The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 113 From Benefactor to Boss
The rich and powerful come first, and the family has become synonymous with order in Tabei.

Departments lose their authority and the government loses popular support.

The control order was once very chaotic.

——In this case, darkness is also more likely to breed.

Because the family's power is too large, the actions of the upper echelon occupy the eyes of most people, and some organizations that develop underground are more likely to be ignored by people and run rampant in the dark.

Wherever there are people, there will not be only a bright side.

The intersection of day and night is the gray that walks on the edge.Certain not-so-clean, blurred-border deals never stop.

Just look at how people treat them.

Ming Qi was able to encounter these in the first place, thanks to Feng Jin.

Feng Jin has been in the lower classes since she was a child, and she is very familiar with certain things. She even hid her true identity out of interest and sneaked into a certain powerful organization, and even became the right-hand man of the organization's boss.

Therefore, he inevitably participated in the struggle between the two forces.

Unfortunately, there was an inner ghost in their organization, their whereabouts were leaked, Feng Jin was tricked, and he suffered a severe beating from the society when he led people to act.

At that time, Ming Qi was not very old, but he had good skills and brains, and his legs were not disabled. When passing by, he saved his life under the knife.

After that, Feng Jin pestered Ming Qi and called her benefactor for ten days.

Why did it only last for ten days?
——Because after ten days, Ming Qi changed from his benefactor to his new boss.

After Ming Qi rescued Feng Jin, he saw the huge underground world hidden in the city through him.

She showed full curiosity about this, and after Feng Jin led her in, she was full of interest in this bloody and dangerous organization.

——So she killed Feng Jin's boss.

—— Take the position yourself.

A yellow-haired girl with no hair at all, who can be convinced?
A group of people discussed how to teach her how to be a human being—then Ming Qi wiped out the power gang that had been against them for more than ten years.

Everyone including Feng Jin: "..."

Excuse me, from now on, I will obediently be in front of my subordinates, and no one dares to say another word.

Later, the scope of development of this force was a bit beyond Ming Qi's expectations.Of course, this does not prevent her from choosing to develop in Tabei at the beginning - to solve those wealthy families.

Some people, some ordinary and unremarkable people, began to quietly enter the sphere of influence of the upper family.

They are interspersed in an inconspicuous position in the big family business, or they hold small positions in the department, and they can't play any role for the family.They can't make mistakes, they have no merits, they are mediocre and weak.

But it is these insignificant positions that can touch the hubs of certain industries of the family, gradually penetrate into the corners of the power, and get a glimpse of the weaknesses of their industries from the details.

——Only waiting for a one-hit kill one day.

And the fuse is pinched in the hands of those big families themselves.

When they figured everything out and started to cooperate, and discussed how to deal with the orphan girl of the Ming family before making a move, it was actually the curtain call for this drama.

Later, Cheng Hongjun thought and thought, and finally realized that what Ming Qi said at Qiuru's birthday banquet that day was not a joke.

——Throw a bomb and kill all these people.

She really, really took all the enemies in one breath, and she was extremely straightforward.

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March this year was exceptionally rainy.

Since the beginning of the month, there has been light rain and the cold air has not subsided. The entire north of the tower is wet and cold.

The late spring cold came violently, and the strong cold current hit my face, making people shiver.

Pedestrians on the road wrapped their coats tightly and hurried.

The silver car had just arrived at the gate, and the assistant was already waiting outside with an umbrella.

Cheng Hongjun got out of the car with a bow. He was wearing a suit, and his bright leather shoes stepped on the floor, leaving shallow marks.

The drizzle was like fine needles, blown by the wind and slanted onto his body, wetting the corners of his clothes.

Cheng Hongjun trembled a little, and while walking towards the lobby, he told his confidants without looking back: "Recently, arrange more people around that kid Cheng Hongyun, and be vigilant during this time, so as not to make any mistakes."

"Yes." The confidant nodded.

"Send someone to keep an eye on the movement of the Song family. Once Song Nanfei or anyone in the Song family makes any moves, they must notify me immediately."

"Yes."

"The people placed by other families don't move, just play by ear."

The confidant nodded again, Cheng Hongjun straightened his cuffs, and walked slowly to the lobby.

"Young master." His confidant called to stop him.

"Huh?" Cheng Hongjun was still thinking about his next move, and he answered casually.

"Miss Ming is here."

Cheng Hongjun was stunned, and the movement of his hands stopped.

"Ming Qi?"

"Yes, Miss Ming has been here for a while, and the old lady is talking with her in the lobby."

"understood."

Cheng Hongjun looked at the entrance of the lobby, which was close at hand, then lowered his head, turned over his cuffs, and straightened his tie.Then he coughed lightly, straightened his back and stepped into the door.

But there was no one in the lobby that his confidant mentioned.

Mrs. Cheng was sitting on the sofa with a blanket on her lap, and a dedicated nurse massaged her shoulders.

"grandmother?"

Cheng Hongjun scanned the lobby to make sure there was no one there, and then looked at Old Madam Cheng.

"I'm home."

The old lady held the teacup, bowed her head and took a sip, without giving him the slightest look.

"Yes." Cheng Hongjun sat beside her, folded his hands on his knees: "...The Ming family has been here?"

"Ah."

"What is she here for?" Cheng Hongjun asked.

"Why didn't Young Master Cheng ask me personally?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Cheng Hongjun subconsciously turned around, and the other party stood in the corridor and looked over, with a tall figure standing behind him.

"Miss Ming." Cheng Hongjun stood on the spot and greeted: "Long time no see."

Ming Qi nodded at him.

The old lady Cheng said: "Jun'er, I don't think the weather is very good today, why don't you go to the academy with Miss Ming to pick up Yun'er and Young Master Ming back home."

Cheng Hongjun hesitated a little.

And Ming Qi nodded to the old lady: "Alright, then Ming Qi will leave first."

The old lady Cheng looked at her kindly: "Xiao Qi, next time you have a chance, you should come to Cheng's house more often."

"it is good."

-

Mrs. Cheng said this, naturally, to give the two people a separate space for conversation.

Because of Ming Qi's leg problem, the interior of Ming's car has been specially modified, and the rear seat space is also large.At this moment, Cheng Hongjun and Ming Qi sat in the back.

"Miss, put on more."

As soon as they got in the car, Ming Qingyun helped Ming Qi put on the spare blanket in the car, and handed the pink hand warmer to Ming Qi.

Ming Qi held a hand warmer in his hand, and lit it one after another, with slender plain fingers: "Young Master Cheng."

Cheng Hongjun came back to his senses: "Yes."

The inside of the car is actually not a good place for conversation. No matter how spacious it is, the atmosphere of the three of them is a bit oppressive, and they don't even know where to put their eyes.

When he lowered his head carelessly, he could see Ming Qi's hands on his lap, and the hand warmer.

The fingertips were translucent white, lacking in blood.

The cold spring in March is indeed expected to be chilly, and this person's bones are really not good.

Cheng Hongjun thought casually.

Then he felt a burst of light on his back, which made him tremble.

Cheng Hongjun turned his head to meet Ming Qingyun's gaze.

The other party's blue eyes were deep and heavy, showing no emotion.

——As if the extreme mental oppression just now was not caused by him.

Cheng Hongjun's breathing stopped suddenly, and his back was slightly wet with sweat.

His forehead was numb.

"……how do you feel?"

Ming Qi's rhetorical question drew his attention back.

There was nothing wrong with Cheng Hongjun's face: "Well, it's pretty good, I agree."

Ming Qi looked at him strangely.

Cheng Hongjun: "?"

Ming Qi: "Song Hui fell ill, Song Nanfei took the power and prepared to be the head of the family... Do you think it's good?"

Cheng Hongjun: "..."

(End of this chapter)