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Chapter 812

There were already hundreds of people inside the abandoned farmhouse, and these people all had sharp blades on their waists or in their arms.

In the middle of these thugs, Yang Tianhuang was sitting on a Taishi chair. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand, blowing the powdered tea leaves, and asked Qian Ji next to him: "Are our men all arranged?"

"Everything is OK."

Yang Tianhuang said again: "Call Chen Xingran again and ask where he is?"

Just when Qianji was about to make a call, a subordinate came over to report: "Mr. Yang, Chen Xingran's people have arrived at the gate!"

Yang Tianhuang put down the tea cup and said with a sinister smile: "The show is about to begin."

Qian Ji also smiled and said: "Mr. Yang, how many trump cards do you think Chen Xingran can use of yours?"

"Excluding Du Tiande, I have three trump cards in total. I hope I won't use any of these three trump cards. However, Chen Xingran is a person who is good at creating surprises. I allow him to use up to two of my trump cards. If it comes to

The third trump card is that he is someone I, Yang Tianhuang, admire. After he dies, I will personally give him a stick of incense."

Qian Ji, who was on the side, laughed and said: "Chen Xingran is still too young. He still wants to fight you because he knows Feng Shui and martial arts. Now that you are serious, his end will only be death."

While Yang Tianhuang and Qian Ji were chatting and laughing, Chen Xingran led his people into this abandoned farmhouse.

Just when the two sides were about to negotiate, a group of people holding swing sticks and baseball bats suddenly rushed in from Chen Xingran's cosmetics company in Leyun City.

Then a young man with a luxury watch and dyed hair got out of a Porsche.

This young man is Yang Tianhuang’s son, Yang Shuai.

Yang Shuai is holding a mobile phone in his hand, and Zhang Ning and Meiyang Live are playing on his mobile phone.

As soon as Yang Shuai got out of the car, his men came up to him and said with a smile: "Young Master Yang, please wait here for a moment, and we will 'invite' the two beauties in the live broadcast room out right now."

Yang Shuai said while watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone: "I heard that the general manager of Su Ran Group, Zhou Mengyun, is as beautiful as a flower, not much worse than the pure goddess Zhang Ning. By the way, please invite their boss Zhou out for me."

The reason why Yang Shuai dared to go to Su Ran Group Cosmetics Company to cause trouble at this time was because he already knew some of his father Yang Tianhuang's plans. Although he only had a partial understanding, he knew that Chen Xingran would definitely die at his father's hands today.

inside.

In the past, he didn't dare to touch the beauties of Chen Xingran's company, but now, the situation is about to change, and Yang Shuai doesn't want to wait for a minute.

When the security guards of the cosmetics company saw Yang Shuai, they didn't dare to provoke him and hid themselves.

Zhou Mengyun was still discussing matters with several business leaders in the office when she was interrupted by a hurried knock on the door from her secretary.

The secretary rushed into the office and shouted anxiously to Zhou Mengyun: "Mr. Zhou, something happened. Yang Tianhuang's son brought a group of gangsters to our company to cause trouble. When the company's security guards saw that it was Yang Shuai, they were so scared that they all hid.

Yang Shuai's people are breaking down the door now and will probably rush in soon. What should we do, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Mengyun's expression suddenly changed. She originally wanted to call Chen Xingran immediately, but she remembered that today was the day for negotiations between Chen Xingran and Yang Tianhuang.

Yang Tianhuang announced to the public that he would negotiate with Chen Xingran today. Chen Xingran kept this from Zhou Mengyun and did not tell her that the so-called negotiation was actually a showdown.
Chapter completed!
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