Chapter three hundred and ninetieth chance of revenge
Sun Zhengxing was stunned.
It turns out that the Shen family was not destroyed by Qin Feng.
Eighty-three people, men, women, old and young.
Corpses littered the fields.
After all, the Shen family provoked Qin Feng one after another, and even kidnapped his aunt.
Everyone thought that all this was Qin Feng's revenge.
In a sense, Qin Feng was pushed to the forefront because of the tragedy of the Shen family's annihilation.
But when Qin Feng asked him face to face, he knew that things were not that simple.
"It's really not you."
Sun Zhengxing murmured to himself: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
He has no doubts. The fact that he is still alive is the best proof.
"After I left my aunt's house that night, I stayed at Qingqian Villa and didn't go out."
"This can be proven by the police who responded to the call."
“Villa security and surveillance can prove it.”
Qin Feng stated calmly:
"Sister Lan stood up for me and beat up Shen Bangming."
"But he didn't touch his whole family."
"I originally intended to abolish Shen Shaofeng, and killing Sun Aihua would be enough to warn the Shen family to stay safe."
"Shen Bangming is not satisfied and will destroy him as well."
"I'm a doctor, not a gangster."
"I will go after anyone who has a grudge against me, and I will not implicate innocent people."
"I won't do anything like destroying a whole family."
He looked at Sun Zhengxing: "Otherwise, the night before yesterday, your Sun family would have been completely barren."
Sun Zhengxing's face froze and he couldn't find the words to refute.
I just feel that the destruction of the Shen family is very strange. If it wasn't Qin Feng who did it, then the person behind it can be said to have played a big game in Nandu.
"What are you going to do next?"
Qin Feng looked at him: "Go back to Nandu, or stay in Jinling to take revenge?"
The Sun family's ancestral home planned all this behind the scenes. With Sun Zhengxing's character, he would never let it go easily.
Unexpectedly, Sun Zhengxing shook his head:
"I don't want to think about revenge. My ancestral home has been run in Jinling for many years and I have countless friends in the political and business circles."
"Now that the Red Flower Club is backing them, I am no match for them in either the black or white ways."
"I plan to return to Nandu today, run the industry honestly, and never set foot in this place again."
"I originally planned to meet Shen Lingwei before leaving. She is a descendant of the Shen family. She was later adopted to Jinling. Her adoptive father's family has an underground background."
"But judging from today's situation, there is no need for it."
There was helplessness in his words, and more importantly, unwillingness.
"Don't go back yet."
Qin Feng smiled: "Stay in Jinling during this period and help me manage the Chamber of Commerce branch."
"I'm not familiar with the place here, so you can be my tour guide."
"What do you think about taking care of food and housing every day?"
Sun Zhengxing raised his head in shock and looked at Qin Feng: "Stay in Jinling?"
"Well, you were expelled from the family anyway."
"Stay with me for now and I'll give you a chance for revenge."
Qin Feng expressed his plan: "I'll give you a chance to be the head of the ancestral home."
Sun Zhengxing's pupils trembled, and he nodded heavily: "Okay!"
Back at Jiangling Hotel, Qin Feng asked Wen Wan to open a suite for Sun Zhengxing, and then returned to his room alone.
He took a shower first and then sent a message to Liu Yingying to report that he was safe.
Although he made some preparations before leaving, Wan Qianzhong didn't show up for a day, which made him feel uneasy.
Liu Yingying is well-informed and can minimize risks.
After sending the text message, Qin Feng sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the lounge and examined the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.
Compared with the prosperity and high-rise buildings in Nandu, Jinling has accumulated more history. At a glance, modern buildings stand among the large swathes of antique buildings.
The Qinhuai River at your feet is covered with century-old buildings.
Wu Feng Chu Yun, the perfect combination of modernity and history.
Qin Feng also saw from a distance an artistic building shaped like a half-moon, eighty-nine stories high, standing in the center of the bustling city overlooking the Jinling Qinhuai River.
Bai Group.
According to Zhang Biao's intelligence, the Bai family is a rare neutral force in Jinling.
Have money, people, and background.
But they never intervene in any disputes. They only make money. Their hundreds of billions of industries are almost everywhere in the daily life of everyone in Jinling and even the southern province.
There are many popular global industries such as heavy industry, military, and energy.
I heard that the Bai family has more than 30 oil wells in Africa alone.
Printing money like crazy every day, he is the well-deserved cash king of Jinling.
It was just three years ago that something happened to the Bai family, which almost destroyed the whole family. Even Bai Huamei fled abroad to seek refuge. The only heir, Bai Xu, was poisoned and had to wait for death.
So after Qin Feng rescued Bai Xu, Bai Huamei treated him with special courtesy.
"Ding……"
Qin Feng's thoughts were whirling when a text message came.
It was sent by Wen Bichen. She told Qin Feng that she couldn't come today. The old man had a meeting all day and could only meet tomorrow.
Qin Feng replied that it was okay, closed his eyes, and began to use the power of the Human Emperor.
This period of practice has allowed him to loosen the seal of the Grandmaster, and he strives to break through to the Grandmaster realm in one go in the next two days.
It is also the third level of medicine and martial arts.
It is estimated that by the third floor, the piece of bloody jade can be completely activated.
The blood-colored jade can react with the power of the Human Emperor, and it is very likely that it has the same origin as the missing jade pendant.
I don’t know what will be gained after breaking through.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Bichen called: