As the saying goes: It is easy to share the sufferings, but it is difficult to share the sufferings.

When we are suffering, we can be together because the goal is very clear, so we will no longer suffer!

But after the hardships and sweetness came, everyone had their own ideas and it was difficult to concentrate their goals together. Not to mention the Jia Fengchun and the Mirande family, the two families that had combined interests, even Shang Yin, Li Qingcang, Xu Yun and others in the north also parted ways because of different ideas after making money?

This is an inevitable product of progress to a certain level, and it doesn’t matter whether it is good or bad.

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Jia Fengchun hung up the phone, but was not confused by their arrogance. It was really difficult for Shang Yang to take out the video public at this time. In addition to being busy with himself, there was another important reason: Shang Yang performed well, and thought that he had converted to Buddhism and had no disputes with the world, so he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

He leaned against the chair, raised his fingers and tapped the table.

Consider what to do, and you can't do nothing, otherwise outsiders will really think they are a traitorous villain, but if they do it, if they don't stand with the Mirande family, others will think they are angry and embarrassed.

“Cold treatment!”

Jia Fengchun thought about it and came up with three words. It was not completely cold to deal with it, but to ignore it first and wait for the matter to decline after a while before the popularity of the matter declined.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch. I saw that it was almost twelve o'clock and was about to get off work.

I stood up and did not go out immediately, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the night view of Niucheng. Even at midnight, the lights and wine were still bright and prosperous.

He used to watch it often, but he could never find the feeling of looking down on everything.

Since Shang Yang and the Wang family fell, he suddenly realized that he had no need to stand on a high place, and everything was already being stepped on by himself.

But he still likes to stand here before getting off work every day.

It's not about prosperity, but about scenery...

Recently, he felt as emotional as Qin Shihuang back then, "I can conquer the seven kingdoms and pacify the world, should God give me immortality?"

I watched it for five minutes.

Retracting his gaze, walking out of the office, and leaving the door without having to pass through the office area, there is a special elevator, which is the only one who can use. The elevator goes directly to the garage, and the garage is also independent, with exclusive cars parked inside.

"How is Taiping?"

He got into the car, leaned back, and asked with his eyes closed.

Jia Taiping was not strong enough, but he was his biological son after all. Although he was rescued by suicide in the hospital, the doctor's diagnosis was that he relieved severe depression and currently only had drugs to treat.

"I still don't say anything. The doctor said I would sit up once today..." the driver responded.

"Why…"

Jia Fengchun sighed. In the past, Jia Taiping was just lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and wanted to commit suicide when there were emotional fluctuations. It was already a great improvement to be able to sit up today, but this kind of progress is still a distance away from normal people.

The only thing that made him feel relieved was.

Qi Yingxue's child grew up healthily. The little guy grew nearly three pounds last month and was very healthy.

He used to hear people say that they didn’t believe it after another generation, but now he finally understands that when he learned to be a father, his son no longer needed to take care of himself. He officially started with his grandfather...

"Go and have a look?"

The driver asked tentatively when he saw that he didn't speak.

Jia Fengchun pondered for a moment: "No need, go back..."

He often went to see him in the middle of the night because he was worried that during the day, Jia Taiping turned his head inadvertently and made eye contact with him. The last time he touched his eyes, his heart was cut.

Seeing that he refused, the driver didn't say much, and he was stable

Open the underground garage.

When I came to the street, I set out toward Jia Fengchun's residence, walked through the still bustling street, and came to the suburbs, and could not see anyone on both sides.

It drove a few hundred meters again.

You can see a black car parked on the empty road.

"Buzz"

The moment they passed by, the car suddenly started and issued a harsh reimbursement.

Jia Fengchun still didn't open his eyes. There were fewer cars on this road at night, and young people often drove here, so he was not surprised.

The driver looked at the rearview mirror and frowned slightly, because the black sedan was following him all the time, and he could vaguely feel bad intentions.

He started to step on the accelerator and accelerated.

“Buzz…”

The black sedan behind is speeding up, and the car lineup should be changed. It is very noisy and sounds extremely harsh.

"Boss, sit firmly!"

The driver was not panicked at all, but became more serious. He grabbed the wire tray with one hand and took out the phone with the other hand, preparing to call for rescue.

Upon hearing this, Jia Fengchun slowly opened his eyes and looked at the side. A car was driving side by side. Then he saw the car window slowly lowering, revealing a man wearing a clown mask from inside, holding a gun in one hand and aiming.

Jia Fengchun remained motionless and stared at the clown mask. He was not worried about his safety at all, because the car had been modified as a whole, and the body weighed 5.5 tons, which was equivalent to two Rolls-Royces. Simply put, let alone pistols, it was difficult for even sniper rifles to be shot in unless it was armor-piercing/munition.

But there is no such thing in the country.

"Boss, they will arrive in ten minutes!" The driver put down the phone.

As if he didn't hear it, Jia Fengchun continued to stare at the clown next to him who pointed the gun at him. He was considering who would send a killer to find him.

There are indeed many people who offend.

Shang Yang?

It is impossible, because with Shang Yang's current identity, even if he really kills himself, he will be buried with him. After all, in the eyes of some people, he is too different from himself, and it is impossible to tolerate him repeatedly without rules. Of course, if he wants to die together, he will say something else.

Mirande family?

The action should not be so fast. The video was just revealed for a few hours, and the killer was ready and the speed was a little too fast.

Who else can be there?

Wang Yuze? He doesn't look like a brainless person either.

Thinking about it.

"Swish..."

The clown next to him suddenly shot.

However, what was shot out was not a bullet, but a liquid, a pitch-black liquid. The liquid scattered and the glass went down a little, and immediately solidified, making the originally transparent glass pitch black. In an instant, the car became much darker.

"Boss, tie the seat belt!"

Seeing this, the driver accelerated again, and the dial had already pointed to one hundred and four.

"Buzz"

At this moment, the car next to him also accelerated again, much faster than before. In the blink of an eye, he surpassed the front of the car. The man with a clown face came out of the car window, took out a larger gun, aimed it at the windshield and started spraying.

With just a few strokes, most of the vision was blocked.

The driver turned on the wiper and found that he could not scrape it off at all. His forehead was immediately covered with sweat. It was like driving without sight at such a speed, which was tantamount to seeking death.

"Sit down!"

The driver reminded him again, then turned the steering wheel to the left.

"Bang!"

The front of the car is on the rear of the black sedan, and this is the only way to solve it. As long as they are solved, they can relieve their worries.

Although the black sedan has been modified with an engine and a row, the weight of the car is not in the same level at all.

The moment the collision occurred, the car slipped on the road and almost overturned.

The black sedan seemed to be irritated, holding a gun and quickly ejecting the windshield.

"Crack..."

Before retiring, the driver drove for big shots and had excellent driving skills. He knew that he would miss the best opportunity if he didn't knock it over in the first time. The car next to him was deliberately keeping the distance. It was difficult to avoid the jet. The best way was to throw it away!

Turn the steering wheel hard on your hand and pull up the handbrake.

There was a perfect drift on the road, and a thick smoke came out of the wheels and the front of the car had turned.

Press the accelerator again and go against the road.

He looked at his watch and knew that the rescue had been around for some time, so he could only continue driving.

"I'm dead, who is the biggest beneficiary?"

Jia Fengchun was not panicked at all, and was still thinking about who it was. He had a very terrible idea. The biggest beneficiary was his son!

He kept saying that he had deprived him of his inheritance qualification, but it did not implement it in legal documents. He still had the inheritance qualification.

Then, the idea was swept away.

It's nothing more than that his son cannot do this. Besides, he has no conditions and is under surveillance all day long.

"Who can it be?"

He was thinking.
To be continued...