Gu Yixue stood up in a flash, and her first reaction was: "Fang Wei, is your news reliable?"
"Could it be fake?"
After all, Su Changfeng was too difficult to deal with, and I really wanted to imagine their family being wiped out like this.
Gu Duantian and the other three people all stood up at this time and looked at Fang Wei with shining eyes, their eyes filled with fire.
"How did you learn about this news?" Gu Duantian asked in a deep voice.
Fang Wei said: "I called Song Qingman to ask. Song Qingman personally confirmed that Su Changfeng's family is dead."
"Haha, haha, good, good, great! This bastard is finally dead!" Lei Laoliu was the first to laugh out loud.
It can be said that he hated Su Changfeng with all his heart. When he heard that Su Changfeng was killed, his heart was filled with excitement.
"Xinyue, did you hear that, Su Changfeng is dead!"
He excitedly rushed to Zheng Xinyue and hugged her up.
"Su Changfeng is dead! Song Qingge is also dead! Changge Group is ours! From now on, our four major families will still scorn other families, and we will still be domineering and domineering!"
Zheng Xinyue pushed Lei Laoliu away so proudly that she frowned slightly at the pain in her chest.
The RU adenoma is developing faster than she expected, and she is now worried to death.
"Su Changfeng is dead, and my brother and the others are in prison, so I feel better."
Speaking of this, she looked at Gu Duantian: "Master Gu, since Su Changfeng and Song Qingge are dead, let's talk about how to distribute the Changge Group and the market they left behind."
In fact, Changge Group has always been the prey coveted by the four major families. Even if Su Changfeng and Song Qingge died, it would not be the Song Shien family's turn to grab food.
Fang Wei was just lying to their family before. Otherwise, how could they do their best?
Everyone nodded.
Gu Duantian looked at Fang Wei: "Miss Fang, you are tired. We will call you right away for your hard work. You have contributed a lot to successfully surrounding Su Changfeng this time."
Fang Wei's heart suddenly surged.
Forty million, just got it.
This feeling is so refreshing.
"Thank you, Master Gu, thank you all! Then I won't disturb you and leave first..."
After Fang Wei finished speaking, she was ready to leave.
But at this time, Gu Duantian stopped her: "Miss Fang, I'll ask someone to take you back. It's late at night, and you're not safe as a woman."
After saying that, before Fang Wei could refuse, Gu Duantian summoned a bodyguard.
"Artai, go see Miss Fang off."
He looked at the bodyguard in black on the side and nodded slightly.
The black-clothed bodyguard understood and said, "Yes, the head of the family."
After saying that, he walked up to Fang Wei and said very gentlemanly: "Miss Fang, please."
Fang Wei was a little flattered and thanked her repeatedly: "Thank you, Master Gu, thank you all. I'll go now. Goodbye."
After that, the bodyguard took Fang Wei into the car and left.
Fang Wei sat in the car, feeling excited.
Tonight was very meaningful to her.
First of all, both Su Changfeng and Song Qingge died.
She has always been jealous of Song Qingge. Even though Song Qingge helped her before, she still spared no effort to frame Song Qingge. If Su Changfeng hadn't been there, Song Qingge wouldn't have known what she would have done to him.
Now that Song Qingge is dead and Su Changfeng is dead, the mood that has been suppressed by Song Qingge is released, and naturally I feel extremely comfortable.
Secondly, she will receive 40 million in her card soon.
With this 40 million, she no longer needs to work in a company. She can start her own business, open a beauty shop, and do what she likes...
Ever since her boyfriend Zhang Chi had an accident, her life has been extremely difficult.
The few million she had left were all spent on plastic surgery, and she was so poor that she could hardly take the blame.
And now, 40 million is available immediately. This feeling is so wonderful...
Thinking of 40 million, Fang Wei took out her mobile phone, opened mobile banking, and checked the balance.
