In the early morning, a ray of sunshine emerged from the eastern sky.

Chen Zongheng has already done 10,000 push-ups and is done washing up.

Standing in front of the mirror, he put on a clean suit and uniform, combed his hair back. Then he put on the expensive Omega watch.

Soon, the Qiu family's nanny arrived and invited him to have breakfast with her at Qiu's villa.

Coming to Qiujia Manor for breakfast every day seems to have become a habit for Chen Zongheng.

When they arrived at the Qiu family manor, sisters Yiren and Shuangxia were already sitting at the dining table, waiting for the meal.

"Xiao Chen is here, dinner is ready." Father Qiu Huaihai put down the newspaper and said.

Blinking his big eyes under the autumn frost, he happily picked up a piece of steak and started eating it, just like a greedy cat eating snacks.

The sister Qiu Yiren on the side looked a little absent-minded. She gently picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak...but her beautiful eyes were flashing with thoughts.

How can she be safe when she is about to face the overwhelming revenge of the Huang family? Although the Qiu Group has a scale of hundreds of billions, compared with the hundred-year-old Huang family... it seems small, even weak. One of them has only been established for a few decades.

Among the emerging groups of the year, one is a clan that has been dormant for hundreds of years. One can imagine which one is stronger and which one is weaker.

But Chen Zongheng remained elegant. He held the steak and asked the nanny to pour a small glass of red wine. Red wine goes with the steak... This is how breakfast should be enjoyed.

After breakfast, six black Mercedes-Benz S600 cars were waiting outside.

After experiencing yesterday's attack, Qiu Yi was on guard today and brought three extra cars of bodyguards with her.

A total of six bulletproof Mercedes-Benz vehicles formed a convoy... escorting Qiu Yiren and drove towards the group building...

…

Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz convoy arrived safely at Qiu's Building.

Today, it seemed to be extremely peaceful. There were no obstacles or crises along the way, and it was so peaceful that it was overwhelming.

Qiu Yiren stepped on high heels and got out of the car.

More than a dozen bodyguards followed closely to protect him, forming a human wall.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings... For some reason, she felt... uneasy even more.

Today, it's too quiet.

She turned her head and glanced at Mr. Chen aside... She saw Chen Zongheng standing aside, puffing out smoke rings leisurely.

A trace of helplessness and complexity flashed in Qiu Yiren's eyes. This Mr. Chen... always looks calm and calm... Is he really not afraid of the Huang family? There are things in Shanghai that can make his face move.

What?

She shook her head lightly to disperse the complicated thoughts in her heart. She stepped on her high heels and walked straight into the group building.

Chen Zongheng held a cigarette in his mouth and walked into the building with a hint of yuppie.

…

The whole morning was quiet in Shanghai and Shanghai.

Everything is like the tranquility before the rainstorm.

Near noon, suddenly a Rolls-Royce Phantom... slowly drove towards Qiu's Building.

Slender retro body, obsidian black body... This is a top-notch Rolls-Royce luxury car that sells for tens of millions!

On the front of the Rolls-Royce is a local license plate from Shanghai City, but the license plate number is extremely eye-catching: Shanghai a88888!

This license plate alone is worth millions. And it has a price but no market! This is not just something that can be bought with money. This license plate represents a kind of supreme honor, power...a symbol of status!

The security guards at the entrance of Qiu Group were about to step forward to register, but at this moment, the window of the Rolls-Royce was lowered... A burly and muscular driver turned his head and glanced at the security guard with an indifferent look.

Deng Deng Deng. The two security guards of the Qiu Group's heart trembled suddenly... They were actually frightened away by the driver's gaze!

The driver's eyes...seemed to be filled with endless hostility. Those eyes seemed to be murderous!

The Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped at the downstairs of Qiu's Building, with its domineering license plate hanging in front of it, and no one dared to stop it.

The driver got out of the car, his burly and muscular body wrapped in a suit jacket, his eyes cold and cold, like a wild beast.

The guards at the door of the building were so frightened that they didn't even dare to ask questions.

The driver glanced around and after confirming that it was safe, he slowly came to the back door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, bowed and carefully opened the back door.

A pair of white rhinoceros leather shoes stepped out slowly, and then... a slender, handsome figure stepped out of the car.

The young man was wearing a light blue suit, his eyes were calm, and his face was as handsome as a knife.

The young man held a cigar in his hand, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath. Then he walked calmly towards the Qiu Mansion.

The burly driver followed slowly behind him with respectful eyes.

"Sir, may I ask...who are you looking for?" Two girls at the front desk asked cautiously. It seemed that the young man in a blue suit had such a strong aura that they didn't even dare to speak loudly, so they could only speak softly.

asked carefully.

But the young man didn't pay any attention to the two girls at the front desk. He blew out a puff of cigar smoke and walked calmly towards the elevator.

The driver behind him looked coldly, glanced at the girl at the front desk, and said slowly, "The young master of the Fuxing Group is here, why don't you go and report Qiu Yiren! Let her come to greet you."

Huh~! When they heard the words ‘Fuxing Group’, the two girls at the front desk were shocked and stunned!

This... this is... a famous super group in Shanghai! Fuxing Group, in the early 1990s... this name has deeply affected countless people in Jiangnan. In that era of reform and opening up, Fuxing Group represented brilliance!

It involves real estate, finance, insurance, mining, medicine... The entire group occupies almost all business chains! The chairman of Fuxing Group was the most powerful richest man in Jiangnan that year!

Now, although the position of the richest man has changed hands, but... Fuxing Group's powerful foundation is still terrifying! Although Qiu Yiren's Qiu Group is powerful, its scale is far less than one-tenth of Fosun Group. It is enough.

See how deep the galaxy is!

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Qiu's Building, CEO's office on the 99th floor.

Qiu Yiren was handling official business when the intercom phone in front of her desk suddenly rang.

She stopped what she was doing and picked up the phone.

After a few seconds, her pretty face changed, "What? The son of Fuxing Group is coming to visit?"

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were stunned. She hurriedly hung up the phone and stopped what she was doing.

She has never had any business contact with the Fosun Group... Why is the son of Fuxing Group visiting today?

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion. She tidied up her clothes, then walked out of the office on high heels and headed towards the elevator entrance.

At the same time, the VIP elevator slowly rose to the ninety-ninth floor.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the young man in a light blue suit looked calmly and slowly stepped out of the elevator door.

"Hello, Mr. Guo. You've come all the way...I'm sorry for the poor reception." Qiu Yi was kind and gentle, and she took the initiative to extend her hand.

Guo Shaoze's eyes were calm. Under his light blue suit, he slowly stretched out his right palm... and shook Qiu Yiren's hand.

"Miss Qiu, fame is worse than meeting." Guo Shaoze replied calmly, his eyes scanning Qiu Yiren's delicate body with a profound look.

The two of them are both young leaders of a wealthy group, but they have never interacted with each other on a daily basis. This face-to-face communication like today...is the first time.

Qiu Yi has a charming temperament. In the VIP room, the secretary prepared the best tea and snacks.

Guo Shaoze's personal driver... stood slowly at the door of the VIP room, with his hands folded in front of him... exuding an inexplicable aura of violence. Just from this aura, you can feel that this driver is not simple...

He must have had human lives on his hands! And more than one.

In the VIP conference room, Qiu Yi and Guo Shaoze sat opposite each other on the sofa, and the atmosphere seemed a bit quiet.

The sudden arrival of the young master of the Fuxing Group caught Qiu Yiren unexpectedly, and she couldn't help but feel wary.

Now that a storm is about to arise in Shanghai, the relationship between the Huang family and her Qiu Group has deteriorated to an unprecedented level. During this sensitive period, Guo Shaoze suddenly visited... What is his purpose?

Guo Shaoze sat on the sofa and took a sip of tea calmly.

"Miss Qiu, I heard... that the son of Mr. Huang was killed by a bodyguard under your group?" Guo Shaoze said slowly with a deep look.

Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes narrowed and she nodded slowly. The murder of the Huang family's son had made the whole city aware of it. There was an uproar! With the power network of the Guo family of the Fuxing Group, it was not difficult to find out the identity of the murderer.

Guo Shaoze suddenly laughed, his smile was light and gentle.

"The courage is commendable, Guo Mou admires him." Guo Shaoze's mouth curved deeply, "I wonder where this person is? Invite him over, I would like to meet him."

"Mr. Guo, do you want to see him?" Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes flashed with confusion.

"I really want to see you." Guo Shaoze said seriously, not as if he was joking.

Qiu Yiren hesitated and became even more confused. After thinking for a moment, she sent a text message to Chen Zongheng:

[Mr. Chen, are you free? There is a guest here... I would like to invite you to come over and meet you. 】

A few seconds later, she received a reply from Chen Zongheng. The content was very simple, with only four words: [Let him come over.]

Domineering, cold reply.

Seeing this text message, Qiu Yiren was helpless. She couldn't figure out Mr. Chen's soft and hard character.

"Mr. Guo, I'm sorry. Mr. Chen said... please go over and see him." Qiu Yiren said slowly.

The air suddenly became a little quiet.
To be continued...