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"Grandson, if you want to beg for mercy now, it depends on how I feel!"

Looking at Li Jin walking over, Qian Min said proudly.

"All procedures for my store are legal and compliant, and it is always run properly. Why do you think that just a word of yours can shut down my hot pot restaurant?"

Li Jin glanced at the group of so-called self-management committee members surrounding Qian Min and said calmly.

Qian Min looked at Li Jin as if he were an idiot, laughed and said, "You are not a fool, are you?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Well, let me tell you, just because my dad is the president of the Asami City Catering Industry Self-Regulation Association! If he says your store has a problem, you have a problem!"

As he spoke, Qian Min laughed wildly, and the people around him also sneered and looked at Li Jin as if they were mentally retarded.

"Young man, was it you who beat my son?"

At this time, a fat middle-aged man stood up. His eyes were sinister and he looked at Li Jin with a sneer.

Qian Jianguo, as the president of the Self-Management Association of the Catering Industry in Qianhai City, is one of the first bosses in Qianhai City to make a fortune in the catering industry.

Now, Qian Jianguo runs eight chain hot pot restaurants scattered throughout Qianhai City. It is through these hot pot restaurants that he can make a lot of money every day and secure his position as the president.

But it is precisely because he mainly operates hot pot restaurants that he is particularly sensitive to newly opened restaurants of the same type.

Colleagues are enemies, not to mention that Hailao cooks hot pot just like him?

It's just that Qian Jianguo has never been able to find a suitable excuse.

And tonight, when he learned that his son had been beaten by someone from Hai Lao Hot Pot Restaurant, Qian Jianguo was simply overjoyed.

He immediately sent people to rush to the scene. This time, he was determined to take this opportunity no matter what, to eliminate the opponents who were likely to have an impact on the business of the eight hot pot restaurants under his name.

Li Jin looked at Qian Jianguo and said flatly: "Since you don't educate your son, then I can only reluctantly help you educate him."

"But now it seems that like a son, like a father, you seem to be planning to use your power for personal gain and support your son to the end?"

Qian Jianguo sneered, why didn't he attack Hai Lao hotpot before?

If he attacks another store without any reason, other members will feel that he is getting rid of all his colleagues. In this case, there will be no chance of him being elected president in the next election.

But as long as other members think he has a reason to take action, such as having his son beaten, he, as a father, can't just do nothing, right?

"Young man, before you went out to explore, didn't your parents teach you who you can and cannot provoke?"

"If you want to blame it, I can only blame your parents for not teaching you well. Let's just think that you paid for the tuition."

Qian Jianguo finished speaking coldly and said to the people around him: "For the record, the hygiene in this hot pot restaurant called Hai Lao is not up to standard. The ingredients used are seriously expired and spoiled, and banned chemical seasonings are added. Everything is... illegal."

"Our Self-Regulation Committee has now officially issued a notice of closure for rectification in accordance with the rules and regulations. When the rectification is completed, we will resume business."

The people around him suddenly showed understanding smiles.

Everyone knows that this rectification is actually an indefinite suspension of business. No matter how this hot pot restaurant changes, it will never meet the requirements.

After the order was issued, Qian Jianguo took a notice of closure and rectification from the hands of the people around him, threw it in front of Li Jin, and sneered: "Stop business now, immediately!"

Li Jin looked at the notice at his feet and said with a smile: "The Self-Regulation Committee is just an unofficial organization managed within the industry. The notice you issued has no legal effect on me. I can appeal to the official at any time and request Release any notice you have.”

"Oh, you know a lot about the law." Qian Min next to him yelled angrily, and said triumphantly: "Then you go and file a complaint. Go quickly. I beg you to go quickly, okay? See who's there Do you care?"

"Do you really think that you are being treated like a green onion? If you, an idiot like you, go to the authorities to complain, they will treat you like a fool! You stinking idiot!"

Li Dongliang and Zhang Yong both had ugly expressions.

Let alone Li Dongliang, he is poor and has no connections at all.

Zhang Yong is more flexible, but he also comes from out of town. In Qianhai City, he is not much better than Li Dongliang.

Faced with the obvious power and oppression of Qian Jianguo and his son, they all panicked because they had no other solution except closing the business.

Almost at the same time, the two looked at Li Jin, hoping that Li Jin could solve this big problem.

Li Jin, on the other hand, didn't say a word. He just took out his mobile phone, looked through his address book, and finally found one of the numbers to call.

The call was connected within seconds.

"Secretary Liu, it's me, Li Jin."