Meeting

Ye Bei had lived for too long.

He had seen many people and many things.

He knew people's hearts better...

When the benefits were sufficient, the lay people could do everything.

Master and servant betrayed.

Father and son kill each other.

The husband and wife separated...

What he said just now was just a casual emotion, but he did not expect that it caused such a big reaction from these servants. However, when he saw these people kneeling on the ground, Ye Bei didn't say much, just quietly talking to these people. He swept over their bodies one by one.

His gazes were random.

But those people who were kneeling on the ground were sweating coldly.

...

At this moment, under the Kunlun Mountain.

In the very center of Q City, there was a huge manor with an area of ​​at least 750,000 square meters, which was the same as the palace of a former dynasty.

There was greenery here.

There were odd-shaped rocks and a giant swimming pool.

There were thousands of years old cedar trees!

The manor was full of modern and ancient Chinese architectural styles, which looked extremely gorgeous and elegant.

This manor named Three-Legged Dragon Manor, it was the headquarters of the Zhao Family in China.

In Q City, even the mayor would not be eligible to enter without the approval of the Zhao Family.

However, at this time, the atmosphere in the manor was quite strange.

The manor had a large conference room, covered an area of ​​2,000 square meters. On the walls, there were expensive calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere, just a pair of them worth more than ten million.

On the ground, there were ancient porcelains, each of which could be called a national treasure.

Even the carpets here were custom made by LV. At each meeting, it would be replaced with the latest model.

In this conference room, there were two rows of chairs with a total of 102 seats. Each chair was made of high-quality yellow rosewood. It was even more carefully crafted by craftsmen. You can take out one at random and it could be regarded as a priceless artwork.

Today, all the chairs in this conference room were full of people. But no one spoke.

Even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be heard as well.

On the main seat sat a middle-aged man.

His hair was gray, he wore a white shirt, a golden tie, and a pair of gold-framed glasses.

He looked very majestic and cold.

When his gaze fell randomly on a certain person, that person could not help but bowed his head and dared not speak.

This man was Zhao Kun's biological father, Zhao Changcun!

Click...

His fingers lightly tapped the conference table, making a clicking sound.

After a long time, Zhao Changcun spoke and broke the silence, with a bit of cold killing intent in his voice, "Old Master left yesterday, everyone knows that the rise of our Zhao family is closely related to the elder of Kunlun Mountain, so after the Old Master left, he went to Kunlun Mountain to take Old Wang down the mountain, and use the strength of the Zhao family to provide for him... However, because the Old Master left, Old Wang turned his face and refused to recognize others, not only rejected the kindness of our Zhao Family but he also severely injured Kun'er, he is still unconscious and even killed the bodyguards cruelly..."

When talking about this, Zhao Changcun still showed a distressed and indignant look.

"Kun'er is right! The fault is with us... Old Master is gone, some people think that our Zhao Family has collapsed, and even Old Wang directly refused to associate with us again. I think everyone knows the situation we are facing now. Right?" The sound just fell.

In the conference room, someone finally jumped up to take the call.

Zhao Kun's cousin, Zhao Jing, was very imposing, "Yes, the uncle is right! The Old Immortal in Kunlun Mountain, he's really shameless. He really thought that just because he had given the Zhao Family some help, so he could stand high? This time, he even hurt little brother Kun, this has already shown that he's breaking the relationship with our Zhao Family, so we need not give him face anymore… Grandpa is no longer here, our Zhao Family should unite and prove it to everyone that we don't need anyone's help."

The chatterbox opened, and the strange atmosphere quietly dissipated in the meeting room.

People in the Zhao family, under the deliberate guidance of Zhao Changcun, began to express their opinions.

"According to me, that shit Old Immortal is just bullshit. It's the 21st century, and everyone believes in science. How can there be any shit ghosts? That old thing is so self-righteous that he really considers himself the number one person."

"He's shameless to act on a junior."

"Yeah, it's fine that he took action, but he even threatened that Zhao Kun humiliated him. As far as I know, Zhao Kun is very polite on weekdays... what the hell is wrong with that old man?"

"I know, it's because Old Master is gone; he doesn't take us seriously at all."

"Hey, I think it's totally possible to find someone to assassinate him. The Old Immortal has always lived deep in Kunlun Mountain. On weekdays, only a few special police officers protect him. It is too easy to kill him!"

The vast majority of Zhao Family members said coldly.

Zhao Changcun just listened silently to these voices... His eyes were faint.

After a long time, when the anger of these people reached the climax, he spoke...

"Everyone be quiet!" When the meeting room resumes quietness he continued, "After Kun'er has been there, the news has spread. Now, Kunlun Mountain has been blocked, and many big people have gone to meet Old Wang... Next, the department all of you are responsible for is likely to face various blows. Please don't be nervous and work hard to hold on... In the future, we will still have the opportunity to retaliate! Our Zhao family is engaged in the real estate industry. During the period of rapid economic development, our output value will never be shaken in the slightest!"

"Yes, uncle!"

"Yes!"

"Don't worry, we are still young, but how long can that old thing live?"

"I will definitely avenge Zhao Kun."

The seniors of the Zhao family were full of confidence.

About an hour later...

This meeting was over.

After the meeting, Zhao Changcun came to the manor alone and went inside a safe house.

Only Zhao Bingsheng knew about this place, the living facilities there were complete, an ordinary could live in it safe and sound for at least three months.

When Zhao Changcun entered this safe house.

Inside...

On the white sofa, an old man with white hair, wearing a golden yellow coat with a leading cane.

The old man did not release the slightest momentum.

He looked like an ordinary old man...

His face was full of wrinkles and furrows as if he was a lamp that would go out at any time.

However, if one looked carefully, that person will find that his eyes were full of wisdom as if everything had been seen thoroughly by him, and the aging face also revealed a trace of vitality.

Zhao Changcun came in here and closed the door.

When standing in front of the old man, he bent slightly, his eyes were all respectful, and he reported in a deep voice, "Old Master, your guess is correct. After Kun'er was sent to the hospital, nine families went to Kunlun Mountain..."