The landlord fools me every day

It is very convenient to have money.

Move your fingers up and down a little, and those public opinions will come and go quickly.

Yang Anping looked at the strands that shot up in a straight line, and couldn't help raising his lips.

He said that those greedy guys only stared at the money, and after the news of what was there or not disappeared for a while, the ants would eagerly crawl back and continue to climb his thigh.

After the situation calmed down a bit, Yang Anping held a press conference, intending to "clarify" his company's recent malicious slander.

Watching the TV broadcast, Zhang Zhushi, who was leaning on the sofa, humming a little tune and shaking his calf, smiled: "Is this guy an idiot?"

As if he had a heart-to-heart connection, not long after Zhang Zhushi said this, Yang Anping smiled at the camera, looking a little weird and sullen.

Hehe, not only did he send someone to keep an eye on the Zhang family, but he also checked the details and current situation of the people present one by one early in the morning. He also arranged several security guards at various entrances and exits, and even arranged several masters on the network side of their company Hackers, just to get through today's press conference smoothly.

Anyway, after this clarification is over, no matter what Zhang Zhushi and the others say, he, Yang Anping, will spend money to cover up the truth.

Maybe when the time comes, they can bite and step on others again, so as to push Yang to a higher position.

When Zhang Zhu was stared at like this, he gradually put away the smile on his face.

He squeezed the paper in his hand, glanced at the time on his watch, then got up neatly, and strode out of the house.

Maybe in terms of money alone, their family really can't be compared with Yang's now, but they can still afford a small amount of money like buying a hot search.

On the only way to the Yang Group, Zhang Zhushi was driving the car with his foot lightly on the gas pedal, his hands resting on the car window and his head stuck, with a relaxed expression.

Through the rearview mirror, he could roughly see that there were four or five cars following him closely.

"Cut, it's exactly what I want." He snorted softly, stepped on the gas pedal quickly, and then turned into a side path.

The moment the people behind the car caught up, Yang Anping's loyal little assistant suddenly ordered: "Run into him! Finish him right here!"

"But Cao Shuo!"

"No but!"

If he can't get it, he will destroy it!

With a "bang", the car turned over.

After a while, the surveillance video and the video taken by pedestrian puppets quickly became popular searches.

What happened so suddenly and violently, the netizens did not think about other things for a while, but focused all their attention on who was hit and maliciously hit—the second son of the Zhang family and An assistant who has been with the chairman of the Yang family for many years.

The extra time was when Yang's clarification conference was held today after a series of scandals broke out in the Yang's Group.

Everything is too causal and fruitful.

As a result, netizens have formed two waves after speculation.One is that Yang deliberately murdered people to silence her, and the other is that Zhang came here to touch porcelain maliciously.

However, after time's screening and precipitation, the latter's voice gradually disappeared among more and more voices of the former.

Because they subconsciously felt that no one would risk their own lives to touch this kind of porcelain, let alone the person who "touched porcelain" was the precious second son of the Zhang family, so that was even more impossible.

On the other side, Zhang Hezhi, who had just received the news, said to Zhang Yonghui: "Is it true that there is no need to artificially control the direction of public opinion?"

"No need." Zhang Yonghui clicked the mouse and quickly scanned the latest wave of posts, "This is beneficial to us, but it will appear unreal if it is artificially manipulated. And I believe that the eyes of the masses are also discerning. "

The press conference felt like sitting on pins and needles, and Yang Anping, who forced himself to be calm, was about to bleed out of anger from his good-for-nothing assistant.

Why this time? !

Why is everything such a coincidence? !

why!why! !

Could it be that the Yang family that he has painstakingly managed for so many years is going to be destroyed like this? ! !

After receiving the change in wind direction, the reporters' questions gradually became sharper.

"Chairman Yang, what do you think of the 'Mr. Yang wants to kill Mr. Zhang' that just broke out?"

"Hehe, this fact is not true. I am sitting here, how can I order my assistant to kill people? I think this should be a pure traffic accident."

"You are wrong, Father." Before other questions could be uttered, the explosiveness of the message was pushed to another level by Yang Zekui who suddenly took off his hat and stood out of the crowd.

"Why are you here!" Subconsciously, Yang Anping came back to his senses, "No, I mean, Zekui, why are you here?"

Yang Zekui didn't care about the obvious changes, he just smiled at the media reporter: "Hello everyone, I am Yang Zekui, the only heir of the Yang family and the only son of Chairman Yang, and I am currently the executive president of the Yang family. "

As he said, he opened the folder in his hand: "In it, there are all criminal records and detailed evidence about my father, oh no, about Chairman Yang. Media reporters can take a look carefully. Help me The truth that has been buried for many years has surfaced."

Wei Dun, as if to ensure the innocence of both parties, he added: "Let me explain, I will stand up today not as the only son of Chairman Yang, or the only heir of the Yang family, but now I am simply Yang Zekui. An ordinary person who doesn't want to go against his conscience."

Yang Zekui, who was being slapped constantly under the flashlights of the media, smiled calmly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, forming a very sharp contrast with Yang Anping, who was sitting behind him with a dark face.

When he turned around, Yang Anping heard Yang Zekui's sarcasm as if it didn't exist: "Dad, in fact, Yang's real power has slowly become mine since a long time ago, but you don't know it yet."

At this point, Yang Anping, who knew everything was really exposed, only wanted to know one thing, when did his stupid assistant turn traitor?

And which side is he from - the Bai family?Zhang family?

Or, the people under Yang Zekui of the Yang family?

The answer to this question is unknown, because soon, he was taken away by the police.

And there are many reasons for being taken away, so many that they may not be exhausted at one time.

Before approaching, Yang Zekui, who was watching Yang Anping get into the police car with cold eyes, curled his lips expressionlessly at him.

Then, he said to Yang Anping who was looking at him through the glass window with his lips: Good luck.

His eyes were fierce, and Yang Anping's eyes were firmly fixed on him, looking vicious as if he was about to skin him and cramp.

The traitor!This poisonous snake!Why did he keep him by his side!Why does he have a wild dog who forgot his family training!

why!

Why didn't he kill this traitor who disobeyed him early in the morning!

The subsequent press conference was directly canceled by Yang Zekui, and he hastily pushed back some follow-up interviews.

The purpose was to find Zhang Zhushi who was still lying in the hospital for emergency treatment.

"asshole!"

He stepped on the gas pedal hard, driving the car on the verge of speeding.

When he arrived, Yang Zekui, who had asked questions at the front desk, didn't stop, turned a few turns in a hurry, and ran to the operating room at the end of the corridor.

Staring at the words "under operation" on the red light, Yang Zekui, who was stunned for a long time, turned his gaze to Zhang Hezhi who was sitting beside him.

"He..." He couldn't come up with the rest of the words.

Zhang Hezhi understood what he meant: "I didn't know he would be so crazy. This is different from our original plan."

Then, he paused to add: "It should be fine."

"Should?!" Hearing these two words, Yang Zekui suddenly became agitated, stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Hezhi's collar and questioned, "I'm cooperating with you secretly with my eyes closed, not because of other people or anything. Bullshit benefits! It's because of the man lying in the operating room! It's because of Zhang Zhushi! Now you tell me you should?!"

"Calm down first." Zhang Hezhi sighed, "As his elder brother, I'm also very anxious. My dad's side, he... He was so anxious that he had high blood pressure."

"I don't care!" Yang Zekui let go of him, "If he dies or something, I have a lot of ways to make the current company under my company still be named Yang!"

After saying this, he left.

After coming out of the hospital, Yang Zekui sat numbly in the car for a long time.Thinking he had calmed down, he started the car and was about to leave.

But when the car stereo started to play Zhang Zhushi's favorite song on its own, Yang Zekui couldn't hold back anymore and cried uncontrollably.

For the next week, when Zhang Zhushi was in the intensive care unit, Yang Zekui would drink at home every day.

In the early morning, Yang Zekui woke up in a daze after being awakened by the hurried doorbell, wiped his face and went to open the door.

As soon as he came into view, the little assistant outside the door was taken aback by Yang Zekui's unkempt face.

"Oh, Mr. Yang?! You?!" She stopped in time for the latter words, "Ah, hehe, that Mr. Yang, recently the company—"

"I don't want to hear it." After Li Le dropped this sentence, Yang Zekui immediately closed the door.

Immediately, the little assistant who was disturbed by the gust of wind caused by Yang Zekui closing the door took a deep breath, and then rang the doorbell: "Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang! Please open the door! The company really needs you!"

After a long while, Yang Zekui, who was so quarreled, opened the door again: "Have you had enough! Believe it or not, I fired you!"

For a moment, the little assistant shut his mouth in fear.

Seeing this, Yang Zekui rubbed his hair and turned his head: "Sorry, I'm not in a good mood recently."

"It's okay, it's okay." The little assistant waved his hand immediately, "It's just, it's just that the company really—"

The little assistant, whose voice was getting softer, kept observing Yang Zekui's expression, and after confirming that the person in front of him showed no sign of anger, he continued, "Mr. In such a situation, just give up on yourself and the company.”

Yang Zekui pursed his lips, his face still expressionless.

So, the little assistant went on to say: "Mr. Yang, what do you think Mr. Zhang would rather take such a big risk? Is it to show the truth and get back what belongs to him? If you continue to do this As the decadence continues, the state of the company is getting worse and worse, so I think, if Mr. Zhang wakes up, he won't be happy to see you and the company like this, right?"

The little assistant who finished speaking in one go twitched his hands nervously: "Yang, Mr. Yang? Are you——listening?"

Yang Zekui, who was still expressionless, said lightly: "I see."

Immediately, the smiling little assistant almost jumped three feet high on the spot.

"That's good Mr. Yang! I'll be waiting for you here!" Her voice couldn't hide the joy and excitement.

Hearing the sound, Yang Zekui just glanced at her again, and when he turned around, he said "thank you" softly.