Zhang Wenjun went straight out without saying a word. Zhang Wenjun didn't even say anything to his tough and loyal supporters in the conference hall.
"This?" Pushing the chair away, Guo Fugui and a group of former Zhang Jiangang supporters, the young marshal's guardian was immediately confused and stood up.
"What's going on? Why is he gone?" An old man next to Guo Fugui even had a short-circuit in his head.
"I don't know. Could it be that he has given up completely? I think his expression is wrong." Several other uncles and aunties also looked at each other and said.
"Wenjun can't bear it anymore?" Some people think that Zhang Wenjun finally couldn't bear it after going through all this and collapsed.
Also, during this period, he has been under so much pressure, internal and external troubles. In addition, now that they are all piled up, An Zhenhai and the others are beginning to force the palace again, it is strange that the young commander can not waver.
Even these staunch supporters think so. But we can't give up. Let them force the palace, don't we still have it?
Besides, we still have the majority in the association and the board of directors, we just lack a strong leader.
"Go out and take a look." Uncle Guo Fugui frowned because Zhang Wenjun's temporary decision also caught him off guard.
In Aaron Kwok's opinion, whatever concessions you need to make, just do it!
"Let's go!" After saying this, Guo Fugui also walked out angrily, followed by a group of supporters.
The supporters are in chaos, and the previously hesitant centrists have no idea. Look at me, look at you, no one knows what's going on.
This kind of thing makes them even more panicked.
"What's going on?"
"Don't know?"
"They just said that Zhang Wenjun seems to be unable to hold on any longer. What should we do?" the hesitant group said in a panic.
"Oh, you are young after all. If Mr. Zhang were here, why would such a situation happen?" The leader of the hesitant faction sighed, and even glanced at An Zhenhai and other palace-pressing factions who stayed on the opposite side.
"yes."
"Don't worry about it for now. We'll talk about it at the summit the day after tomorrow."
"Oh, I hope the longevity boxing association won't fall apart." Before leaving, the leader sighed. Especially when he looked at the remaining palace-forcing factions, the leader felt a little powerless and helpless.
Both groups of people were gone, and the remaining group of people who forced the palace were whispering, but everyone turned their attention to the leading old men named An Zhenhai and Lu Zhouyi, especially Lu Zhouyi, who was leaning on a cane.
The crutch is not an ordinary crutch. It has a carved green dragon wrapped around it, which is lifelike. Especially the dragon's head is so ferocious that it seems to eat anyone who looks at it.
Ignoring other people's looks, the old man named Lu Zhouyi just frowned.
During the whole process, no one else dared to speak loudly. The old man Lu Zhouyi obviously put a lot of pressure on everyone.
Because in the past few months, one of the few people in China who had successfully overcome the calamity was Lu Zhouyi.
Moreover, in past actions regarding monsters and ruins, Lu Zhouyi and An Zhenhai also made outstanding achievements and had high prestige.
"Mr. Lu, what is this?" Someone looked at Lu Zhouyi and said.
"Is this kid giving in?"
"Is he playing some kind of trap? Has he really given up completely?"
Hearing the words of the people around him, Lu Zhouyi gently raised his hand. The next moment, everyone around him quickly fell silent. Only the tall, white-haired old man named An Zhenhai next to him looked at the door and smiled disdainfully.
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"Mr. Lu, I think that kid knew there was nothing he could do to save the day, so he broke the pot. I have already told him that he is a softie." Looking at Lu Zhouyi, An Zhenhai snorted and said.
"Come out and have a look!" The old man named Lu Zhouyi said these words directly.
"Yes." An Zhenhai was stunned when he heard this, and then quickly stood up.
Seeing this scene, everyone quickly calmed down, although everyone felt that Mr. Zhou was too cautious.
About a few minutes later, An Zhenhai came back with excitement on his face.
"How is it?" Lu Zhouyi asked, and the others also looked at An Zhenhai who came back.
"As I guessed, that kid is scared! He probably can't bear it any longer." As he said this, An Zhenhai danced and imitated, "You know, Mr. Lu, when Zhang Wenjun went out, he was all dejected.
Like a lost dog."
"After getting out of the elevator, he cursed loudly, and then kicked away the trash can beside the elevator, which shocked the security personnel downstairs, haha." An Zhenhai said excitedly, "
I guess our people from the Cultivation Department also put pressure on him."
"Even that old guy Aaron Kwok pointed at Zhang Wenjun's nose angrily and scolded him, haha."
Hearing this, Lu Zhouyi's frown relaxed slightly, and then a hint of ridicule flashed at the corner of his mouth: "Tiger father and dog son, what a hero Zhang Jiangang is, to have given birth to such a useless son, I thought he could handle it."
In the end, haha."
Lu Zhouyi said contemptuously, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, if Zhang Wenjun continues to carry on like before, there is nothing Lu Zhouyi and others can do. After all, the status of the Zhang Family Longevity Boxing Association is there.
Even though Zhang Wenjun is not as good as his father Zhang Jiangang, he is Zhang Jiangang's son after all, and he has countless support from such a large association.
Therefore, we must not do it forcefully, let alone die inexplicably, unless we can kill him without leaving any clues.
Otherwise, the whole of China, even the Ministry of Cultivation and the top management of China, will not give up!
"Kick the trash can? Haha!" Others burst into laughter after hearing this.
"It would have been over if it had been like this! How could Zhang Wenjun and He De be sitting in the positions of president and chairman of the association? If it weren't for his father, he would be nothing!"
"You're right! You haven't even grown your hair yet and you still want to fight with us!"
"Quiet." The scene was in chaos. At this moment, Lu Zhouyi said softly.
The scene immediately became quiet.
"In case there is a scam, send people to continue surveillance. Be careful not to conflict with the Four Heavenly Kings. You are not their opponent." Looking at An Zhenhai, Lu Zhouyi said. "They will wait for the association's affairs to be resolved one by one.
of tidying up.”
"Okay." An Zhenhai said quickly.
"The two of you inform others to proceed according to the established plan. Everyone is mobilized...financial power, personnel appointment and dismissal power...people from the Cultivation Department must also mobilize. This time, Zhang Wenjun's right-hand man must be completely cut off, and he must be
Complete isolation. Our goal is to force Zhang Wenjun to leave the field in two days!"
"Also, you guys stop people and test! Find out all the details about Zhang Wenjun and be fully prepared!"
"Inform Mr. Guo, Mr. Qi and the others to build up public opinion in the past two or three days and try to reduce the turbulence of public opinion after the results come out the day after tomorrow! Point your guns at Zhang Wenjun and those old people and young people!"
"Okay!" In the conference room, other members said excitedly and confidently.
And just when the group of people in the conference room were full of confidence, they were ready to take advantage of the momentum to force the palace to seize power and eat up the Longevity Boxing Association, the largest cultivation group in China.
"Show weakness~Show weakness, show weakness again!" Downstairs of the building, regardless of Lao Song, Lao Wu who came out with him, and die-hard supporter Mr. Guo Fugui and others who were chasing after them at the gate, Zhang Wenjun repeated in his heart what he had said to him on the phone.
Words, my heart is beating fast.
Then, he jumped into the black car that had been waiting for him for a long time, as if he was running away from home, with a look of despair and unwillingness on his face.
Behind him was a group of old men chasing him, led by Mr. Aaron Kwok.
"Stop! Stop you loser!"
"Get back here!" Lao Guo, who didn't know the truth, was so angry that he even took off his shoes and threw them at Zhang Wenjun's car.
Seeing the car driving away, Uncle Guo was so angry that he almost fainted.
"Teacher Zhang, I didn't take good care of Wenjun for you. I can't help you! I, Lao Guo, can't help you!" Looking at the two disappearing cars, Lao Guo was so sad that he even burst into tears.
This caused the people who followed behind to quickly comfort him.
It's not that Zhang Jiangang didn't want to tell Lao Guo. In fact, Lao Guo is absolutely reliable and one of his own, but this old man has a bad temper and can't hide anything.
In Guo Fugui's eyes, no matter what happens, there is only one word: do it!