"Can any of you tell me why our place in Xiangjiang is obviously full of outstanding people, but there are always these people who barge in without knowing the limits of the sky and the earth? There is a way to heaven but they will not take it, and there is no door to hell."

At the Wuyue Hui, Guo Bingxiang and others gathered together, and what they were discussing was actually about Chu Huan.

"You mean Huang Wenhui and the others?"

Feng Yongfa sat there, shaking the red wine glass in his hand and preaching with a smile.

Guo Bingxiang nodded and said: "Yes, I really can't understand how these people are thinking. This time it is clearly an undercurrent between Ah Huan and the Hong Kong government and the British consortium standing behind the Hong Kong government.

,Why do these people think they can do nothing?"

Zhao Shizeng leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed and said calmly: "It's easy to understand. The things these people are doing now are actually not the same as those people who were willing to betray their own country and become doglegs when the two countries were at war in history.

Respectively."

"No!" Guo Bingxiang said firmly: "It's different. According to Ah Huan's current influence and financial resources in Hong Kong, he can definitely compete with the Hong Kong government, and he will not necessarily be at a disadvantage. What's more,

Even if Chu Huan really relents to the Hong Kong government this time, do these people really think that A Huan will let them go? Or do they think that the people behind them can really help them block A Huan's revenge? "

Huo Zhenting sat next to Zhao Shizeng and said calmly: "In ancient times, there were always some people who forced women to give them to their masters. Aren't they worried that those women would take revenge on them once they gained power?"

When Guo Bingxiang heard what Huo Zhenting said, he immediately nodded and said: "Yes, that's the truth."

Zheng Jiachun said with a smile: "But if you look at history, there is no shortage of such people in every dynasty and every generation, and in the novels we read, there are many such people, but there are very few women who take revenge."

Listening to what these people said, Guo Bingxiang sat on the sofa dejectedly and said: "I finally know what A Huan said to me means."

Tang Yunian asked curiously: "What did Ah Huan tell you?"

Guo Bingxiang said: "Ah Huan once told me that the biggest lesson people learn from history is that they never learn the lessons of history.

Zhenting just said that those women, those losers, but there is one thing that Zhenting misunderstood, that is, A Huan is not those women, so A Huan will definitely make those people look good!"

The other people nodded and said: "We believe what you said, but those people don't believe it. They always think that they are actually very important, but in fact they are not important at all, it's just that they don't know it.

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Guo Bingxiang said: "I am looking forward to it now. I really want to see what kind of action A Huan will have."

Michael Kadoorie sniffed, and upon seeing this, Guo Bingxiang asked: "Mi Gao, what are you smelling?"

Michael Kadoorie had some Shinto sermons: "I seem to smell the smell of bloodshed."

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In fact, when Chu Huan returned to Xiangjiang, he had already drawn the sword in his hand, but as Guo Bingxiang said, many people thought that Chu Huan would not draw the sword.

Or maybe they thought Chu Huan's knife would not fall on their heads.

Soon, those who were struck by Chu Huan's sword realized that it was not that the sword in Chu Huan's hand had become dull in the past two years, but that Chu Huan had less time to draw the sword.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Huang Wenhui was woken up by a harsh ringing of the phone. The princess who was brought to the nightclub next to him gave a warning, turned around, and unconsciously made a sound of dissatisfaction.

Huang Wenhui was also very dissatisfied and wanted to ignore the harsh ringtone, but the ringtone was like a suona that reminded him of his life. Even if he covered his head with a pillow, he could hear the sound clearly.

"Puniam, I'm trying to beat your lungs. I wonder what time it is now?"

Huang Wenhui picked up the phone and cursed loudly, no matter who the caller was.

"Something happened to the president, something happened to our newspaper!" Huang Wenhui's assistant on the phone could no longer care about Huang Wenhui's scolding, and shouted tremblingly.

"What happened? Is the sky falling?" At this time, Huang Wenhui had not yet woken up.

"The newspapers of our newspaper have been printed at the printing factory, but no one from the distribution association has come to pick up the newspapers. I just called them, and the people from the distribution association told us that they will not be responsible for distribution from today on.

All the newspapers in our newspaper office!”

"What?" This time Huang Wenhui really woke up and sat up suddenly on the bed. His movement disturbed the princess next to him, and he opened his eyes dissatisfied.

"What did you just say?" Huang Wenhui couldn't believe what he heard, so he asked again.

The assistant had no choice but to repeat what he had just said.

"Why, why don't they distribute our newspapers? Does my money smell bad?" Huang Wenhui said angrily.

The assistant said: "I just made inquiries. They received a call from their boss, saying that they will no longer do business with us from now on. Not only our newspaper, but also the other four newspapers that have published Chu

This is also true of newspapers that like to gossip."

At this point, the assistant said with a cry: "President, Chu Huan is taking action!"

Did Chu Huan take action?

Just seven words, like a heavy hammer, hit Huang Wenhui's heart one after another. Now his newspaper has just been founded, and there is no advertising revenue. It relies on the sales of the newspaper. There is no distribution association to help distribute the newspaper.

, which means that none of their newspapers can be sold.

If you cannot sell newspapers, you will have no income.

Without income, the money for the printing factory cannot be paid, the mortgage payment for the house cannot be paid, the car I drive will be repossessed by the car dealer, and the princess next to me... will only have to find a maid in the future!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Thinking of this, Huang Wenhui couldn't sit still. He immediately stood up and shouted to the phone: "Wait for me at the printing factory. I will go to the Roman Tea Restaurant to find you now."

Let me ask you about this."

"Okay!" the assistant said helplessly.

Rome Tea Restaurant was originally owned by Ma Shixing of the Hong Kong Distribution Association. However, as Ma Shixing lost the right to speak in the Distribution Association, the company fell into decline. At this time, he had already sold the Rome Tea Restaurant to his successor as president of the Hong Kong Distribution Association.

Mediterranean Sea.

The reason why Ma Shixing lost his position as president of the Distribution Association was because he listened to Huang Yulang and targeted "Fantasy Comics" which was still in its infancy at that time.

After taking over the position of president of the Distribution Association, Mediterranean learned from Ma Shixing's lesson and firmly embraced Chu Huan. Now he earns much more money every month than Ma Shixing did at that time.

The only bad thing about this industry is that we have to keep an eye on this place every early morning to prevent any trouble, especially the black and white newspapers and the distribution of "Fantasy Comics".

"I just don't understand. Did these people have their heads kicked by donkeys? How dare they go to trouble Young Master Huan? It's like a damn toad fell into a pot of boiling water and will die!"

Mediterranean was sitting in the tea restaurant with a disdainful expression on his face.

"Some people just don't know how much they weigh. Some people climb up poles to pick up money. Today I saw some people climb up poles to die!"

Sitting next to Mediterranean is his son, who is already 24 this year. Long Fei, the successor chosen by Mediterranean, is also famous in the world and is known as Tai Zi Fei!

"A Fei, let me tell you, after you take over, don't worry about what people outside say, as long as you follow Young Master Huan honestly, you will definitely do it right. Otherwise, what will happen to Huang Wenhui today?

, do you know what will happen to you?"

Tai Zifei nodded and said: "Dad, don't worry. Our generation of brain-eating idiots can't see the situation clearly, but I can still see clearly. People like Mr. Huan can be knocked down with just a few newspaper complaints."

Yes, then he is no longer Young Master Huan!"

Tai Zifei, the son of the boss of Xiangjiang Distribution Association Mediterranean, is Chu Huan’s biggest fan.

"Just before, you told me to calm down, otherwise, I would have stopped the distribution of those five newspapers."

"Dad, I'm worried that you will delay Young Master Huan's plan. Who knows how Young Master Huan will deal with them!"

Mediterranean Preaching.

Just as the two father and son were sitting at the door of the tea restaurant, drinking beer and blowing water, a black Honda car suddenly braked and stopped at the door of the Roman tea restaurant.

Huang Wenhui got out of the car angrily, slammed the car door, and came directly to Mediterranean, loudly preaching: "Mediterranean, what do you mean, why did you stop the distribution of our "Absolute Truth", my money stinks"

?"

Mediterranean picked his ears, looked at Huang Wenhui with disdain and said, "Your money is not stinky, but you are a stinky person who can't stand it. I stopped the distribution of your newspapers today. What can you do?"

"What the hell!" Huang Wenhui was so angry that he cursed.

Taizifei stood up and kicked the folding chair away from his butt. He pointed at Huang Wenhui with one hand and cursed: "You're a street kid, who the hell are you yelling at here?"

Before Taizifei finished scolding, several boys had already run out of the Roman Tea Restaurant, holding iron rods in their hands and standing aggressively beside Taizifei. They looked at Huang Wenhui with wide eyes, waiting for Taizifei.

As soon as the order was given, they would definitely go down with sticks.

Seeing such a situation, Huang Wenhui was instantly frightened. At this moment, another Honda car parked at the door of the Roma Tea Restaurant. A middle-aged man in his forties, who was a little chubby, ran over in a hurry.

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"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he stood next to Huang Wenhui, but the man on the other side of Tai Zifei was still staring at Huang Wenhui.

"Fat Qian, you came at the right time. We get a lot of money from the distribution association. Now the distribution association has stopped the distribution of our two newspapers for no reason. No matter what, we should give you a sentence, right?"

Huang Wenhui didn't dare to use curse words at this time, but he was still talking about this matter. He really couldn't lose this business, otherwise he would be doomed.

Before Fatty Qian could say anything, three more Honda cars parked in front of the Roman Tea Restaurant, and those who came down were the bosses of three other newspapers. They all came for this matter.

Seeing that there were more people on his side, Fatty Qian still didn't dare to speak loudly. He couldn't help but say that his lifeline was in the hands of the Mediterranean Sea. Even based on financial resources alone, the five of them combined were not as many as the Mediterranean Sea, let alone the Mediterranean Sea.

I have a community background.

"Brother Mediterranean, the bosses of our five newspapers are all here now. We didn't pay you a penny less before. Now that you have stopped the distribution of our newspapers for no reason, you should give us an explanation.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to talk about it in the world, right?"

"If he stops, he will stop. What can you do?" Taizifei still did not change his arrogant nature.

Mediterranean waved his hand at this time and sat there calmly, "Fat Qian, why don't you know? When gods fight, mortals should stay away. It's better for you. When gods fight over there, not only do you not

You are hiding, but you are still moving forward. I really don’t know what you are thinking. Do you think that after taking the powerful pills from Temple Street, you can really compete with those gods!?"

Fatty Qian instantly understood the meaning. This was Chu Huan's knife falling!

What Fatty Qian and the others never expected was that Chu Huan's knife would be so cruel. It hit them on the vital gate with one strike, leaving them with no chance to fight back.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Brother Mediterranean, this time we admit defeat, can you give a word to Mr. Huan, just say that we know that we are wrong, please ask Mr. Huan

There are a lot of adults, just give us a shit, the five of us promise not to say a bad word about Young Master Huan from now on!"

Fatty Qian gave in immediately.
To be continued...