Huang Ziwen threw himself into a flash, and couldn't help but stare at Xiaoke in anger, and asked coldly: "Miss Song, what do you mean?" Xiaoke sneered and said quietly: "Do you think I will hand over the drawing to you before I make sure my brother is safe? Don't dream, I'm not a fool!" Huang Ziwen frowned, with a strange smile on his face, and said: "You have to let me see if this drawing is true or false? If you trick me into taking a fake drawing to deceive me, and I will leave the person in vain, who will I ask for advice?"

Xiaoke sneered and said lightly: "Mr. Huang, you are the president of General Motors Huaxia District. You are powerful. My brother and I have no support. Do you have such a courage to play tricks on you? Besides, my brother is still in the hands of Brother Cheng and will lose his life at any time. Even if I have great courage, I have to worry about my brother's life, right?" Huang Ziwen snorted coldly and said: "If you really care about your brother's life, give me the drawings immediately!" Xiaoke couldn't help but frown and said: "What do you mean? I just want to make sure that my brother is still alive. Is this difficult for you? As long as you call Brother Cheng, I can know my brother's life and death, and you can get these drawings. Why do you still have to push back and stop? Is it not that you have no intention of using my brother to exchange these drawings?"

Seeing Xiaoke hugging the drawings tighter, Huang Ziwen frowned slightly, and laughed and said, "Miss Song, why are you so nervous? I was just joking with you just now.? Didn't you want me to be sure your brother is still alive? It's too simple. I'll call Brother Cheng now!" As he said that, he took out his cell phone and dialed Brother Cheng's phone. However, what puzzled him was that the phone had been in contact for a long time but no one answered it. Huang Ziwen's face became a little ugly, and a trace of ominous feeling appeared in his heart.

However, seeing Huang Ziwen's expression change, Xiaoke felt relaxed. The phone was clearly connected, but no one answered it, which must mean that something happened to Brother Cheng. Xiaoke immediately instinctively thought of Li Xiaogang. Thinking of Li Xiaogang's magical means, Xiaoke's heart was full of confidence. "Mr. Huang, why is it? You can't be fooling me, right?" Huang Ziwen hung up the phone fiercely and said angrily: "It's outrageous. I don't know what Brother Cheng is doing now, but I just refuse to answer my phone!"

Xiaoke smirked in his heart and said to himself, "I don't want to answer, it's probably impossible to answer." After a while, Xiaoke's beautiful eyebrows were tightly clustered together, staring at Huang Ziwen, and said in a cold and serious voice: "Huang Ziwen, I don't care what you and Brother Cheng are doing! In short, if I can't see my brother, the drawing will not be handed over to you in one day." When Huang Ziwen heard this, he hurriedly said, "Ms. Song, everything is easy to discuss! Brother Cheng may have something to do, but I didn't hear the phone number, so I will call it later. Can you show me the drawing first? You also know my identity as Huang Ziwen. I will not lie to you a little girl!"

Xiaoke sneered and said quietly: "Come on! Your identity is noble, but your character is really unfavorable. Since you can threaten me with my brother, I can't guarantee that you will not lie to me!" Xiaoke's stubbornness made Huang Ziwen lose his patience. Huang Ziwen slapped the table suddenly and said angrily: "Song Xiaoke, don't be too arrogant! What kind of person is I, Huang Ziwen? Being able to sit here to talk to you today has given you great face. You have to give this drawing today, and you have to give it if you don't! Otherwise, you and your damn brother will not have a good time!"

Xiaoke couldn't help but sneer, and said happily: "My surname is Huang, you've revealed your true colors in just a few words? I think you're nothing great!" Huang Ziwen stood up with anger on his face, then slowly sat back with a sarcastic smile, and said gloomy: "I'm nothing great anymore, I'm a hundred times better than you, a traitor who sells the owner and wants honor. Hehe, Hu Rong regards you as a sister on weekdays, and she probably never dreamed that you would slap hard behind the scenes. I think Hu Rong is crying sadly now! Haha!"

Huang Ziwen said it was extremely sinister and vicious, and he touched Xiaoke's biggest sad thing without mercy at this moment. Before Huang Ziwen finished speaking, Xiaoke's face changed. He stood up full of anger and excitement, shouting at Huang Ziwen: "This is all you and your elder brother are the bastards!" Huang Ziwen spread his hands, loosened his shoulders, and said with a pout, "So what if we forced you? Betrayal was your choice after all. Yes, you were for your younger brother, and it was understandable, but the fact that you betrayed Hu Rong can never be changed. Song Xiaoke, from the moment you stole this drawing from the Longhao Group, you have no longer been innocent. When you say that I am despicable and insidious, it is best to see what kind of face you are, a traitor!"

"Shut up!" Xiaoke stood up unbearably and slapped Huang Ziwen hard on the face. Huang Ziwen waved his hand and grabbed Xiaoke's wrist. With a little force, Xiaoke sang loudly and couldn't bear it. Seeing Xiaoke's face change in pain, Huang Ziwen gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Song Xiaoke, I, Huang Ziwen, will definitely take you! You'd better be honest!" As he said that, he suddenly pushed Song Xiaoke hard and pushed her heavily into the seat.

Seeing Huang Ziwen's face full of smug smiles, Xiaoke's anger was getting stronger and stronger. He couldn't say anything, but he couldn't beat him. Xiaoke felt that he was so useless, and tears couldn't help but roar in his eyes. Huang Ziwen smiled proudly and said, "Song Xiaoke, you accept your fate!" Song Xiaoke lowered his head and asked coldly, "Tell me the truth, are you going to put Longhao Group to death?" Now that the matter is now, Huang Ziwen doesn't need to hide it, so he simply opens up and says, "You are right!

You said that Longhao Group is not good for changing production, but it wants to turn to cars. Even if it turns to produce cars, as long as it manages me well, I will turn a blind eye. Anyway, the automobile market in China is so big, so it doesn’t matter if she has such a mouth. But Hu Rong shouldn’t be brave and compete with me! I kicked Ma Bing and Zhou Tao out of the company, and he will use them again. What does this mean? This is a nasty challenge! I, Huang Ziwen, have always only one principle in my life. I respect him if others worship me, but if anyone wants to destroy me, I will smash him first!"

Huang Ziwen's words made Xiaoke's heart feel a little cold. When she recalled that when Li Xiaogang told her this before, she was a little dissatisfied, but unexpectedly, everything was caught by Li Xiaogang. Huang Ziwen was really a despicable villain! If she hadn't met Li Xiaogang, then the Longhao Group would have been finished. Shaking her head, Xiaoke's heart added a little hatred to Huang Ziwen, and then asked coldly: "What about my brother and I? If I really handed over this drawing to you, will you let me and my brother?"

Huang Ziwen chuckled a few times and said lightly, "Well, I don't have the final say! The elder brother has the final say. He said he could let go, but I can plead for you." Song Xiaoke looked up at Huang Ziwen with shock and anger, stared at her huge eyes, and gritted her teeth and asked, "But that was not what you said yesterday!" Huang Ziwen waved his hand and said sarcastically: "Today is today, yesterday is yesterday. Isn't this world constantly changing and developing? Hahaha..."

"You... you despicable villain, do you still have a conscience?" Xiaoke roared angrily. Huang Ziwen snorted coldly and said with a gloomy face: "Don't talk about conscience with me. In the business circle, you are just intrigue! Whoever talks about conscience is the biggest fool, and the final outcome can only be a bad death! Song Xiaoke, since he has already said it, then I will tell you that since you are here today, you have to hand over this drawing, and you have to hand over it if you don't hand over it!" Song Xiaoke raised his eyebrows, hugged the drawing tightly in front of his chest, and said coldly: "I just don't hand over it. Can you still dare to kill me?"

Huang Ziwen sneered and snapped his fingers twice. Several bodyguards in black and burly figures opened the car door and walked out of the car in a daze. Song Xiaoke was a little scared and changed his color. He looked at Huang Ziwen and asked in a daze: "What do you...what do you want to do?" Huang Ziwen laughed a few times and said quietly: "What do you want to do? Hehe, I tell you Song Xiaoke, there is something called privilege in this world. To tell you, kill someone who is irrelevant, I, Huang Ziwen, really doesn't care about it. Leave the drawings to me, you can save your life and be the wife of the eldest brother. Maybe you can protect your brother from death. But if you insist on not handing over, then I can only kill you first and then take it myself!"

"Hey, what do you want to do? Let's go right now! If you make trouble here again, I will call the police!" Song Xiaoke often went to this small restaurant for dinner. Slowly, the owner of the small restaurant was familiar with him. At this time, he saw a few big men trying to bully Song Xiaoke, and stood up as soon as he finished speaking. However, as soon as he finished speaking, two men in black suddenly overturned the owner of the restaurant to the ground at Huang Ziwen's instructions, and then punched and kicked him.

Listening to the miserable howl of the restaurant owner, Song Xiaoke yelled anxiously: "Stop! Don't you want the drawings? I'll give them to you!" Xiaoke's words made Huang Ziwen grin, wave his hand, stop the two men in black, looked at Song Xiaoke, stretched out his hand, and sneered: "What are you waiting for? Hand the drawings to me!" Seeing the restaurant owner who was covered in bruises and kept wailing, Song Xiaoke felt angry and threw the file bag in his hand to Huang Ziwen. Huang Ziwen took it, smiled proudly, and said quietly: "I really didn't expect that our Miss Song was a great charity, haha... If I had known this, I wouldn't have had to spend so much quarrel before."
Chapter completed!