In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The eight main buildings in the front yard are brightly lit.

The host group is as passionate as fire.

"Brothers, the big one is here this time. I'm so stressed."

A certain poster made a frightened expression with eyes wide open and sweating.

"Are you stressed out? You are in charge of people's livelihood, what happened tonight has nothing to do with you?" Another poster curled his lips and sent a tearful emoticon. "I'm really under a lot of pressure. Half a year ago, Meng Zitang and I became sworn half-brothers, and we agreed to find a house in the backyard to retire in..."

"I'm really stressed." The second poster gritted his teeth. "I participated in this matter tonight..."

"Laugh to death."

A poster posted a grinning emoticon. "What does the decision-making in the backyard have to do with you, the manager of the front yard and lobby? You really don't care much about it, you're so idle."

"The man surnamed Meng said that if all his people were to go out, his name would not be justified, and his identity would not be exposed, so he seconded some of my subordinates from the direct-administered department..."

The owner of No. [-] was sweating coldly and said with fear: "They said it was just a formality and that they would not do anything serious. When the deed is completed, I will be credited with it..."

"Fuck you to death." Posted by No. [-], a hilarious emoticon. "You can't even believe what those old monsters in the backyard say. Your brain is caught in the door? Do you dare to wade into this muddy water?"

Shang Zhongtang also expressed his opinion: "People outside don't know Lin Qingxi's background, and how many brothers don't understand? People go in and out of the backyard just like playing house. What's going on with Han Jiangxue, you don't know? Mr. Han retreated to the backyard back then. Yes, Mr. Han is even more..."

Halfway through, Shang Zhongtang stopped and sent a "haha" emoticon: "Second brother, I'm not talking about you as a brother. We usually close the door and fight with each other, exchanging a few words, which is harmless. But we really want to be beaten by that guy in the backyard. It would be a bit stupid to serve as cannon fodder for an old monster."

"Others don't understand them, but you don't know? They all yell every day that the world will belong to us from now on, and they are just taking care of it for us temporarily."

"But believe it or not, as long as they can survive their long life, we can't even think about getting any oil and water out of their fingers."

"Old Shang, shut up..."

Everyone rushed to the Shang Zhongtang one after another, scared to death.

Who knows if there is a traitor in the backyard among this group of "most promising Mesozoic people" whose age is guaranteed to be fifty, and whose age limit is unlimited.

It's not fun to say this, it will affect progress...

"I'm so scared." Shang Zhongtang gritted his teeth and sent a thumbs-up emoji. "After such a big thing, is the backyard ventilated for us? If Zhang Xiangbei comes to block our door later and talks about us, who will speak for us?"

"Second brother, if Meng Zitang really sells you later, can you clean your ass? Can you explain it clearly? Can Zhang Xiangbei believe you?"

The No. [-] host's face was numb, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I really didn't want to target him, and I didn't dare. Brothers must testify for me when the time comes!"

"You're laughing so hard." Shang Zhongtang's face darkened and he narrowed his eyes as he replied. "When you secretly took advantage of it, you didn't think about your brothers. Now that the scandal has come out, you asked your brothers to help you? Did Han Laomo teach you how to make abacus? Why are you so smart?"

The atmosphere in the group is very subtle.

Shang Hongji, who was lying at his desk watching his father's group chat, had a strange expression. He looked at the news for a while, then looked at his father's face, and muttered: "Dad, you are usually famous for being a thin dog in the front yard. Cautious, as timid as a mouse..."

"Why are you so crazy tonight?" Shang Hongji handed his father a cup of scalding tea, worried.

Shang Zhongtang glared at his daughter, unable to express his sorrow: "Because your father and I are from the Beimang clan hidden in the wall. If there is going to be a bloody storm, I must stand up to Xiangbei."

"Grass."

Shang Hongji felt cheated.

This old guy Deng screams at Beimang every day, but turns out to be a loyal Beimang?

Shang Hongji was stunned, took a sip of scalding tea, and said solemnly: "Besides you, among the great men in this group, are there any hidden Beimang cliques?"

"I don't know, it may be gone, it may be all, how do I know? I'm the only one online, and it's a single link." Shang Zhongtang frowned and said. "This situation tonight has the potential to turn into a river of blood. Your father and I may blow ourselves up at any time..."

Shang Hongji didn't seem to care much about her father's situation after he blew himself up. She was obviously more concerned about who his father's contact was.

What kind of awesome person can be my father's boss, and at the critical moment, he has to self-destruct despite risking his future?

"Dad, who are you online?" Shang Hongji asked secretly.

"Zhang..." Shang Zhongtang just opened his mouth, then closed his mouth nervously and glared at his daughter. "Young little brats should stop asking about adults' affairs."

Shang Hongji shrugged, guessing that his father would not reveal anything, so he changed the topic and asked, "Are those old monsters in the backyard from our Beimang family?"

"How do I know? I can't just run into the backyard. Even if I do, I can't just ask everyone who leads the gang. Is he an ally? Can he be promoted?"

"Yes." Shang Hongji nodded lightly and said slowly. "This is not like your usual steady style, Dad."

Ding dong.

Suddenly someone in the group broke the news.

It was the message sent by the owner of the second building: "According to reliable information, Zhang Xiangbei has no intention of causing trouble in our front yard. He is going to the backyard."

"And, Xiao Shiyi's name was called."

As soon as these words came out, the group of originally passionate posters fell silent for an instant, as quiet as death.

But Shang Zhongtang made a clang and almost jumped up.

His face darkened, his eyes steady and... suffocating.

Sighing out the turbid breath, Shang Zhongtang drank the boiling tea cooked by his daughter, as if he was drinking his daughter's wedding tea. Amidst the heroic spirit, he said with a bit of generous sadness: "Daughter, daddy is gone."