Chapter eight hundred and ninth: Zhen family blood feud
"What?? Beimang College?" Looking at the latest news, the faces of the people at the table suddenly became ugly.
Especially when they learned that the person who founded the school was actually Ding Xiaoyi, everyone's eyes couldn't help but glance at Zhen Beifeng, who was sitting in the first place.
Although some time has passed, everyone remembers clearly that Zhen Yuanwu, the previous speaker of the Zhen family, was killed.
The murderer even screamed out his name. From then on, no one in the world knew that the murderer was Ding Xiaoyi.
Now that Beimang College has started construction first, it is really surprising that it is still the enemy of the Zhen family.
However, Zhen Beifeng, who was sitting at the table, seemed not to have heard the name. He still held the knife and fork calmly and tasted the steak on the table carefully.
Seeing everyone in the conference room was silent, he raised his head and said, "Keep reading!"
"Yes! The location of Beimang College is... Qingmang Mountain? Is it the cemetery of City S??" After reading this, not to mention all the heads of families present, even the young people who read the letter couldn't help laughing.
Got up.
But before anyone could open their mouths or make a sound, Zhen Beifeng, who was sitting at the table, suddenly grabbed the knife in his hand and stabbed the young man's throat fiercely.
The serrated blade cut open the young man's Adam's apple, and hot blood spurted out.
The smiles on everyone's faces suddenly froze. That was Zhen Beifeng's grandson!
"You can't even recite a few sentences of the message well, so what's the use of you!"
Zhen Beifeng pushed the body away with a look of disgust, wiped the blood on the blade of the knife a few times on his clothes, then sat back on the chair, ignoring the blood on his face, and continued to eat the steak on the plate.
Soon another descendant of the Zhen family came forward, took the information board, and recited with a solemn expression: "Li Chuanhai ran around to find and lobby for Beimang College, and most of them were to win over teachers for Beimang College, but there were many people."
I heard it was in Beimang Mountain and refused..."
Everything about Beimang College spread quickly.
After all, this matter cannot be hidden from anyone, and Li Chuanhai always has to report it to the superiors. Just looking for a teacher is enough for anyone to find out.
But judging from the news, Li Chuanhai's actions were not very smooth.
This will not surprise anyone. Even though Li Chuanhai is now very famous, it is enough for everyone to give you a little face.
Nowadays, many people are planning to open schools, but they went to Beimang Mountain after their brains were kicked by a donkey.
However, after learning the news of the strong support of Quentin and his wife, many people at the table still slapped the table and cursed: "This couple is a bitch!!"
Nowadays, the Thistle family has been publicly disbanded, and the elders of the family have each divided up a large piece of the industry. The seemingly shining Thistle family has suddenly split, but everyone knows in their hearts that it is just one thing above and another below.
As long as Quentin, this couple of bad guys, supports them strongly, how can others not follow suit?
Now, driven by thoughtful people, Quentin has been packaged as a typical case of the prodigal son turning back.
Quentin's dog-like appearance in a suit has often been seen in major magazines and weeklies.
Coupled with Marina, a little bitch, and the connections she has accumulated over the years, even a dog knows that as long as you follow this couple, there will definitely be only benefits and no harm.
At this time, Zhen Beifeng gently wiped the oil stains on the corners of his lips and put down the square towel on his hand: "Everyone should understand the news."
Everyone nodded.
"It shouldn't be a big trouble. After all, the location is too remote. Besides..." The patriarch of another family didn't seem to be very worried about this: "The land for our Imperial College has been approved. It is in the fourth district. The area is
There are tens of millions of square meters."
Tens of millions of square meters is indeed an astonishing number. If it were in other districts, it might not be possible to get approval.
But the situation in the fourth district is special. A few months ago, the Negro people in the fourth district rioted, smashing and looting everywhere.
Finally Sacks ordered it to be handed over to the Eastern Parliament.
In just one week, peace was restored in District 4, but it also turned from a bustling city into a garbage dump.
It is said that the burning smell lingers around the crematorium and will not go away for weeks.
It is precisely because of this incident that District 4 is still full of scorched earth.
The councilman responsible for the fourth district is of course willing to let them build the college here, and the price of the land is extremely low, and he even provides many policy preferences.
Now, in addition to their Imperial College, several other colleges will be established here. In the future, the fourth district is destined to become a super prosperous area where colleges gather.
It's just that they are the only one who owns an area of tens of millions of square meters.
In comparison, Beimang College, located in Qingmang Mountain in City S, is not much of a threat.
"Stupid!" Zhen Beifeng scolded with disdain: "Beimang College is not worth mentioning at all, but behind Beimang College are the interests of the group headed by Ning Chen. This group of people has too strong foundation..."
Speaking of Ning Chen, Zhen Beifeng's expression was particularly solemn. This time the Eastern Council suffered a disastrous defeat and was almost knocked out of the mortal world.
In contrast, the interest group headed by Ning Chen made a lot of money and even withdrew in time.
After a quick operation, he became the biggest beneficiary.
This group of people established Beimang College and had members of the trade union as teachers. It was obviously for them.
"Hey~~ What should we do? The union is watching now, Lord Jiu... Stinky old Jiu will not allow us to cause trouble."
"Yes, besides, Ding Xiaoyi seems to be very strong. Before, he killed people alone in front of everyone. No master of the same level could match him."
Everyone began to talk about it, expressing their inability to do what they wanted, as well as the various restrictions imposed by the union today.
But in the final analysis, I still don’t want to cause trouble.
Everyone managed to survive, and now they are afraid of the union to the core.
For this reason, countless overlord contracts were signed.
I really don't dare to cause any more trouble at this juncture.
Moreover, if we really talk about it, the people who really have a grudge against Ding Xiaoyi are the Zhen family. Although everyone continues to be led by the Zhen family, it is no longer the Zhen family when they were in the Eastern Council.
If you ask them to rush in and die, only a fool would do it.
Of course Zhen Beifeng knew what these guys were thinking, and he cursed these cowards in his heart. If they hadn't been stupid, the Eastern Parliament would not have collapsed so quickly.
Now that I have eaten and wiped everything clean, if I want to apply oil on the soles of my feet, that is absolutely impossible.
So he continued: "We don't need to do anything. I will ask some experts from foreign lands to come forward. However, these experts from foreign lands have never walked here before. We need you to use your connections to help prepare for assistance."
"Expert from a foreign land!!"
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and when they looked at Zhen Beifeng, their expressions suddenly changed.
No wonder the Zhen family is so confident. It turns out that they have already crossed paths with a foreign land at some point.
Zhen Beifeng held his arms in his arms, enjoying the expected and surprised looks from everyone. Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Don't be nervous. Several dragon-level experts are actually very talkative."
"Dragon level!!" Upon hearing this, everyone's nostrils became hot.
"Brother Beifeng, what are you talking about? We, the Omeela family, have sworn long ago that we are willing to serve the Zhen family from both sides. Of course we will do this kind of thing properly."
"Yes, yes! That's right!"
"Me too!"
The conversation in the conference room changed, and everyone changed their negative demeanor, patting their chests and promising that they would take the head of Ding Xiaoyi to comfort the heroic soul of Zhen Yuanwu, the previous head of the Zhen family.
Zhen Beifeng nodded: "Then let's decide like this. In addition, I forgot to mention that after several dragon-level masters came out of the foreign land, they need many sacrifices. Each of your families should prepare some spiritual materials, girls, and the last one.
Evil spirit level!"
"Er...Okay, okay, this matter will naturally be shouldered by us."
Everyone agreed with smiles on their faces, but in their hearts they greeted the eighteenth generation of Zhen Beifeng's ancestors.
It turned out that he had gone around in a circle and was waiting for them here.
After the meeting dispersed, Zhen Beifeng did not get up to see him off. He just waved his hand and told the heads of each family to go back and prepare.
For a while, Zhen Beifeng and the body on the ground were the only ones left in the huge conference room.
"Get up, isn't the ground cold?"
Seeing his grandson's body still lying on the ground, Zhen Beifeng kicked him up in annoyance.
The corpse jumped up from the ground, rubbed his butt with his hands, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you were so cruel, you almost cut off my head."
As he spoke, the cut on the young man's throat slowly healed.
"You can't bear to let your children trap the wolf. If you don't give these white-eyed wolves a sign of their power, do you really think they will cooperate obediently?"
Zhen Beifeng looked helpless. Today's Zhen family is no longer the original Zhen family.
He could only make this decision.
"Xiaoshan, don't you have a good relationship with that guy from the Tong family? Why didn't you win over him this time?"
Zhen Beifeng remembered another thing and asked the young man.
"Forget it, his surname is no longer Tong, but Song. However, his attitude is very strange. He agrees with us to establish a school, but as for joining the group, he keeps silent."
Zhen Xiaoshan frowned, looking depressed.
"Then try to win over others and build relationships. For a mid-level dragon master, even if he can't join the gang, it's good to be a friend."
Zhen Xiaoshan nodded and said with a cunning expression: "Grandpa, don't worry, I have already given instructions to give him the title of professor when the time comes. We won't say whether he comes or not, but at least don't let others snatch it away."
"Yes, your kid is getting smarter and smarter." Zhen Beifeng was very pleased with his grandson's mature and steady methods.
As he said this, Zhen Beifeng stood up and looked at the picture of Ding Xiaoyi in the invitation letter with sinister eyes: "Killing my Zhen family will require his blood to pay for it."