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Wan Qiang broke through the Jucai Gate. Although the man from Bu Na Gate was thousands of miles away, he fell to the ground instantly, vomiting a large mouthful of black blood, twitching all over his body, and lost consciousness.

"Master~"

"Grandpa Zeng..."

Two children's voices sounded, startling many people and rushing in. Seeing the old man lying on the ground, someone shouted, "Quick, go ask Divine Doctor Song."

Someone helped the old man up and used his spiritual power to protect his heart.

After struggling for a few minutes, the old man woke up slowly, but he was already in a dying state.

His cloudy eyes stared into the distance, and when he spoke again, his voice was filled with indescribable emotions, "Something happened to the wealth-gathering family, and our Zhong family is going to be doomed."

"Heaven is going to destroy my Zhong family..."

"Unlucky family...unlucky family!"

...

The words are divided into two parts.

Wan Qiang didn't care about sleeping anymore. She immediately went to the front desk of the hotel and asked with a serious face: "Where is the person in charge of your hotel? Tell him that I have something urgent to see him."

Although Wan Qiang has never had a masterpiece, and she has countless little ones all over the Internet, she is still popular, so the front desk of the hotel knows her.

"Miss Wan, our general manager has already got off work." The hotel front desk said politely.

"After get off work?" Wan Qiang glanced at the three words Shangla Hotel behind the front desk, and said meaningfully: "Your hotel will close down soon, and he still has time to rest."

There are two young ladies in their twenties at the front desk of the hotel. Originally they had no ill intentions towards Wanqiang, they were just passers-by, neither black nor fans, but as Wanqiang's words "This hotel will close down soon" fell into their ears, the two young ladies' expressions changed. A change.

Young lady No. 1: "Miss Wan, please be careful what you say, otherwise even if you have paid and are a guest of our hotel, we will have to ask you to leave."

Girl No. 2: "No wonder netizens hate you. You have such a bad mouth and your words are so ugly. Who can like you? You deserve your family to be bankrupt and you deserve to be hacked."

Wanqiang was speechless.

She was just telling the truth, what's wrong?

And how come the number two young lady speaks so violently? You really think she has no temper at all, right?

She cast her gaze on Miss No. 2's face and said in a calm tone: "You intervene in other people's families just because you are good-looking. Do you really think you can hide it?"

"There is no airtight wall in the world. I advise you to find your way back as soon as possible. Don't make a wrong step and end up harming yourself and others."

Little Sister No. 2 was frightened as she listened to every word Wan Qiang said.

She had been with that man for more than three years, and none of her closest relatives and friends knew about it. How did Wanqiang, a stranger who had nothing to do with her, know about it?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you a dog? You bite people when you see them." She felt guilty, her eyes flickered, and she was obviously out of breath when she spoke.

Wan Qiang sneered, "In order to get what you want, you won't even let go of two three-year-old children. Aren't you afraid of going to the eighteenth level of hell after death?"

As soon as Wan Qiang said this, Miss No. 2 was completely dumbfounded.

Because...she has really been planning to get rid of the man's three-year-old son and daughter in the past two or three days, so that he and his wife can divorce smoothly and marry her openly.

Apart from herself, only God knows about this matter.

Now that Wan Qiang had said this, she was so frightened that she trembled all over and couldn't say even a single word.

Little Sister No. 1 is not stupid either. After Wanqiang said a few words, her colleague was in this state. What else didn't she understand?

She took a deep breath, weighed the pros and cons for several seconds, and then cautiously asked Wanqiang, "Miss Wan, do you... do you understand that?"

Wan Qiang turned her eyes, met the gaze of Miss No. 1, and asked an unexpected question: "Call your general manager."

Miss No. 1 only hesitated a little this time and quickly called the general manager from the hotel's landline.

"Mr. Wang, I am..."

Before Miss No. 2222 could finish her words, Wan Qiang grabbed the handle and said directly to the person on the other end of the phone: "I'm Wan Qiang. I'm staying in room tonight. I broke the door." .”

Wanqiang had just finished speaking and the other party had hung up the phone.

She wasn't angry either, she calmly walked to the sofa not far away and sat down, and said to Miss No. 1: "Pour me a cup of rose tea, thank you."

...

Five minutes later, a tall, thin man about forty years old walked out of the elevator and angrily walked towards Wanqiang in the rest area.

"Is the door really broken?"

Wan Qiang just took one look at Mr. Wang and understood everything.

Oh, what an injustice.

Those who delusionally hope that future generations will be prosperous and want to build this wealth-gathering door at all costs are simply crazy.

"Mr. Wang, I think we should talk somewhere else."

How could Mr. Wang hear Wan Qiang's words? His eyes were splitting, and he shouted at Wan Qiang: "If you break that door, I want you to die."

Wanqiang: "..."

Made.

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it will treat me as a sick cat, right?

I talk to you so loudly and angrily, and you threaten me?

How could such a bad family have the nerve to threaten me by barking?

"Mr. Wang is so amazing. Since you want to talk here, let's talk like this."

After finishing her words, Wan Qiang used her mobile phone to dial the nearby police number, and quietly placed a holding charm on Mr. Wang.

"A hundred years ago, the head of your Wang family, that is, your great-grandfather Wang Mian, married three times. His first two wives died unexpectedly and had nothing to do until he married his third wife, Xianglan, and gave birth to three children in a row. Four sons..."

Wan Qiang deliberately hesitated to speak.

And what she said were secrets of the Wang family that were not told to others. They were the truth about how the Wang family was once impoverished and later became extremely wealthy!

When Wang Mian was still alive, he warned all the descendants of the Wang family that it must not be spread out about the past and Xianglan!

But it was unusual for Wan Qiang to know the names of Wang Mian and Xiang Lan at this moment, as well as the deaths of his first two wives.

How could she, a down-and-out female star in her twenties, whose family was bankrupt and in debt, know those secrets?

"You are not Wanqiang."

Mr. Wang stared at Wan Qiang, with all kinds of thoughts swirling before he said five words.

Wan Qiang raised her eyebrows, "It doesn't matter who I am, but it's time to repay what you owe Xianglan for the evil done by generations of your Wang family."

Mr. Wang shook his head and was about to retort when he realized that Wan Qiang actually called the police. He quickly changed the topic and said, "Your story is very well written. It would be a pity not to become a screenwriter."

"You know very well whether you are making up a story or not." Wan Qiang smiled slyly, "Or maybe I have to bring Xianglan in front of you before you will admit it?