The trump card

Han Zhenjiang's face was extremely gloomy, "Did you know it long ago?"

Han Heng put the photo on the black coffee table. He was leaning on the cane and sat down on the sand opposite Han Zhenjiang with a little slow movement, and spoke with a calm expression, "Yes."

His leg was already ruined, and the Han family would not want a disabled person to inherit the family business. Therefore, in recent years, he has lived like exile. He thought he would have ended his life like this, but when all the bloody truth was spread out in front of him, he realized that the accident that almost ruined his entire life contained a huge conspiracy.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Han Zhenjiang slapped the table and said furiously.

Only now did he realize that he had a ungrateful wolf, but now, except for a few useful elderly people in his hands, what would he use to fight Han Jingli?

Han Heng stared at Han Zhenjiang for a long time, and suddenly sneered coldly and said, "If I had told you at that time, would you believe it? When he was at its peak, even if I held all this in front of you, you would think that I was framed and framed. I was already ruined. He was the only successor of the Han family, right?"

Han Zhenjiang frowned. Han Heng was right. If it had been more than half a year ago, he would never believe what Han Heng said. Instead, he would have thought that this was Han Heng's revenge on Han Jingli's snatching him away.

Han Zhenjiang gritted his teeth, "You are always my son and the eldest son of the Han family. I will never hand over the Han group to the hands of that white-eyed wolf."

Han Heng shook his head: "Dad, do you think you still have a chance to beat him now?"

Han Zhenjiang's pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale, "What do you mean? Even if he controls the Han Group now, I can only make the decision on some things. I don't believe he can beat me."

Han Heng suddenly smiled, with a faint sarcasm on his face: "If it were 7 years ago, you wanted to destroy him, but now, he is no longer the second son of the Han family who had nothing to do. Dad, what are you going to fight him?"

Han Zhenjiang choked, his face full of sinister and ferocious expression, "Hmph, since I dare to do it, I have my own trump card. Do you really think I am old and will not leave a way out for myself?"

Han Heng raised his eyes and said, "What way out?"

Han Zhenjiang snorted coldly, "I did hand over the Han Group to that evil seed, but I didn't have any support. The legal person and executive president of the Han Group were still me. Moreover, the original documents were very clear. I have the right to take back the equity. In addition, you, Uncle Lin and others, there are some of my stocks in your hands. Adding up these chips, I want to remove him from his position as executive president. It's just a matter of one sentence. I, Han Zhenjiang, have been working hard in the mall for so many years, and I am not a soft persimmon, and I let others knead him at will!"

If he hadn't had this trump card, he wouldn't have handed over the Han Group to Han Jingli. Jiang is still old.

A sinister look flashed through Han Heng's eyes, and in just a moment, it disappeared without a trace. He glanced at Han Zhenjiang, "So, he will definitely lose in the second brother."

Han Zhenjiang said coldly: "My Han family doesn't have such evil spirits. When I get all this back, how did he treat you at the beginning? I will ask him to return it to you!"

Han Heng reached out and patted his legs, "Dad, have you forgotten that my legs are already disabled? Are you really willing to hand over the Han family to me as a waste?"

He was caught in a scandal and had severe burns on his legs. Han Zhenjiang directly chose to abandon his son without any hesitation, because the Han family would never allow a disabled person to inherit.

Compared to the pain of his useless leg, what he found harder to accept was Han Zhenjiang's abandonment. Over the years, he has lived in the dark world like a ghost. He thought that there would be no hope in life, but the world is like chess, and he has the opportunity to start over.

However, he had no more benevolence, righteousness and kindness in his heart. He would get what he wanted without any means.

Han Zhenjiang frowned, his gloomy eyes locked Han Heng firmly, and said, "Heng'er, are you still blaming me?"

Of course he complained!

For so many years, no one knows how he survived every long cold night, nor does anyone know that he crawled out of hell, and his body was covered with the cold coldness of hell.

For many years, he did not dare to look in the mirror, for fear of seeing the face in the mirror that was dirtier and ugly than a ghost!

And all of this was given to him by his closest relative!

He never had any kindness and justice in his heart. He had to repay everything he had suffered over the years ten or a hundred times!

Han Heng curled his lips and smiled faintly: "After all, what happened back then was my own fault. Besides, my father was also deceived by his second brother, so he made that choice. How could I blame my father?"

Han Zhenjiang looked relieved, "Okay, if you think so, Dad will feel at ease. You have been wronged over the years. Don't worry, Dad will make up for you. Even if your legs are not good, you are the future heir of the Han family. I see who dares to say anything."

Han Heng smiled and said nothing: "I have taken a lot of things lightly for so many years, so I'll talk about these things at that time."

Han Zhenjiang didn't think much about it, just thought that Han Heng was still resentful and would naturally make up for him in the future. So Han Zhenjiang nodded, "Okay, it's getting late, you go up and rest first, leave the rest to me."

Han Heng did not refuse, "Okay, then I'll go up first."

Han Zhenjiang waved his hand, and Han Heng slowly moved upstairs and returned to the bedroom. The moment the bedroom door closed, his face suddenly became cold, full of sinister expression.

He put down his cane, walked to the balcony step by step, then took out a black cell phone and dialed a phone number.

A few seconds later, a cold voice rang out from the other end of the phone, "Master, what are you asking?"

Han Heng's eyes suddenly appeared in his cold light and he said coldly: "No matter what method you use, control several major shareholders of Director Lin and let them hand over the equity."

“Yes, Master.”

Han Heng: "In addition, if you take out the videos and photos of Yun Yiyi and Cao Junye, I want everyone to see this news."

“Yes, Master.”

Han Heng sneered, his voice cold and iron: "I want to see, my dear second brother, what other means can I save the situation!"

"I know what to do."

Han Hengli was hanging up the phone, and he was covered in cold air all over his body. The Han family was his sooner or later, but before he took back everything that belonged to him, he wanted to push Han Zhenjiang and Han Jingli into an abyss that would never be restored. He wanted them to experience everything he had experienced!
Chapter completed!