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Also in a suburban villa complex in Dongshan Province, a luxurious villa stands in the middle. There are many antiques and calligraphy in this villa. A middle-aged man is sitting on a chair. He is burly and his eyes are uncertain, like a demon.

He is Chen Wentai, chairman of Chen Group.

Just when he was thinking, the phone rang.

Chen Wentai picked up the phone, and a voice came from the phone saying "830": "Brother, it's bad, our Chen family's industry is under attack."

"What? Who dares to attack my Chen family's industry?" Chen Wentai's face turned pale when he heard this, and he looked at the void with cold eyes and said: "Is someone causing trouble?"

Although he was hiding in the dark, he was not alone. He had three or four allies, all of whom were well-known crocodile-level figures in Dongshan Province. Each of them was not inferior to his Chen family, and even better.

Besides, there is a powerful and terrifying force behind these big guys. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Even if a strong dragon comes to Dongshan Province, it may be afraid of it.

"There is no news yet, but the company has suffered heavy losses and five or six senior executives have been arrested." An anxious voice came from the phone.

"Damn it!" Chen Wentai roared with a ferocious face: "Find out who gave the order, I will tear them to pieces!"

"Brother, I have sent people to track them down." The man on the other end of the phone said respectfully: "Also, brother, the old man's birthday is coming soon, and you need to prepare gifts."

"Well, I know." Chen Wentai nodded and said: "You will handle this matter, I will go back later."

"Brother, you should go back." A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone: "I am worried that the old man will vent his anger on you, after all, Chen Wende has committed a heinous crime."

"Okay, I will rush back now." Chen Wentai took a deep breath and said, his fists creaking. This matter involves his interests, and he must come back to deal with it personally.

Then he hung up the phone, with a gloomy look on his face, and said: "Huang Quan, I hope it's not you, otherwise I don't mind killing you." As he spoke, he stood up and turned to walk into the villa.

In another villa, Chen Wenchang's father, Chen Wentai, was lying on the sofa. In front of the sofa stood an old man with a hunched figure, gray hair, and wearing a Tang suit...

"Teacher, are we really not going to intervene?" Chen Wenchang's father asked.

"Don't worry, just wait and see." The gray-haired old man in a Tang suit shook his head slightly.

"Well, okay." Chen Wenchang's father sighed slightly after hearing this. This matter was too serious.

"Achang, you have been busy these days. Go to bed early. I will take you to the airport tomorrow." The old man in the Tang suit said gently with his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked at his grandson in front of him softly.

“Thank you, Grandpa.” Chen Wenchang said with a smile: “You should also go to bed early. Good night.” As he spoke, his figure turnedHe walked into the room.

The old man in Tang suit looked at Chen Wenchang's back with complicated eyes.

"Achang, when this matter is settled, I will let you inherit the Chen family's property." The old man in Tang suit muttered to himself. This matter was very big, and even the big families in Beijing were alarmed.

And the old man didn't want this to continue, because he felt more and more deeply that those so-called powerful people controlled wealth and power that ordinary people could not imagine, but treated ordinary people as ants and crushed them to death.