Chapter 45

Among the ten tiger generals who covered the city in those years, Jin Tailong ranked the first, Lin zecun ranked the second, Miao Haoran ranked the third, and Li Zhi ranked the fourth. Now, the eldest son, the second and the third on the table are dead, retired, and missing. He is the fourth uncle with the highest seniority.

"Fourth uncle, you only remember the old man's kindness to you. It seems that I can only rely on the old man's efforts."

Li Zhizhang opened his mouth and realized that he had said something wrong. Their food and clothing parents, who were over half a century old, regarded them as a mother and compatriots, were replaced by the young man in full bloom and ambitious.

"Xuanfeng, don't get me wrong. Your fourth uncle doesn't mean that. We don't just work for boss Jin. You know that, too." Mo Yun, the sixth in the ranking, extricated Li Zhi. With Jin Xin's gradual reform in recent years, he also realized that the so-called nephew in front of him was actually a man eating tiger.

"That's right. The company's projects have suffered losses for several years. We have endured it and let you continue to be the top..." What else do you want from us? If it weren't for boss Jin's private explanation to them, who would support him! Li shaocong, the top ten, shouted angrily in his heart.

Spit out a smoke ring, and Jin Xuanfeng has a sneer on his mouth. "I know. I know your uncles have worked hard to support Xuanfeng. Therefore, Xuanfeng now wants to reduce the burden on your uncles."

What... What do you mean?

The people looked at each other again. "What do you mean, nephew?" Old Jiu Zhou Dayang, who had always felt that he was getting on well with Jin Xuanfeng, looked suspiciously at the young man sitting on the throne, full of arbitrariness and domineering.

Jin Xuanfeng dusted the ash with his cigarette finger. His patience was really about to be polished. If it weren't for the old man's attitude, he wouldn't be bothered to listen to the complaints of these wine, meat and rice bags.

"I want to buy your shares."

Cut - where is the acquisition, it is clear that let us hand it in obediently.

Everyone was indignant, but they didn't dare to shout out.

"Big nephew, you can't do anything to tear down bridges. I think you were still wearing open crotch pants when we fought with your father. Now that you are rich and powerful, do you want to kick us away?"

Jin Xuanfeng fiercely closed his eyes and his teeth clenched. Can t mother not rely on the old to sell the old. "Uncle nine. I'm not going to tear down bridges. I just want you to enjoy your life early. The old man was kind and gave you the shares of the company. Now I recycle them at twice the market price. I don't think my uncles suffer a loss."

How about twice the market price? The bonus in Jinxin every year is fat meat. He sold his shares and told them to go back and chew on the old instinct for a few years.

"It's OK for us to hand over the shares unless boss Jin talks to our brothers. Yes, the shares we have in hand are given to us by boss Jin. If he wants to take them back now, I have nothing to say." The silent old five carried Jin Tailong out. He didn't believe that Jin Tailong would be the kind of person who went back on his word. In those days, they also took their lives to fight. He didn't believe that boss Jin would do that kind of ungrateful thing in front of so many people.

Oh, what bothers him most is that he always carries out the old man to suppress him. Jin Xuanfeng leaned back on the back of the chair, the lighter on his fingers rolled rhythmically on the dining table, and his anger was burning under a pair of slightly closed eyes,.

These old die hards are really hateful. They have to face him in everything? What's irritating is that the shares in the hands of these old diehards account for 56%. And he, the helmsman in the first chair, has 10%, which tells him how to completely control Jin Xin.

With a bang, the pure gold lighter in his hand was thrown on the table. The tall figure stood up with his palm on the table, and his sharp eagle eyes were as bright as gold.

not to know chalk from cheese!

"What has the final say of Jin Xin? I am now telling my uncle that if uncle must follow his own ideas, then don't blame me for being a younger generation, and making something that your uncle regrets."

Everyone swallowed their saliva, and the luxurious decorated box was so quiet that only the oil boiled in a small iron pot was rumbling.

"The old man has been suffering from headaches more and more frequently in the past two years. If your uncles still think that he was your boss in those years, don't disturb him so that he can enjoy a few years of happiness."

Leaving his last cold words, Jin Xuanfeng left the box with the support of his bodyguard.

Although Jin Xuanfeng left the private room, his words exploded in the private room. "Fourth brother, it's clear that we want to forcibly take back our shares."

"Both the Jin family and their son are tigers who eat people and don't spit bones."

"If it weren't for winning over us, would Jin Tailong be willing to have a share with you? After all these years of dividends, it's time to be more open."

"* * *, why! Why! In those days, we worked hard at Jinxin club. He said to give and take, when we were what we were."

"Old six, you are an authentic Royal relative. Why, Jin Xuanfeng doesn't even let go of his uncle."

"Hehe, what kind of uncle? It would be nice if you could reward me with porridge."

"TM, shall we go to boss Jin to judge?"

"It's strange for you to see boss Jin now. You'd better find a way to deal with the shares in your hand. If Jin Xuanfeng asks someone to move your family, you'll regret it too late."

"I don't believe he has that ability. When I killed, his boy was still drinking milk."

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Canglong street is located in the north of the old city of Mancheng. It is the earliest site occupied by Jinxin group in Mancheng. Originally, it was the most depressed place in Mancheng, but it has gradually become prosperous and lively because of the establishment of Jinxin group. Most industries of Jinxin group are concentrated here, which drives the economic development of the whole Chengbei district.

When they came out of the restaurant, a group of people had their own concerns. Some people wanted to sell their shares and take their wives and children abroad with money for a few years. Some people were very unwilling to let go of the fat in their hands.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Du Qiwen is wearing a white suit and gold wire glasses. He is gentle and elegant.

"Alas ~ ~ ~ your cousin wants to take back the shares held by your six uncles." Du Mingshan sighed and pinched his index finger and thumb. He pinched some swollen eyes on the bridge of his nose.

"Where's ours?"

"The same is recycled." There are eight people in a round table. None of them can escape.

"Dad, it can't be recycled, so we have no way to live." Once power is taken back, they will all have to be squeezed.

"I don't want to be recycled." Du Mingshan has always been in the habit of gambling in Macao. He has a lot of dividends in Jinxin all year round. His wife, Jin Tailong's sister and his son Du Qiwen have shares in Jinxin. The shares of their family add up to 12%, which is better than Jin Xuanfeng.

Du Qiwen looked at his father's face full of vicissitudes but without losing his heroic spirit, "Dad, we can't sell our shares to Jin Xuanfeng. Jin Xuanfeng is a man. We have no shares in our hands, and he will completely kill us."

"I know, I know. But, son... I'm afraid he'll be against us in private." Even though Jin Tailong has washed away some of Jin Xin's businesses over the past ten years, they are all from the underworld and their style of doing things is quite extreme.

"What are you afraid of? Mom is also his aunt. He doesn't dare to do anything to us without looking at the monk's face and the Buddha's face." Du Qiwen opened the door for his father and sat in the driver's seat.

"You don't understand, son." Du Mingshan leaned back in his chair and shook his head helplessly. "The goods we have secretly eaten behind our backs these years, just because this matter has been opened, our family's life is not enough to compensate." At that time, Jin Laoda established the group regulation that whoever embezzled or stole the property would be hanged.

"Then we can't just let Jin Xuanfeng take back the shares." After a long silence, Jin Xuanfeng opened the door to get off, opened the back door and sat next to his father. "Dad, please transfer your shares to me. Not only yours, but also mom. If the six uncles want to sell their shares, Dad, you let them all sell them to me."

Du Mingyuan held his eyes wide and stared at his son incredulously, "what are you talking about? Where do you have money to collect shares?"

"Dad, don't worry about it. As long as you find a way to let those uncles sell their shares to me, I will naturally have money for them." Du Qiwen helped the Phnom Penh glasses. "Dad, the only way to live is to hold the shares in our own hands."

Only holding shares in their own hands is the only way to live?

How can Du Mingyuan not know the interests between them, but can they fight the Jin family? Looking at his son's planned expression made him have another impulse to fight. He knew that his son's talent was no worse than that of Jin Xuanfeng. Otherwise, how could he steal food under Jin Xuanfeng's eyes in recent years,

"Wen'er, I don't know if you have any plans."

"Dad, don't ask more. When the time is almost up, I'll tell you. In short, you can't sell the shares to Jin Xuanfeng, and you have to persuade your uncles to sell the shares to me. But this matter must be kept secret first. I won't take the shares directly. I'll find someone to contact my uncles."

Du Qiwen simply told Du Mingyuan about his next step. This time, he must take Jin Xin. The prince who looks noble and arrogant must step on his feet to shame the insults and ridicules of that year.

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Ding Xuanyao stayed in Fendi's medical room for two days and went back to Nan'ao villa to continue recuperation. For this accident, Ding Xuanyao remained indifferent. Isn't there a saying that "the more you know, the faster you die"? Just stay out of it.

Fendi's medical skills are superb and the wound heals quickly, but to Ding Xuanyao's regret, her smooth shoulder left a two inch long red scar.

A little on one side, you can clearly see the scar. Although you usually don't pay much attention to the appearance, the scar still makes Ding Xuanyao feel stuffy. The only happy thing is that Lin Ruicheng let her go home for two days.