Chapter 582

Fortunately, Qin Yanchen came to check Qiao's current accounts in advance. There were few mistakes. Several big mistakes appeared before Qiao Ansheng took office.

That's when Qiao Mingdong took office.

However, those mistakes were filled later.

Qin Yanchen looked at the account and sneered.

Qiao Mingdong is really desperate. He is worried that he can't find a suitable reason to dig a hole for Qiao Mingdong. He brings it to the door himself.

The supervision department was reviewing the accounts here, and Chi Yang knocked on the door of the office on the other side.

"Mr. Qin, I found them..."

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At the same time, in an abandoned factory in the suburbs, Qiao Mingdong and his family of four were dragged out of the rear compartment and dragged all the way into the abandoned factory.

Originally, the four of them hid in city B early and planned all this in order to get back Qiao's shares.

First let Qiao Mengxi come forward to win over Shangguan Waner, apply Shangguan Waner's money to fight public opinion, and save part of the principal by the way.

Once the public starts to attack Qiao Ansheng, Qiao's share price will be affected.

As long as Qiao's share price drops to the limit, Qiao Mingdong can take advantage of the money given by Shangguan Waner to buy Qiao's shares, and then when the market opens, he can own most of Qiao's shares openly.

Qiao Mingdong's abacus was very loud. Seeing that Qiao's shares fell to the lowest point in history in a short time, Qiao Mingdong thought that his dream would come true.

He woke up laughing in his dream.

But he never thought that when Qiao's share price was about to fall to the limit, there were people who threw money into it like they didn't want money to buy, and forcibly pulled the share price back to the flat line.

Qiao Mingdong's teeth were itching. He thought with his toes that he knew who had invested the money. What's more, just now, someone broke into the place where they were hiding.

A family of four people were bundled into zongzi, packed in containers and brought back to Nan'an overnight.

Qiao Mingdong was thrown into the open space in the center of the factory, and his mouth was filled with rags. Those who dragged him threw him on the ground and left quickly.

He turned his head in horror, except Shen Peixiang and others who were tied up with him.

It was quiet and strange around. There were several dilapidated windows overhead. The sun was cut into pieces by the exhaust fan and thrown on the ground. There was a rotten smell in the air.

Qiao Mingdong's forehead was full of cold sweat. For some reason, he smelled a threat of death from the rotten smell.

He didn't believe that Qin Yanchen's power would find himself so quickly. The more he didn't believe it, the more he had no bottom in his heart, so he struggled with his life on one side.

"Bang..." the heavy noise of opening the door startled the dust in the air.

When Qiao Mingdong heard the sound, his body was uncontrollable, and he trembled almost conditionally. Soon there was a burst of footsteps outside.

A line of bodyguards in black filed in from the front, and then stood in two separate lines. At the end of the bodyguard in black, there were also men in black suits.

Slowly walking towards Qiao Mingdong.

The man's eyebrows were handsome and cool, and his pupils were like cold stars. He stopped in front of Qiao Mingdong and others, in the Mottled sunshine and dust.

The man looked down at several people tied up on the ground, with a strange look and a smile.

When Qiao Mingdong saw him, he looked as if he had seen the demon king who came from the ground and claimed his life. His face turned white in an instant.

Because his mouth was blocked by cloth strips, he could only make a strange whine in his throat.

Qin Yanchen glanced at the people next to him, and immediately someone came forward and tore away the cloth strip on Qiao Mingdong's mouth. Qiao Mingdong was full of fear and consternation: "Qin, Qin..."

Qin Yanchen stretched out a slender finger against his thin lips and motioned him to keep silent. Qiao Mingdong was terrified and trembled to stop his voice.

Qin Yanchen waved again. The man standing behind him took out a camera from his chest, and then several people came forward and put Qiao Mingdong in a sitting position.

The camera shot directly into his face.

Qiao Mingdong didn't know why. His face was waxy yellow, beads of sweat hung on the tip of his nose, and his body only trembled. He heard the man in front of him calmly say, "I'll give you one last chance."

Qin Yanchen ordered the camera in front of Qiao Ming's East, with a cold expression.

"You know what to say. Say it yourself. I don't want to listen to nonsense. After you think it over carefully, I'll cut off your finger every time you say a wrong word."

Qiao Mingdong shivers and inspires himself. He suddenly understands what Qin Yanchen means. He wants to face the camera to prove Qiao Ansheng's innocence.

Qiao Mingdong hesitated for a moment. Just then, a bodyguard came forward and dragged one of his palms.

The cold light of the snow-white dagger suddenly appeared. Qiao Mingdong was hesitant, and all softened in an instant: "no! No! I said, "I said!"

He reluctantly raised his body and faced the camera. When he was about to say, he suddenly looked at Qin Yanchen again.

"I... I can say, but after that, you must promise not to touch me? Otherwise! Otherwise... "

Qin Yanchen looked at Qiao Mingdong, who was sitting there like a mole ant, affected his lower lip and leaked a cold smile: "otherwise what?"

Qin Yanchen took a step forward and looked at Qiao Mingdong's disgusting face: "otherwise, you will let those entertainment records continue to pour dirty water on Sheng Sheng, right?"

Qiao Mingdong looked hasty.

The next second, Qin Yanchen opened his long leg and kicked him in the chest.

The strength was not light. Qiao Mingdong leaned back like a shrimp, rolled out, curled up there and coughed violently.

Qin Yanchen came to him step by step. He sneered coldly: "do you think those reporters will listen to you or me?"

Qiao Mingdong crawled on the ground and struggled to get up, but he was kicked in the ribs. The severe pain made it very difficult for him to breathe, let alone stand up.

Qin Yanchen's eyes were as cold as a knife. He stepped on Qiao Mingdong's face, stepped on his face and pressed him hard on the ground.

The attack of suffocation made Qiao Mingdong's throat like a broken bellows difficult to breathe, and he could only grasp and scrape the ground with his hands in vain.

"I've endured you for a long time..."

His expensive leather shoes stepped on Qiao Mingdong's head, like stepping on a ball that was about to burst, and the cold sound echoed in the empty workshop.

"Originally, I didn't do it to you because of Sheng Sheng's face. This time, you have to die..."