In a dark room, a man was sitting on the sofa, with little flickers of fire between his fingers. His black eyes were enchanting in the darkness, looking aimlessly ahead, and a pair of blurry tearful eyes suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
His mind was filled with her questioning tearful eyes, and all the pain, following him step by step. He pursed his lips, taking in everything in his eyes in the dark night, and the expression on his cold face was difficult to distinguish.
Is she home now? How is she feeling? She should hate him to death, right? Maybe, she doesn’t even hate him anymore? When she thought of this, her heart suddenly felt a little anxious. The hand that was originally holding the wine glass tightened, and her knuckles instantly turned white.
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"Ye, we should go to the company! We should close the network tonight!" From the other end of the darkness, a female voice slowly came out. After a while, Bi Nian'er slowly emerged from the light.
This scene has gone on for too long, and it should be over! The hand caressing the bulging belly paused, and a flash of light, pain, and coldness flashed in Bi Nian'er's eyes.
Hei Ye remained silent, stood up, and walked out. Bi Nian'er followed closely behind. Their figures overlapped each other, creating heavy shadows, like thick clouds on the eve of a storm.
Black's conference room was silent and oppressive.
In the dark night, I walked to the rostrum in the conference room and stood sternly. My black eyes swept over the shareholders sitting below one by one, like needles on their backs. The cold chill could be vaguely seen under the black eyes.
He already had the face of an emperor, and the domineering energy born from within him was constantly exuding. The tornado-like murderous coldness made everyone present feel that his death was not far away.
Zhao Cheng, who was originally standing on the rostrum, suddenly lost all trace of his eloquence and domineering attitude: "Hei Ye, you are here... Who is helping Wan Jia and the old man...
...How come the Black Family's world was brought down by a few of us elders and your grandfather... At this time, we should share the burden..."
Hearing the words, Hei Ye slowly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at everyone with a half-smile, and finally his eyes fell on Zhao Cheng. His expression was very hidden, and it made people feel strange and unusual.
The sense of oppression he gives people is so heavy that even people like Zhao Cheng, who have been wallowing in the wind and rain for decades, can't help but feel pale and powerless.
"Dark night..."
"Grandpa Zhao," just when Zhao Cheng's face turned purple and his tone rose, he suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice full of domineering, "How long have you been in the Black Family? Decades, right? Have you
Do you think you are the veteran of the Black Clan? Or are you the veterans who conquered half of the Black Clan?"
The corners of Heiye's mouth raised slightly, and there was a coldness in that twitching smile, which made people shudder.
"Maybe..." He raised his lips and raised his eyebrows, Heiye said sarcastically, "...should the Black family be called the Zhao family?"
Zhao Cheng was not prepared for the moment, and Hei Ye's momentum was startled, and the expression on his face suddenly broke. Everyone focused on them, secretly holding a handful of sweat in their hands.
A good bird will die by breaking a tree! At this time, they were a little nervous because they didn't know whether the beam they chose was a big enough beam.
"Hei Ye!" Now that the words had reached this point, Zhao Cheng simply broke out and said, "Since you are so aggressive, I will tell you..."
"The Black family is going to change owners?" Hei Ye spoke with a smile, and the sound of laughter reached his ears. Suddenly, his tone changed, and a look of majesty appeared in his black eyes, "You think you can win by adding the stocks of everyone here.
Black's? Oh...and the part you bought at a high price on the black market...turn on the computer and take a look!"
Looking at Heiye's determined expression, even Zhao Cheng couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. He didn't make any move, he just stared at Heiye steadily. Their eyes met each other, one indifferent, the other solemn, the two sides were fighting,
Win or lose.
It was very quiet in the conference room, and the sense of urgency of stepping on the tightrope was so silent that it made people dizzy.
"How could..." Suddenly, a certain shareholder burst out, followed by a burst of crying. Then the whole conference room seemed to have experienced a defeat, and every shareholder was like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Generally, it wilts down.
"Old Zhao...we are dead!"
"This is all..."
"Grandpa Zhao..." Heiye raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Aren't you curious about what happened?"
After saying that, he moved a computer from one side and turned it to Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng lowered his head and looked down. Starlight suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. He felt dizzy and took several steps back in anger.
Black's stocks...are even cheaper than cabbage! The stocks he bought at a high price...thinking about it made him feel angry again.
"Because you have served the Black Family for so many years, I will leave you a way to survive!" He took a document from the secretary behind him and threw it on the conference table. The threat in Heiye's tone was full, "Today
, I will buy the stocks in your hands at the usual price of Black's stock... You don't have to sell it, but my idea changes quickly, maybe... After a minute, I am in a bad mood,
Just let the Black family fend for itself!"
The king is successful and the bandits are defeated, the outcome is self-evident.
Black's stock won't fall for no reason, and it's still at such a speed. Everyone knows who is causing the upheaval.
A few minutes later, only Hei Ye and Zhao Cheng were left in the conference room.
"Grandpa Zhao, do you still have to fight?" Hei Ye smiled, a coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes, "I was attacked in the parking lot on the day of the banquet...and there happened to be a man named A'er who said he knew Cheng Xiu.
..."
"You..." Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng's face turned pale and his hands were shaking.
"You have done a lot for our Hei family. I don't want to hurt anyone. If you are sensible..."
"Heiye, you are so cruel!" Zhao Cheng did not expect that everything he had arranged so hard would be defeated by his son, but what could he do? After all, tiger poison does not eat its children, how could he watch his son's consequences?
Spent half his life in prison.
"How did you know my plan?" Zhao Cheng asked before leaving.
Hei Ye narrowed his eyes, like a leopard taking a nap, and replied leisurely: "Before profit, who do you think Mr. Bi will choose? Moreover, the seed in his daughter's belly happens to be my seed!"
Zhao Cheng was shocked, and suddenly seemed to have aged several years, and left dejectedly.
Heiye put away the expression on his face, picked up the documents on the table indifferently, and took a look, with cruelty in his eyes.