Chapter 1612

The news that the Marquis family has been investigated and Bowen and his son have been arrested has caused quite a stir in the business circle of the chaotic city.

As one of the four big families in the city of chaos, one of the founding families of Aden chamber of Commerce, with hundreds of millions of wealth, no one expected that the Marquis family would collapse so suddenly.

Although the gap between the Marquis family and the Dodge family has been gradually widened by the Buffett family and the Morton family over the years, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and the Marquis family is still a giant in the city of chaos.

Before the news of Bennet's downfall and arrest came out, many people were wondering whether the Marquis family would be implicated. However, from the later performance, the Marquis family not only was not implicated because of Bennet's affairs, but also took advantage of some of Bennet's clean assets and seemed to be the biggest winner.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, the sword of the grey Temple fell on the head of the Marquis family, which also attracted people's sigh.

Some people say that the Marquis family, relying on the influence of Bennet, also touched the property that should not be touched, so they were investigated.

It was also said that the head of the Marquis family forcibly occupied Bennet's assets, which attracted the attention of the grey temple, so he was investigated.

What's more, it is said that Bowen's son seduced the concubine of the big man in the grey temple, which led to the tragedy.

"Bowen is too greedy. I told his father that I would not give my family to Bowen even if I gave it to Bennet." Ian took a sip of tea and looked at Hill who had not finished his breakfast.

Hill put half a piece of bread into his mouth, chewed it carefully, picked up the white silk scarf and wiped the corners of his lips carefully. After confirming that there was no food residue left, he said calmly: "the prodigal son is waiting for his doom in prison now."

"If old Marquis had been a little more fair to him, it would not have been such a mess." Ian said with emotion.

"I'm afraid the Marquis family is doomed now. Bennet, even if he replaces Bowen as the head of the Marquis family, he won't be a self-contained master." Hill shook his head slightly.

Ian a Leng, looking at Hill seriously thought, can't help laughing: "four big families, my vision is really the best."

"I agree with that." Hill nodded.

Ian quickly gathered a smile, and then said: "our family had better not get involved in this matter. Since Dominic has been arrested, it seems that the city master is determined to clean up the gray area of the chaotic city. It is estimated that many people will be arrested in the future."

"I've done self-examination, and the guy with the problem has given it to the grey temple on his own initiative. I'll deal with it as I should." Hill nodded.

"Good." Ian put down his tea cup, stood up and said with a smile, "do you want to feed the fish?"

"No, I'll go to the Lord's mansion later and see the prince who came from afar." Hill shook his head slightly.

"Get busy. I have to go fishing." Ian didn't ask much and left slowly with his hands behind.

Hill got up and watched Ian leave the restaurant. Then he walked to the door, and asked his assistant, who quickly followed him with his briefcase: "is Mr. McGonagall involved in the investigation of the Marquis family?"

"There is no evidence to prove that there is an inevitable connection between the two, but a clerk named Rena in the McMillan restaurant was given a set of shops originally under the name of Bennet a few days ago. During this time, there were some disputes between the Marquis family and her about the ownership of the shop." The Secretary replied very quickly.

"Shop assistant?" Hill frowned slightly.

"Yes, Bennet seems to have been entangled with her before. This set of shops should have been given to her directly by the grey temple and the city Lord's mansion." The Secretary nodded and then said, "if necessary, I can check the reason."

"No, I was worried that Mr. McGonagall would be bullied by the Marquis family before. Now it seems that this kind of worry is totally unnecessary. This is the end of the matter. We don't need to find out too clearly." Hill stopped.

"Yes." The Secretary nodded and began to report the next thing.

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McGonagall exits from the kitchen god testing ground, opens his eyes, and the alarm clock on one side rings almost at the same time.

He was a little stunned for a while, and then he reached out to turn off the alarm clock. He spent more than 100 days alone in the space where there was only the crackle of charcoal fire and the sound of pig's eyes on the grill. Even the sound of the alarm clock became pleasant.

"Roast pig's eye, or we'll launch it today, and we'll bake it on the spot in front of the open window..." McGonagall's mouth rises slowly, otherwise, how can he stand up to his hard work of baking more than 100 days and nights, and make roast pig's eye sit at the peak and the acme.

His roasted pig eyes, even up, can circle the pig farm ten times.

What a picture of advertising words.

McGonagall didn't waste too much time in bed. After a little relief from the discomfort of staying in the kitchen god testing ground for a long time, he got up and took a cold bath. He changed into a clean cook's clothes and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone.

For fear of scaring everyone early in the morning and affecting the appetite of the day, MEG resisted the impulse and didn't add roast pig's eye to the luxury breakfast set meal.

"Father, what do you make today?" Amy was the first to come down and stood on tiptoe at the kitchen door.

"There's soy milk, fried dough sticks, bean curd, whatever Amy wants." McGonagall looked back at Amy with long silver hair and a hair on her head, and said with a smile.

The little guy has changed into a white down jacket. The round shape of the little penguin looks lovely, but the hair hasn't been combed yet.

In view of Elena's unique combing skills, MEG took the initiative to undertake Amy's combing task.

After all, she has no experience of combing her hair all the year round. She often operates like a tiger when she looks at the lightning rod of her hair.

"Well..." Amy thought for a while and said, "then I'll have fried dough sticks with sweet bean curd, black pepper steak, medium rare, and a little more sour and sweet tomato sauce."

"OK, let's eat together when the sisters come." McGonagall nodded with a smile. She had no opinion about the collocation of the little guy. Anyway, she could reorganize a different way of eating every day.

At breakfast, McGonagall announced a new dish to be added today.

"Roast... Roast pig eyes?" Barbara, who is drinking soybean milk, chokes and looks at MEG in disbelief.

"Are they really the eyes of pigs?" Mia also looked at MEG in surprise.

The women's expressions were almost the same. They were surprised and a little frightened.

"Yes, the eyes of the roast pig." MEG nodded with certainty.