Along with the Huang family, a blood letter was sent to the Qiu Group.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the news spread to all influential groups in Shanghai.
Everyone was shocked.
Is the Huang family, one of the four major families in Shanghai, finally going to take action?
The sky is about to be in chaos, and the Qiu Group will surely perish.
Shanghai, Feijia Villa.
Fei Fanjin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
In his hand, he was gently shaking a glass of mellow red wine.
As one of the shareholders of the Qiu Group, and as the executive director, she was not worried at all at this moment.
She sipped the red wine gently, and there was a slight curve on the edge of her red lips.
That smile seemed to be gloating over someone else's misfortune.
"Dad, the Huang family sent a blood letter... Chen Zongheng's head will be taken in three days. How long do you think Qiu Yiren can hold on?"
Fei Fanjin turned around and looked respectfully at the middle-aged man on the sofa in the hall.
Father Feiqi slowly took a puff of his cigar, which was profound and incomprehensible.
"Then Chen Zongheng is only a little skilled in fighting. He is just a martial artist...how can he compare with the might of the Huang family?"
"Chen Zong died. Qiu Yiren... must not have lasted three days."
Feiqi's voice was deep and full of strategizing.
As Fei Fanjin's father, he is one of the co-founders of the Qiu Group. During the founding period, he was a member of the senior group of the Qiu Group.
Back then, he and Qiu Huaihai founded the Qiu Group, a super enterprise with a scale of nearly 100 billion.
Now, he...is no longer affiliated with Qiu Huaihai.
He has his own faction, the Fei family, and is not satisfied with being dependent on others. He wants to gain more rights and status!
"Dad, then...should we take action? If that project is acquired by the Huang family, the group will lose more than it gains." Fei Fanjin swayed his wine glass and asked slowly.
Her ultimate goal is to obtain that 'project' and take control of the Qiu Group's equity.
Then, she will officially change the name of Qiu Group to Fei Group.
The group changed ownership and changed its name!
This is Fei Fanjin's ambition.
"There's no need to rush." Father Fei Qi's eyes were dark and he slowly blew out a smoke ring.
"Wait, the opportunity will appear soon. When Chen Zongheng dies, Qiu Yiren... will be frustrated and collapsed. When she is desperate, she will obediently share the project..." Feiqi's eyes flickered.
Scheming and sharp.
"Yes." Fei Fanjin nodded gently with a pretty face.
A factional dispute belonging to the Fei family is gaining momentum.
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At the same time, Fuxing Building, Huangpu District, Shanghai.
President's Young Director's Office.
Guo Shaoze, who is respected as the richest young master in Jiangnan, is leaning on the sofa at this time.
He folded his legs and listened to the private secretary's report with dim eyes.
After listening to the female secretary's report, Guo Shaoze slowly picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip.
Feeling the sweet and bitter aftertaste of the black tea, the corners of his mouth... also raised a hint of profound meaning.
"The blood letter from the Huang family...ha, it's really interesting. Come to think of it, the first seven sons of the Huang family are coming soon."
"That Chen Zongheng, this time... he won't survive the fourth day."
Guo Shaoze's eyes were dark, calm and deep.
In his eyes, Chen Zongheng... was already equal to a dead person.
The Huang family sent a bloody letter, which represents the attitude of the Huang family.
The Huang family vows not to give up until Chen Zongheng is killed.
Everything is just waiting for Huang Xuyang's first seven days to pass.
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However, just as the core members of Shanghai City were chattering about the bloody letter from the Huang family.
No one would have thought that a reply letter personally written by Chen Zongheng was on its way to the Huang family.
In early summer, the midday sun is extremely hot.
A small donkey electric moped was driving slowly on the road to the Huang family's ancient house.
Xie Ming wore a helmet on his head and rode on a moped with a solemn look on his face.
He was carrying the letter handwritten by Mr. Chen.
Today, for him, is an opportunity, maybe... it is also a dead end.
The other party is the Huang family of Shanghai.
A quarter of the sky in this city.
But if he goes there, it will be a disaster.
Half an hour later, Xie Ming rode his moped and drove slowly to the door of a huge retro mansion.
On the gate of the ancient mahogany house, there are two strong and powerful characters engraved on it: Huang Zhai.
This house has witnessed the prosperous history of Shanghai Beach for hundreds of years.
A hundred years ago, the Republic of China was in turmoil.
The Green Gang tycoon Huang Jinrong swept across the south of the Yangtze River and unified the underground world of the French Concession.
It was an era when heroes were rising and the world was in chaos.
It was an era that is deeply remembered and shocking to this day.
Today, it is still standing here.
The Huang family has witnessed its rise and fall over the past century.
Xie Ming parked the moped aside and got out of the car carefully.
With solemn eyes, he walked step by step towards the mahogany gate of the Huang family's residence.
"Bang bang bang." He knocked on this century-old mahogany door.
A few minutes later, a Huang family servant slowly opened the mahogany door.
"Who dares to knock on the door of my Huang family?" the servant asked coldly with a cold and unruly voice.
The Huang family residence has stood for hundreds of years.
Who dares to knock on the Huang family's door? This is tantamount to seeking death.
"I am the security guard of the Qiu Group. On the order of Mr. Chen, I hereby...send a reply letter."
Xie Ming stood at the door and said solemnly.
Hearing Xie Ming's words, the servant at the door's face turned cold?!
The servants of the Huang family looked at Xie Ming with suspicious eyes.
"Qiu Group? Mr. Chen? Which Mr. Chen?" the servant asked subconsciously.
"Yes, Mr. Chen Zongheng. I am the security director of Qiu Group." Xie Ming replied seriously.
Huh! The servant's face suddenly became shocked!
Chen…Chen Zongheng?!
"You, wait at the door!" The servant looked shocked and shouted to Xie Ming.
Then, the servant turned around suddenly and rushed into the house... to report the situation!
The Huang Family Residence, the inner martial arts training hall.
Huang Zhengming stood in front of the martial arts hall with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed.
In front of him, there was also a long spear made of gold and bronze with red tassels.
The spear was cold and thick, sharp and cold, and exuded a trace of murderous intent.
After three days, take the head.
The gun has been wiped clean, everything... When his son Xuyang's head is over, it's time for Huang Zhengming to take action.
That person named Chen will definitely die.
"Report, urgent report!"
At this moment, suddenly an anxious message came from outside the martial arts hall.
I saw a servant rushing to the entrance of Wu Tang with a hurried expression.
"Why are you so flustered? The eldest son has not passed his first seven years yet, why don't you know how to be quiet? What if Xu Yang's soul is disturbed?"
Huang Zhengming stood quietly with his eyes closed, but his voice... seemed a bit cold.
He was very dissatisfied with the fuss and panic caused by his men.
The entire Huang family and the entire situation are under his control.
Why is there such a need to be so panicked?
The servant knelt down in fear and said in a trembling voice, "Master... there is a reply letter outside the door..."
"How can a mere letter scare you like this? What a waste." Huang Zhengming still closed his eyes and stood with his hands behind his back, his voice was a little cold.
These servants in the family are becoming more and more timid. What is the use of keeping such waste?
"That letter... is... sent by that guy Chen Zongheng...!" The servant knelt on the ground and said with his body trembling slightly.
"What?!" In an instant, Huang Zhengming's closed eyes suddenly opened!
"That guy Chen Zongheng...sent...a reply..." the servant's voice trembled slightly as he knelt down and repeated carefully.
"He still dares to reply?"
Huang Zhengming did not expect that he would send a letter in blood.
Then Chen Zongheng dared to reply to himself?
That guy was really unexpected.
That guy, are you really not afraid of death?
He is very curious and wants to see... what is the content of your reply from Chen Zongheng?
Surrender?
Is it the fear of admitting defeat?
Or, kneel down and beg for mercy?
Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm and thoughtful. He turned around suddenly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly... walked towards the door of the house.
