Ultimate Pawn

A blood letter from the Huang family was sent to the Qiu Group.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the news spread to all the power classes in the Shanghai and Shanghai markets.

The parties shook.

The Huang family, one of the four major families in Shanghai, finally, is it going to do it?

The sky will be chaotic, and the Qiu Group will die.

Huhai, Fei's Villa.

Fei Fanjin stood in front of the French windows.

In his hand, he shook a glass of mellow red wine.

As one of the shareholders of the Qiu Group, as the executive director, she has no worries at all at this moment.

She sipped the red wine lightly, and the edge of her red lips... actually raised a curve.

The smile seemed to be gloating.

"Father, the Huang family sent a blood letter...Take Chen Zongheng's head three days later. How long do you think the Qiuyi people can support?"

Fei Fanjin turned and looked respectfully at the middle-aged man on the sofa in the hall.

Father Fei Qi took a sip of his cigar slowly, inexplicably deep.

"Then Chen Zongheng is just a little capable of fighting, and a mere martial artist... how can it be compared with the power of the Huang Family's indulgence."

"Chen Zongheng is dead, Qiu Yiren...presumably can't last three days."

Fei Qi's voice was deep, with a strategizing approach.

As Fei Fanjin's father, he was also one of the co-founders of the Qiu Group. During his entrepreneurship, he was a member of the Qiu Group's veteran group.

Back then, with Qiu Huaihai, he founded the Qiu Group, a super enterprise with a scale of nearly 100 billion.

Now, he... no longer belongs to Qiu Huaihai.

He has his own faction, and his family is not satisfied with the fence. He wants to win more rights and status!

"Father, then... shall we do it? If the project is earned by the Huang family, the Group Group will lose more than the gains." Fei Fanjin gently shook the glass and asked slowly.

Her ultimate goal is to obtain that ‘project’. Pick up and control the equity of Qiu's Group.

Then, she will officially change the name of the Qiu Group to-the Fei Group.

The group changes ownership, change the name and surname!

This is her ambition for Fei Fanjin.

"Don't worry." Father Fei Qi looked faintly, and slowly spit out a smoke ring.

"Wait, the time will appear soon. When Chen Zongheng dies, Qiu Yiren...will be frustrated and collapsed. Whenever...she is desperate, she will obediently share the project..." Fei Qi's eyes flashed Sharp and scheming.

"Yes." Fei Fanjin nodded softly with a pretty face.

A factional dispute belonging to the Fei family is gaining momentum.

...

At the same time, Fuxing Building, Huangpu District, Shanghai and Haihai Sea.

Office of the President and Young Directors.

Guo Shaoze, who is respected as the richest young man in Jiangnan, was leaning on the sofa at this time.

He folded Erlang's legs, his eyes faintly listening to the report of the private female secretary.

After listening to the report of the female secretary, Guo Shaoze slowly picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip.

Feeling the sweet and bitter aftertaste of black tea, the corners of his mouth... also raised a deep arc.

"Huang's blood letter... Oh, it's really interesting. I want to come, the first seven of the Huang family's son, will it be coming soon."

"That Chen Zong, this time... will not survive the fourth day."

Guo Shaoze's eyes are faint, his eyes calm and deep.

In his eyes, that Chen Zong... already, equal to a dead person.

The bleeding letter sent by the Huang family represented the attitude of the Huang family.

If you don't kill Chen Zongheng, the Huang family will not give up.

Everything, just wait for Huang Xuyang's first seven one to pass.

...

However, just as the core class in Shanghai and Shanghai markets were chattering about the blood letter from the Huang family.

No one would have thought that a reply letter from Chen Zongheng was on the way to Huang's house.

In early summer, the noon sun was extremely hot.

A donkey electric moped is slowly driving on the way to the ancient house of Huang's house.

Xie Ming wears a helmet on his head, riding on a moped, with a solemn expression.

He carried the letter written by Mr. Chen himself.

Today, for him, it is an opportunity, maybe... also a dead end.

The other party is the Huhai Huang family.

A quarter of the sky in this city.

And when he went, there were more ills than good luck.

Half an hour later, Xie Ming rode a moped and drove slowly to the door of a huge retro house.

On the gate of the ancient mahogany house, there are two vigorous and powerful characters: Yellow House.

This residence has witnessed the century-old history of Shanghai Beach.

One hundred years ago, the Republic of China was in turmoil.

Jinrong, the hero of the Qing Gang, swept south of the Yangtze River, and unified the underground world of the French Concession.

It was an era of the rise of heroes and the chaos of the world.

It was an age that people remembered so deeply and shocked their hearts.

Today, it still stands here.

The century-old Huang family witnesses the rise and fall.

Xie Ming parked the moped aside, and then got off the car carefully.

With a solemn gaze, he step by step...walked towards the mahogany gate of the Huang's house.

"Bao 呯 呯." He knocked on this century-old mahogany door.

A few minutes later, a Huang's servant slowly opened the mahogany door.

"Who, dare to knock on the door of my Huang's house?" the servant asked coldly in a cold voice.

The Huang Family Residence has stood out for hundreds of years.

Who would dare knock on the door of Huang's house? This is tantamount to looking for death.

"I am the security guard of the Qiu Group. On the order of Mr. Chen, I hereby...send a reply letter."

Standing at the door, Xie Ming said solemnly.

Hearing Xie Ming's words, the servant's face at the door condensed? !

Huang's servant looked at Xie Ming suspiciously.

"Qiu Group? Mr. Chen? Which Mr. Chen?" the servant asked subconsciously.

"Yes, Mr. Chen Zongheng. I am the security director of the Qiu Group." Xie Ming replied seriously.

Huh! The servant's complexion was shocked!

Chen... Chen Zongheng? !

"You, stand at the door and wait!" The servant looked shocked and shouted to Xie Ming.

Then, the servant turned abruptly and rushed into the house... to report the situation!

Huang Family Residence, the inner hall martial arts hall.

Huang Zhengming stood in front of the Wutang with his hands on his back and closed his eyes.

In front of him, there was also a red tasseled spear made of gold and bronze inserted.

The long spear is thick with ice and cold, and it is sharp and sharp, exuding a bit of killing intent.

After three days, take the head.

The gun has been wiped clean, everything...When his son Xuyang passes the first seven days, it will be when Huang Zhengming shoots.

The person surnamed Chen must die, no doubt.

"Report, urgent report!"

At this moment, suddenly outside the martial arts hall, there was an anxious sound of information.

I saw a servant rushed into the entrance of the martial arts hall with a face.

"What's the matter of being flustered and inexplicable? The first seven of the first man is not over, don't you know that it is quiet? What if it disturbs Xu Yang's soul?

Huang Zhengming stood quietly with his eyes closed, his voice...but it seemed a bit cold.

He was very dissatisfied with the fuss and panic of his subordinates.

The entire Huang family and the entire situation are under his control.

What is it that needs to be so flustered?

The servant knelt on the ground in horror, and his voice trembled, "Master...outside the door...There is a reply outside the door..."

"A mere letter can scare you like this? Waste." Huang Zhengming still closed his eyes, standing with his hands behind his back, his voice a little cold.

For these servants in the family, they have become more and more timid. What's the use of this kind of waste?

"That letter... is... from Chen Zong's servant...!" The servant knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

"What?!" In an instant, Huang Zhengming's closed eyes suddenly opened!

"The servant of Chen Zong... sent someone... a reply..." the servant's voice trembled lightly, and repeated cautiously on his knees.

"He, dare to reply?"

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhengming sent a blood letter by himself.

Then Chen Zong, dare to reply to himself?

That guy is really unexpected.

Are you really afraid of death?

He is very curious and wants to see... what will be the content of your reply from Chen Zongheng?

Is it surrender?

Are you afraid of surrendering?

Still, begging for mercy?

Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm and calm, he turned around suddenly, with his hands on his back, slowly... and walked towards the gate of the house.

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