Walking out of the building, Xiaohua touched Ye Feng's head with a smile, causing Ye Feng to look at him with disgust.

"Sister is in a good mood today. I heard that Nanzhou's Drunken Duck is very famous. Would you please eat it, as much as you want?"

As soon as he heard the food, Ye Feng's eyes lit up immediately, and the puppy nodded.

Suddenly, Ye Feng squinted, with the sun on his head, Xiao Hua felt cold.

Ye Feng held the stick behind him, "Someone is following us."

Xiaohua raised her eyebrows: "These people are too greedy."

"Brother Zou Yefeng, sister invites you to eat something delicious."

The two went deep into the downtown area and strolled around the most famous snack street for a whole day. Ye Feng ate his belly so much that he couldn't straighten his waist, so the two went home.

"Into the Jiang family? Are you sure?"

"I watched the two walk into the gate of Jiang's family with my own eyes, and the servants of the Jiang family were very respectful towards them."

Secretary Zhang listened to the voice of the report in the mobile phone, and pinched his eyebrows: "Keep an eye on them, if there is any trouble, you must report it as soon as possible."

Hanging up the phone, Secretary Zhang thought for a while and knocked on the door of the office.

After a while, a deep voice came from inside: "Come in."

Inexplicably, her heart skipped a beat, as if the mountains were about to come.

Secretary Zhang pushed open the heavy office door. Behind the desk, sat a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. In front of him was a computer. The man's face was shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Sir, our people saw the two of them enter the Jiang family with their own eyes. Now it is a critical period. This is most likely a conspiracy of the Jiang family against you. You must not believe it."

The two met her husband just now. She was outside the door and did not hear what the girl said to her husband, but if the two were from the Jiang family, then the purpose would be very suspicious.

"To be clever is to dig one's own grave."

The man's faint voice made Secretary Zhang's face pale, and he opened his mouth: "Sir..."

"I have been fighting with the surnamed Wang for so many years. It's time to decide the winner. This time, either he will die or I will die."

The man said it calmly, but it caused a storm in Secretary Zhang's heart.

This day has finally come.

——

Zhou Zhaohui was woken up by the dog friend's mobile phone call in the morning. He muttered impatiently, "If you disturb Lao Tzu's sleep, you better have something important..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Zhaohui suddenly sat up, and the sleepy bugs ran away in an instant: "Fuck, what did you just say?"

The man on the phone repeated the sentence again.

Zhou Zhaohui pinched his thighs and gasped: "Isn't it a dream? The Wang family is really... taken over? Why is it so unreal?"

It was a deeply ingrained force that had been entrenched in Nanzhou for several years. For so many years, whoever dared to fight against him would be deadly.

Zhou Zhaohui opened Weibo, the weather was calm, and the local news was even more peaceful.

Zhou Zhaohui felt a deep fear in his heart, and every single hair stood on end.

The quieter it is, the bigger it is.

"Master, Master is not well..." The housekeeper of the Zhou family shouted from outside the door.

Zhou Zhaohui was shocked and ran out barefoot: "What happened again?"

"The company has business dealings with Wang Jiapo...Wang Wei has business dealings. Now the prosecutor has come to investigate. Come and have a look."

Zhou Zhaohui was confused: "When did you have business dealings with Wang Wei?"

The housekeeper looked around, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Two years ago, the land development project in Nancheng was stuck there and refused to sign, so Mr. Zhou sent it over..."

The housekeeper made a gesture: "Otherwise, your first project in the company will be yellow, which will affect your reputation among shareholders. Mr. Zhou is also doing it for your own good. Who knew that the Wang family suddenly collapsed, so he pulled out the radish and brought it out. Mud, this is the end of the game..., why don't we find a way to find Mr. Wen? After all, he and Miss Ya used to be..."

Zhou Zhaohui glanced at the butler coldly. The butler realized that he had said something wrong and quickly shut his mouth.

This time, Zhou Zhaohui was taken away. At the same time, when the whole Nanzhou heard the news, there were fewer pedestrians on the road, for fear that it would affect him.

Zhou Zhaohui, a rich second-generation who grew up in a rich nest, couldn't stand it in less than a day, but no matter what he said, those people would not believe him, and repeatedly asked questions that sounded extremely stupid to him.

Finally, when his spirit was on the verge of collapse, he heard someone loosen his handcuffs, and a cold voice fell in his ear: "The matter of the Zhou family has been investigated, you can go."

Zhou Zhaohui walked out of the interrogation room with heavy steps, and the housekeeper immediately greeted him: "Master, you are suffering, we can go home, you don't know how worried your wife and miss are after you leave."

Zhou Zhaohui rubbed his swollen head: "What's going on?"

If he was really involved with the Wang family, how could he let him go so easily.

The housekeeper came over and whispered, "It was Secretary Zhang who notified me to come pick you up, or Mr. Wen's nostalgia. This time we saved our Zhou family."

Zhou Zhaohui twitched the corners of his mouth: "Who will accept his love?"

Just as he was about to leave, a woman's cry of collapse suddenly came from a certain room, and Zhou Zhaohui sounded a little familiar.

"Isn't that Wang Fangfei's voice?"

The housekeeper immediately grabbed his arm and said nervously, "Master, let's go quickly, don't come here again."

After Wang Wei's accident, Wang Fangfei was naturally not much better. He didn't have any good feelings for this woman.

The housekeeper specially prepared a brazier, "Master, please step over here to get rid of the bad luck."

Zhou Zhaohui stared at the burning flames and suddenly thought of something very important.

The Wang family collapsed, Jiang Chao had no support, and with the things he had done in the past, everyone pushed the wall down.

Then the right of inheritance of the Jiang family naturally fell into the hands of Jiang Jinchen.

Is the timing of his return to Nanzhou and the fall of the Wang family really just a coincidence?

Zhou Zhaohui suddenly got goosebumps, stepped over the brazier, and hurriedly got into the car.

——

"I lost again?" Jiang Jinchen shook his head with a look of convincing.

"Ten years of practice, and I can't beat you."

Mingjing's chess style is a gentle knife and a slow cut of flesh. When he feels pain, he is powerless to return to the sky.

When he thought he had figured out her style of chess and was about to change his chess path, she changed again.

Cut through the mess with a quick knife, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to turn over.

Just like herself, it looks like a clear stream, but it is actually unfathomable.

"It's a pity that your chess skills are unknown. You can sign up for the World Go Competition. With your strength, you will definitely have the last laugh."

Ming Jing raised her eyes and looked at Yang Xu, who was gently swaying under the eaves, like a snowflake in the sky.

"got windy."