Rural Shennong

Mao Ting's intestines were full of regrets. If he had known that Chen Ping was so difficult to provoke, he would not have chosen to join the Yang family and fight against Chen Ping if he was killed.

Chen Ping raised his foot and didn't look at Mao Ting, who was like a dead dog. He turned to Hua Biao and said, "Third brother, take the lead, let the second child and Qiangzi cooperate with you, and start to act immediately, help me kill the razor." Already!"

The three took orders to leave.

Chen Ping glanced at Lin Shanshan: "Girl, who slapped you on the face?"

Lin Shanshan pointed at Zu Dazhuang who was curled up in a corner, trembling: "It's him!"

"My sister and I were tricked here, and it's all because of him!"

Zu Dazhuang lost control of his sphincter and wet his pants: "Brother, I'm damned, I was wrong, please forgive me, I don't dare anymore, please, please!"

Chen Ping was too lazy to deal with this kind of person, so he directly called Hua Biao's subordinates, pointed at Zu Dazhuang and said, "Destroy him!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ping took the Lin sisters and An Miao out of the lounge.

The screams in the lounge stopped abruptly after the door of the lounge was closed.

In the messy casino, Chen Ping found a few stools that were still intact, and asked the women to sit down and rest: "How did you get cheated?"

After listening to their intermittent speech, Chen Ping said with a wry smile: "As the saying goes, ten gambles and nine lies, there will be no pie in the sky."

"Little girl, you have to learn your lesson in the future!"

An Miao lowered her head and sobbed, "I know brother-in-law!"

His woman had been in trouble several times, no matter how nervous Chen Ping was, he had to raise his vigilance.

Chen Ping assigned some bodyguards to both Lin Yuru and Lin Shanshan.

Just as Chen Ping comforted the three daughters, the entire downtown area was in complete chaos.

Duan Peilong, Hua Biao and Killing Zhuqiang divided into three groups, and swept the Razor Gang's territory with a destructive rhythm.

Without the presence of Mao Ting and two martial arts masters, the Razor Gang would have no resistance at all.

In just one afternoon, the Razor Gang, which dominated the lower city for more than ten years, became history.

After Duan Peilong and the others returned to the casino after completing their mission, Chen Ping sent Mao Ting out.

"Now you can get out of here!"

"I'll spare your life, I just want you to give Yang Hanye a message!"

"Within half a year, I will destroy his Yang family!"

Mao Ting left the casino and immediately contacted his subordinates, wanting to shrink his forces first, wait for Yang Hanye's support, and stabilize the situation in the lower city.

He believed that Yang Hanye would not give up the downtown area easily.

However, when he got in touch with someone, he realized that all the territory had been lost, and the foundational forces collapsed and surrendered.

The Razor Gang is gone.

Mao Ting was so angry that he rolled his eyes and passed out from the anger.

The two warriors looked at each other, dropped Mao Ting and left the lower city.

Mao Ting lost his influence, and even lost his martial arts cultivation. Yang Hanye would not waste time on such a waste.

When they returned to Yang's house and told Yang Hanye the news, Yang Hanye was not in a hurry to get angry.

"That crappy place in the lower city, if you lose it, you lose it!"

"If I didn't want to cause some trouble for Chen Ping, I wouldn't even bother to take care of the mess on Xiacheng Road!"

"Both of you go back to your respective gangs. You don't need to worry about the downtown area anymore. Chen Ping won't be in awe for a few days."

These two fighters both have their own gang territory in other areas of Yuncheng.

Although the cultivation base of these warriors is not high, they don't have much potential for development in the martial arts.

But the Yang family can still rely on their large and small gangs and warriors to control the underground forces in some prosperous areas of Yuncheng.

In fact, in the process of subduing these warriors and forces, the Yang family's biggest trump card, Zuo Bingxiu, contributed the most.

After the two warriors left, Fang Lili couldn't help but worried: "Young Master Yang, I think Chen Ping is looking for a way out for himself."

"His layout in the mall has completely failed, and it is only a matter of time before he loses his fortune."

"If he spares time and energy at this time and devotes all his resources to the development of underground forces, and manages the lower city as a monolith, it will be a serious problem!"

Yang Hanye said disdainfully: "I let him bounce hard, no matter how secure he manages the lower city, it's just a daydream."

"When Master Zuo comes out of the mountain, his little power is like a chicken and a dog. Master Zuo can wipe out Chen Ping with a flick of his finger."

"Chen Ping is in dire straits now, his property is ruined, and he has no money. What will he use to maintain his underground power?"

"As long as the current situation is maintained, Master Zuo may not need to go out of the mountain, and he will be scattered."

As soon as Yang Hanye finished speaking, the mobile phone on the table lit up and rang harshly.

He glanced at the incoming call, leaned on the boss chair, and pressed the call button lazily: "What's the matter?"

The phone call was made by the director of the marketing department of Lingnan Liquor Industry. His tone was very hasty, even a little frightened: "Young Master Yang, please come to the company as soon as possible, something is wrong!"

Yang Hanye frowned slightly: "You are an executive, why don't you have any city mansion? Is the sky falling?"

The director of the marketing department swallowed his saliva: "Young Master Yang, I can't explain clearly on the phone."

"All the supervisors are waiting for you in the company. Let me tell you the truth, this matter is not much different from the sky falling!"

Yang Hanye stood up: "You wait, I'll go right away."

"If you dare to make fun of me, I will beat you to death!"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Hanye took Fang Lili and drove to the Lingnan Winery Building.

Entering the meeting hall on the top floor, Yang Hanye glanced up and found that not only the top management of the group, but also the middle managers were present.

Hundreds of people gathered together, but the room was as quiet as a ghost, not even a single person was panting.

Yang Hanye felt a little nervous, walked quickly to the first place, his sharp eyes fell on the face of the director of the marketing department: "What happened?"

The head of the marketing department handed a report to Yang Hanye with both hands: "Young Master Yang, please take a look at this first."

Yang Hanye snatched the report, looked at him suspiciously, and then looked down at the report.

After only reading three or four lines, Yang Hanye's expression turned ugly.

Turning to the second article, Yang Hanye's eyes were almost protruding from their sockets, and his face was full of extreme shock.

"Fuck!" Yang Hanye angrily tore the report into pieces: "You guys are a bunch of idiots!"

"Who can tell me what's going on here?"

No wonder Yang Hanye was furious like this.

The sales curve of the gourmet wine on the report could no longer be described as plummeting.

It was like a huge boulder hanging at a height of [-] meters, suddenly fell to the ground in a straight line as if the rope was cut.

The most tragic thing was yesterday's new sales performance. Yesterday, only 76 bottles of top-quality wine were sold.

The head of the marketing department was almost buried in his neck by the cold stimulation from Yang Hanye's body.

He replied tremblingly: "Young Master Yang, after our investigation, there are... a lot of fake... counterfeit wine..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Hanye reached out and grabbed his tie, and dragged him to his eyes in embarrassment: "You fucking fart!"