Throughout the morning, news of the termination of the funeral of Mr. Huang spread almost throughout the city.
Qiu Group, President's Office.
Qiu Yiren hugged her shoulders and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Her eyes were staring out the window, but her eyes were unfocused. Her long and narrow eyelashes trembled slightly, which was a vague premonition of uneasiness.
Last night, Chen Zongheng asked her to prepare four wreaths and threatened to attend Mr. Huang's funeral.
But this morning, he actually went.
Qiu Yiren could not dissuade him. After these few days of contact, she suddenly understood that this man... was a sleeping beast with his eyes closed. She could not dissuade the beast.
She couldn't even see through this man's heart. She didn't understand, what was this man's intention? Why did he go to attend the Huang family's funeral? Didn't he know the idiom, "Let the wolf enter the tiger's den?"
The Huang family's funeral scene, isn't it exactly like what's under the tiger's den?
Qiu Yiren had been uneasy since the whole morning. Then, when she learned that the Huang family's funeral had been cancelled, her heartbeat became even more chaotic. The thing she was most worried about seemed to be happening uncontrollably.
Chen Zongheng went to the Huang family’s funeral, and then the funeral was cancelled?
What on earth did he do at the funeral?
Can he still come out alive?
at the same time.
Building, Chairman's Office.
Qiu Huaihai was also uneasy.
He was pacing back and forth in the office. This business tycoon who was over fifty years old was actually a little restless at this moment.
He has been working in Shanghai for many years and has a comprehensive information network. When he learned from his informants that the person who disrupted the Huang family's funeral was Chen Zongheng, the head of the Qiu family couldn't sit still.
Immediately afterwards, he sent someone to find out the news. But until now, there was no reply. The Huang family had completely blocked the news.
At this time, he only knew that the Huang family funeral was over.
As for what exactly happened at the funeral? What happened next?
Don't know anything.
The more you don't know, the more uneasy you feel.
Making a big fuss about the Huang family's funeral is... tantamount to a moth flying into a flame.
That young man named Chen was too young and energetic after all.
No matter how good he is in fighting and how good his skills are.
But the Huang family is a big family.
What is a clan?
Thousands of them, with endless blood lines.
This is the clan!
How can one person deal with thousands of troops?
Xiao Chen's actions not only harmed himself, but also dragged the entire Qiu family into a dead end.
How to deal with the Huang family's revenge?
…
Noon, eleven o'clock.
In front of Qiu's Building under the scorching sun, two security guards were stationed at their duty stations. The surrounding area seemed a bit quiet, and the signs of early summer had made the air quiet and hot.
Suddenly, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 drove from a distance and slowly stopped at the door of Qiu's Building.
A pair of shiny black leather shoes slowly stepped out. Chen Zongheng got out of the car elegantly with a cigarette in his mouth.
He walked into Qiu's Mansion in such a calm manner.
At the same time, a piece of news was instantly transmitted to the ears of several senior executives of the entire group.
Chen Zongheng is back.
CEO's office.
Qiu Yiren's pretty face was in disbelief, with endless complexity.
He is back?
"Invite him to see me immediately." Qiu Yiren's pretty face was complicated and solemn, and she ordered her secretary...
A few minutes later.
The office door was pushed open.
Chen Zongheng walked in slowly with a cigarette in his mouth and an elegant temperament.
Qiu Yiren turned around, her beautiful eyes were complicated and incomprehensible, and she glanced repeatedly at this elegant young man...
That was an indescribable shock.
The man in front of him was making a scene at the Huang family's funeral a few hours ago. But at this moment, he appeared in front of him safe and sound?
How did he come out?
Did the Huang family really let him back?
"Mr. Chen, the Huang family...have they given you any trouble?" Qiu Yiren asked cautiously with a complicated voice.
Chen Zongheng slowly blew out a smoke ring, calmly and elegantly.
"Why are you in trouble? I was the one who killed Mr. Huang. As the person involved, I naturally want to see him off."
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Chen Zongheng said calmly.
Qiu Yiren: "..."
How domineering do you have to be to say these words? A murderer, saying goodbye to the deceased? It is simply unprecedented.
"Mr. Chen, today...you are too impulsive." Qiu Yiren's voice was solemn. Although she didn't know how Chen Zongheng was able to return safely. However, Chen Zongheng's actions today really added fuel to the fire.
"You went to the Huang family's funeral rashly... and waited for the wolf to fall into the tiger's den. No matter how skilled you are, after all... you are no match for the entire clan."
"Tiger's den?" Chen Zongheng took a deep breath of cigarette.
He turned around and walked out of the president's office calmly.
"The Huang family is nothing more than a nest of ants to me."
Qiu Yiren was left standing blankly in the office, her face full of shock and astonishment.
…
This Huang family funeral almost touched the nerves of the entire Shanghai.
The funeral was terminated, and all kinds of gossip spread throughout the city.
Today's Shanghai and Hainan are destined to be restless.
The storm is turbulent and the waves are washing over the sand.
As the protagonist of this turmoil, Chen Zongheng still leaned on his chair calmly, smoking cigarettes one after another.
Until dusk, the office door was pushed open.
"Mr. Chen, it's time to get off work. Let's go." Qiu Yiren endured the smell of cigarette smoke in the room and greeted him.
Qiu Yiren did not dare to put on any airs about this security director. Not only because Chen Zongheng saved her life twice in a row, but also because... this man's aura was so strong that Qiu Yiren did not dare to look directly at him.
Chen Zongheng put out his cigarette butt, stood up, and walked out of the office calmly.
Downstairs, five black Mercedes-Benz bulletproof vehicles are waiting here.
Get in the car and start.
Five black Mercedes-Benz cars drove away slowly.
Along the way, Qiu Yiren's mood was always a little uneasy.
Starting from today's incident, the feud between her Qiu Group and the Huang family has completely plunged into a never-ending situation.
In other words, there will be many crises around her every moment.
But along the way, it was surprisingly quiet.
Five Mercedes-Benz cars drove along the main road for half an hour. Then they slowly drove into the Ziyuan Manor villa area.
There were no assassinations or attacks, and it was a bit too quiet.
The Mercedes-Benz motorcade slowly stopped at the door of Qiu's villa.
Qiu Yiren got out of the car and glanced at the surrounding villas with complicated eyes. Dozens of bodyguards were stationed outside the villa, which seemed to be impregnable and tight.
But the uneasiness in Qiu Yi's heart was even worse.
The Huang family has been inherited for hundreds of years. In the past few decades, many families have been crushed and destroyed like ants. The power of the Huang family is immeasurable.
She even had an unimaginable thought in her mind: If the Huang family came in full force, how would she and the entire Qiu family face it?
Inside Qiu's villa, the lights are bright.
Tonight’s dinner will be cooked by Qiu’s mother Luo Xiangnan herself.
A table full of delicious dishes, fragrant and fragrant.
Outside the villa, the sky was getting dark.
In the villa, the Qiu family's dinner was being served.
Facing this table full of delicious dishes, Qiu Yiren had no appetite. With her complex mood and pressure, how could she still think about eating? She held her chopsticks and her eyes were a little distracted.
The sister on the side, who was in a state of fullness under the autumn frost, stretched out her chopsticks and raised and lowered her hands to the dishes on the table, without any trace of the girl's gentleness.
How can someone in her early twenties know how to be polite? What's more, she is not a polite little sister. In school, she is the school bully, pretending to be polite? Thank you, she doesn't know how.
The little girl reached out and grabbed a big gate from the plate, and began to remove the shell with skillful movements.
Although there were piles of hairy crab shells in front of her dining table, she obviously didn't care, using her classic saying: It's a blessing to be able to eat, and I won't gain weight anyway.
"By the way, sister, I heard...that someone made trouble at Mr. Huang's funeral today? Is it true?"
While Qiu Shuangxia was nibbling hairy crabs, she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her sister curiously. Her sister had been in the mall for many years, so she should have better information than him.
As soon as these words came out, the air... suddenly became quiet.