tattoos of various snakes, insects and beasts. They raised their glasses and drank them in the moonlight, savoring the feat of beating the bad guys.

Sister Qian came to comfort everyone with a glass of wine. With the support of a group of big shots, she talked about the whole story of the matter.

"I know the dead, I know the dead." Chen Qian said, "It is an old lady living nearby. Her wife died and her son died. She has no immediate relatives. The distant relatives in the village don't care about her life or death. I arranged for the mine to send her rice and soybean oil once or twice. The old lady is in poor health and has limited range of movement. It is unlikely that she will be killed by a car when she walks alone. Besides, the trucks we pull bauxite are all heavy trucks. If they really hit, they will be crushed to pieces. There are no obvious scars on the body, and blood is also sprinkled. This is definitely not a car accident. It should be that the old man died naturally. He was discovered by the villagers. If there are smart people, they want to use the body to steal us..."

The big guys all gave a thumbs up and praised Chen Qian for being smart and kind. If she hadn't known the dead in advance, it would be difficult for this trouble to end well.

A big brother asked, "What should I do in the end?"

Chen Qian said: "This matter is not over yet. The deceased went to the funeral home to keep it cold. The forensic doctor in the county wants to have an autopsy. I will talk about it when the result comes out. However, this matter is basically like this. There will be no more frequent recurrence. We are a big profit and tax dealer in the county, and all kinds of relationships have been taken into consideration. In the future, I am going to pay for the old man. I don't give any penny to those bad people. I don't like it. If I make trouble, I will beat him to death."
Chapter completed!