Genius commoner

Chapter 1116 Civil turmoil
Ye Zixuan personally sent Yuan Yuchuan to the airport, and watched the plane take off to Xi'an before turning his gaze back.

His letting go of Yuan Yuchuan means that there will be no possibility of large-scale conflicts between the two sides, and life in the country will be much more peaceful in the future. At the same time, the Song family has lost a partner and gained an enemy. He lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, the three gangs were exhausted, Yuanmen rose up, Long Shuo Jidao had nothing to do with the Song family anymore.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Zixuan wondered whether to take a few photos to commemorate. At this time, a call came in. Ye Zixuan told the convoy back to the base camp while wearing earplugs to answer the call. Bai Qiuhua laughed: "Young Master Ye, I have already contacted Zhao Jianghao and told him about the situation."

"He said it was a small matter."

Bai Qiuhua told what he had discussed with Zhao Jianghao: "It's just that he wants Ye Gong to change the relationship and influence the Wulianhui's attention, so that he can arrange for the two to evacuate more calmly. The Wulianhui is nervous because it is worried that doing too much will attract the attention of all parties, and even high-level executives will resist."

Ye Zixuan squinted his eyes and nodded lightly. He knew what Zhao Jianghao meant: "His idea is very correct. One force does too many things, and it is easy to be targeted by all parties. If an action is divided into several forces to cooperate, it will not be easy." There will be too many waves, okay, let him concentrate on arranging Tang Xueyi to evacuate, and I will try to mess up the sight of the Wulianhui."

Bai Qiuhua nodded, and then changed the topic: "Do you need to kill some leaders of the Wulian Association?"

Ye Zixuan thought of Master Hsing Yun on the screen, and shook his head without hesitation: "No, this will make Wulian even more united against the enemy, and it will also make them feel that Ye Gong is doing meaningless things. After all, Song Guangshi is dead, killing those What is the value of the boss? And then judge that we are making a fuss, so stop using violence."

Bai Qiuhua frowned slightly: "Then how should we proceed?"

"Don't we still have a waste chess piece?"

Ye Zixuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Let Guo Qiaochu call Song Gandang, so that he doesn't have to be a man with his tail between his legs, and stand up today and shout to the elders' association: Wulianhui can't be leaderless, the organization's top priority We need a leader, so that we can better stabilize people's hearts and avenge Song Guangshi."

Bai Qiuhua said in a low voice: "Song Gandang is such a waste, he has no power and power, will anyone listen to what he says?"

Ye Zixuan laughed: "Have you forgotten Gao Shanjun? Let him fully support Song Gan as the leader. In the past year, we have spent a lot of money on Gao Shanjun, let him jump from a soy sauce character Becoming a core member of the Five Federations, now is the time for him to repay, and it is also a good opportunity for him to rise to the top."

"If he stands up to support Song Gandang, the rest of the hall masters will have to weigh the weight of the latter."

Ye Zixuan thought very long-term: "And Gao Shanjun can also rely on Song Gandang's status to make himself the Supreme Emperor."

Bai Qiuhua instantly understood Ye Zixuan's meaning: "Understood, I'll make arrangements right away."

Just this afternoon, in the drizzle of Ye Bei, the meeting hall of the funeral home where Song Guangshi was staying was crowded with the backbone and high-level members of the Wulian Association. The conversation was noisy, but the topic was very serious. Prepare for a grand funeral and invite bosses from all over the world to watch the ceremony, and then discuss how to avenge Song Guangshi.

No one touches the matter of the person in charge, which is likely to cause conflicts.

At this moment, Song Gandang, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, led a dozen people into the hall, slapped the table and shouted directly: "A country cannot live without a king, and an organization cannot live without a leader wolf. The funeral must be held. The blood feud must be avenged, but the position of the boss cannot be left alone, the longer it is left open, the greater the variables and the greater the possibility of chaos in the organization."

Song Gandang looked around dozens of people with piercing eyes, and said word by word: "Although Song Gandang has achieved nothing, he still has the heart of a king. When I was alive, I told me more than once that I have to work harder, so that I won’t be difficult to convince the public in the future.”

"I know that you may not accept me now, but I believe that you will not be disappointed in the future."

After Song Gandang's words fell, the audience instantly became dead silent. Almost everyone looked at this dude with stupid eyes. When Song Guangshi was alive, Song Gandang was not valued by the Wulian Association. Song Guangshi died , Song Gandang is nothing more, and his son inherited his father's business. What kind of small company is Wulianhui?

Song Gandang accepted everyone's attention calmly, and then smiled and said: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your support."

Depend on!
Almost everyone in the audience uttered a swear word in their hearts, and then, an old man aged [-] picked up the tea, looked at Song Gandang and squeezed out a smile: "Gantang, A Tubo told you that you are very courageous and ambitious. But the position of president is not something you can sit on if you want, you need qualifications, contributions, and everyone's approval."

The old man took a sip of tea and continued to chatter: "The most important point is that the position of president has never been said to be inherited from his father. President Song has long set the rules, and those who are able will live. If you are capable, of course you can." Sit, but you don't know anything, and you don't have popularity and prestige in the gang, so it's impossible for you to sit in this position."

"Many people want to take responsibility. A Biao, Tubao, Keelung, Seven Knives, Big Sweet Potato, who doesn't want to be the president?"

"Don't think too much about it. Just handle your father's funeral properly. Don't worry, no matter who is in power, they will support your Song family."

The old man was full of beards, and his trembling was exaggerated: "The living expenses of 100 million Taiwan dollars per month will be sent to your Song family account on time."

After the words fell, several people burst into laughter, and then shouted: "Yes, Young Master Song, don't make trouble, go home and play."

"You can't be the chairman anymore, don't think too much and ruin your brain."

"However, if you support my big sweet potato, I will become the president, and I will personally pay another 50 Taiwan dollars for your household."

Song Gandang didn't have the promise of the past, and he shouted very forcefully: "I don't need you to give alms, and I didn't come here today to make fun of you. What I want to tell you is that whether you agree with me or not, I will inherit my father's business. I will try my best to fight for the position of the principal, if you have any requirements, just ask, I will try to win it."

Hearing these few words, everyone's expressions changed slightly. They could all tell that Song Gandang was sincerely about to run for the election. When the bearded old man was about to pout his face and scold him for messing around, Gao Shanjun, who had been silent all this time, said leisurely: "Song Gandang It’s a good thing to have less motivation to run for the position of president, and it’s also a move that President Song wants to see.”

"Why should everyone discourage his enthusiasm?"

Gao Shanjun slowly stood up from his seat, and his voice was like a bell: "We should look at the Buddha's face even if we don't look at the monk's face, so let Song Shao join in the election for the chairman. This is also a good opportunity to exercise and grow. His ability If it’s not enough, if people’s hearts are not convinced, he won’t be able to rise to the position, but if he is capable enough, he can win the hearts of the people, so what does it matter?”

He walked up to Ah Tubo, smiling playfully: "Is it possible that everyone is worried that he will really be able to take the position? Don't be so unconfident, okay? Ah Tubo, you eat more salt than Song eats less. Why are you afraid of him? Worried that he will overwhelm the big sweet potato that you secretly support? You are also an old man, so be more generous and confident, okay?"

As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately discussed:

"What? Uncle Atu secretly supports Big Sweet Potato?"

"Didn't Uncle Atu say that we should not consider the principal's election for the time being, and let's talk about it after the funeral and killing the enemy?"

"He said he's not running, he's just numbing us."

"It's so inhuman. All the halls chase after the enemy like a dog, but he and Big Sweet Potato are plotting to get ahead!"

"Big Sweet Potato only eats sweet potatoes, and Uncle A Tu supports him in taking the position. I'm totally against it."

"Fuck you, seven knives, you call me big sweet potato, do you want me to kill you?"

The face of the bearded old man changed drastically: "Gao Shanjun, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Gao Shanjun is not talking nonsense."

At this time, Song Gandang took a step forward and sneered: "I have recorded the conversations you always had with Da Fanshu in the bathroom."

With a wave of his finger, one of his subordinates immediately played a recording. It was the secret conversation between Uncle Atu and Da Potato. A piece of land and two hills under the Wulianhui were sold at a low price to a real estate company run by the grandson of A Tubo.

A Tubo shouted: "Song Gandang, you are fucking plotting against me? You are a synthetic."

Song Gandang snorted coldly: "Do you dare to tell everyone that you didn't take a bath with Big Sweet Potato yesterday?"

"That's right, Uncle Atu was with Big Sweet Potato last night, and he also came here this morning."

"It seems that Song Shao's recording is not watery. The two of them are really plotting against each other."

"It's too insidious. Tell us to track down the murderer. They are hiding behind and making small moves."

"Fortunately, Song Shao discovered the clue, otherwise he would not know if he was sold by this bastard."

Hearing these comments, Atubo was very angry. He and Da Fanshu did go to take a bath, and the content was indeed about the superior, but the content in the recording was not a conversation between the two.

Song Gandang looked proud, and shouted to the audience: "I stand up for election, but I don't want the family business of the Wulianhui to be ruined by a provincial guy like Ah Tubo."

A Tubo, who hated being called a provincial, slammed the table and said angrily, "You son of a bitch, call me a provincial, and I will meet you."

"Hit the kid with me!"

His subordinates rushed up behind him, Gao Shanjun also shouted: "Protect Young Master Song."

More than a dozen big men also rushed up.

The rest of the people saw the scene of the battle, not only did not dissuade them, but also rushed towards the opponent who did not like it.

a mess.

(End of this chapter)