The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Kong Dapeng closed his eyes and shouted regardless, as if to vent the panic that made his whole body tremble with fear.

Xiao Rong's face was blank for a moment, and he asked:

"what?"

"Honored Director! The project of Country G was directly taken over by the team sent by Xiao Jingchuan!! The other party didn't even look at the bid document we submitted..."

The fat on Kong Dapeng's fat face trembled with his lips, and tears and sweat flowed together. He forced himself to finish:

"It's absolutely true, there will be an official announcement in less than half an hour..."

The moment he received the news, Kong Dapeng had already seen the end of his life.

It was he who strongly encouraged Xiaorong to raise huge amounts of cash by all means and repurchase all Tengrong's shares in Xiaoli.

As a result, he gained Xiaorong's deeper trust and learned some of his true colors. In fact, he was far from being as gentle and good-tempered as he seemed to the outside world.

just now……

Not only was Xiaorong's huge personal assets gone, but his project with a huge profit of 100 billion was gone, leaving only a complete Tengrong company that was neither above nor below, and could no longer eat any scraps from the Xiaoli Group.

It's really a complete waste of water, so you can imagine what will happen to you.

Kong Dapeng looked at Xiao Rong with fear, whose expression changed drastically. He grabbed his collar with his backhand before he even took half a step away.

The dark eyes under the lenses were terrifying and cold, and the voice was extremely cold:

"Can you say that again?"

Kong Dapeng couldn't help but feel chills on his back, and begged for mercy miserably: "...Director Rong, Director Rong, I don't know what's going on..."

"It seems that Uncle Rong doesn't know what to give to my nephew."

Xiao Jingchuan's cool words were like adding fuel to the fire.

Xiao Rong's eyes were red, and hot air was constantly blowing out from his nostrils. He left behind Kong Dapeng, who was covered in sweat like a dead dog, and turned to stare at Xiao Jingchuan.

"It's you……"

His expression was extremely terrifying, his teeth were gritted, his muscles were trembling, his expression was distorted, and his eyes under the lenses were dark and sinister, like an evil ghost that penetrated people.

Like a wild boar that was stabbed in the back by a hunter with a shotgun. In anger, it forgot any cover up and revealed its true colors.

The eyes of the guests around him were very surprised.

How does this Xiaorong look...

Xiao Jingchuan smiled elegantly, "Why, is there anything else Uncle Rong is dissatisfied with? Teng Rong is completely free according to your ideas."

"Oh... are you not satisfied that Xiaoqi won the bid? But didn't Uncle Rong say that he won't compete with Xiaoqi in business?"

He sneered, "Although, when I heard this sentence for the first time, it was really hard to hold back my laughter."

The smile on Xiao Jingchuan's face suddenly dropped, and the sharp edge around him was finally revealed, and his low-pitched voice was full of ridicule.

"What makes you think that a third-rate company can be compared with Xiaoqi?"

"you--!"

Xiao Rong was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

Tang Jiao smiled brightly and held Xiao Jingchuan's hand. She was not even half surprised and nervous just now. Her voice was light and pretty:

"Brother Jingchuan, don't make him mad to death now."

Xiao Rong's whole body twitched and he completely woke up.

"Everything is your fault..."

He deceived him into giving up everything he had, and even gave it up with both hands, just to redeem Tengrong, the empty shell of a loser who was worthless to Xiao Li...

"You, you...Xiao Jingchuan, you..."

Xiao Rong's hands were shaking as if he had a stroke, and his expression was the same as Kong Dapeng's just now.

He suddenly staggered.

"dad!"

Xiao Qiming quickly caught Xiao Rong, with a rare filial look on his face, "Dad! What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Xiao Rong leaned against his son, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, and it took him a while to stop leaning forward.

Seeing that he had recovered, Xiao Jingchuan spoke slowly:

"It's too ugly to say it's a game. After all, although Mr. Faisal is not good at Chinese, the difference between Xiaoqi and Tengrong is not indistinguishable."

For a time, the atmosphere in the magnificent banquet hall was as quiet as a pindrop.

There was only the pianist on the stage, who was still playing completely selflessly, perhaps without any supervision. He became more and more intoxicated as he played, and his fingering techniques changed flexibly.

The beautiful and soothing sound of the piano suddenly became urgent and intense, one sound after another, full of tension that was on the verge of breaking out.

Just like a movie that is about to reach its climax, a secret battle that has been brewing in silence for a long time finally reaches the moment of decisive battle with swords.

The hearts of everyone present unconsciously followed the exciting and compact rhythm of the music, rising higher and higher.

Tang Jiao teased Xiao Jingchuan and whispered in his ear: "Did you arrange this piano variation too?"

Xiao Jingchuan smiled lowly and said, "No details have been polished to this level."

Everyone saw him suddenly smile, and were stunned by the shock of that handsome and doting smile.

Xiao Rong finally came to understand why Xiao Jingchuan suddenly broke up with him.

This wolf cub has always known that everything was done by himself and was seeking revenge!In other words, I know part of it.

So how much does he know and what evidence does he have...

impossible!

There is no way there is any evidence!

Shi Wanbin is dead, and everything is lost.

Within a few breaths, Xiao Rong cleared his mind and calmed down quickly.

He made a disappointed and sad expression, "Xiaochuan, you actually plot against your own uncle like this!"

"Even if this project is gone, Tengrong is not something you can handle at will!"

It's true that the mask has grown into the flesh after being worn for so long.

The smile on Xiao Jingchuan's face completely disappeared, as if he was tired of playing this game of teasing mice, and his deep eyes stared sharply at Xiao Rong, who was still acting.

"Xiao Rong, haven't you done enough acting?"

"I am your uncle!" Xiao Rong scolded him angrily, "Do you still have any elders in your eyes?"

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall was opened.

Journalists who were originally only allowed to interview and film during the opening and speech sessions all swarmed in with cameras and microphones.

"Director Rong, there is a rumor online that an accident occurred in a construction project contracted by Tengrong, resulting in one death and three injuries. Is this true?"

"There are reports that Tengrong Building Materials cut corners and cut corners. Do you have anything to explain?"

"Deputy Director Xiao, someone with knowledge of the matter broke the news that you laundered money and transferred funds abroad many times. Is this true? Is Tengrong's losses for consecutive years a result of self-inflicted theft? Please answer!"

"Director Emeritus..."

"Vice Director Xiao..."

More than a dozen reporters accurately surrounded Xiao Rong and Xiao Qiming, who happened to be supporting him. Each microphone was squeezed so hard that it almost fell into his mouth.

Xiaorong's glasses were crooked.

Xiao Qiming was completely confused.

As a loser who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, he could only wave his hands randomly and shouted angrily:

"What are you doing! Who let you in! What nonsense are you talking about! Security! Where is the security!!"