Mighty Soldier King

The eighth floor of zuilongwan is already overcrowded.

The fifty tables were almost full, almost full.

The huge crystal chandelier, the expensive plush carpet and the valuable calligraphy, painting and ceramics all set off the nobility of the banquet.

The dignitaries gathered together and talked in a low voice. Their eyes sometimes turned to the main table in the middle of the front square. There was tension and expectation.

On the main table, the four giants, Liu family, Bai family, Jiujiang club and Wen family, have gathered, and the atmosphere is slightly depressing.

The Liu family came to Liu Changhe, the leader of the family, Liu Qianjun, the number two figure, and four elites with good quality.

Bai's family also came from Bai Xinghe, the leader of the family, Bai zhantang, the second person, and four elite people with good quality.

Jiujiang will come with President Qiu Xiaopu, vice president Huo Sandao, and four elites of good quality.

Of course, it's just people brought by the three families on the surface. In fact, they have a lot of people in the dark.

After all, if it's a banquet, it's actually to divide up the cake of literati. It's impossible for them not to arrange enough.

Only the Wen family has the least number of people, including Su Weiwei, Mrs. Wen and Wen Tiange. As for the elite bodyguards, none has been brought.

Their table is the largest, but the number is the least. There are only two people in each family of Liubai Jiujiang club, and three people from Wen family. There are nine people in total.

As for the elite or something, naturally, they are not qualified to sit down. They just stand respectfully behind their respective masters.

In the middle of the main table high wide bright, enough to make every position in the audience can see clearly.

There are also many small microphones around the table, which can ensure that their conversation is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Obviously, the Liubai Jiujiang meeting has already been well prepared, and it is also a must for the literary industry.

"Mrs. Wen, I haven't seen you for many days. You are still mature and beautiful, and your style is still the same." Qiu Xiaopu, President of Jiujiang Association, took the lead to break the dull atmosphere.

When he spoke, his eyes couldn't help glancing at Mrs. Wen's white and greasy neckline, and his greedy color made no secret.

Although Mrs. Wen is just a girl, she is famous for her strength in Licheng, and her prestige is even higher than that of the dead housekeeper Wen Baisheng.

There is a rumor in Licheng's power circle that the rise of writers, Mrs. Wen occupies at least seven places.

This shows the status of Mrs. Wen in the literary family.

If the writer is still the former writer, even if Qiu Xiaopu is the president of Jiujiang society, even if Jiujiang society is the underground leader of Licheng, he would not dare to be so presumptuous to Mrs. Wen.

But now that the writer is on the wane, he naturally doesn't pay attention to it.

He even thought about what kind of enjoyment it would be if he could conquer Mrs. Wen.

After all, although Mrs. Wen is old, her charm is no less than those of the famous women in their thirties. Coupled with her superiority and strength, she is naturally not comparable to other women and has a very conquering desire.

Liu Jiabai's family listened to Qiu Xiaopu's voice, and then looked at his eyes. Their faces were flat and did not speak.

They may also have the same idea as Qiu Xiaopu, but they are respectable people after all. They are not like Qiu Xiaopu, who is black, so they will not show it.

Mrs. Wen felt Qiu Xiaopu's undisguised greedy eyes. There was a chill in her eyes, but she soon concealed it.

She pulled up her collar to cover the spring light and went straight to the theme, "we've all come, so don't beat around the bush. What do you want? Just draw the line

Mrs. Wen is an ancient warrior. She doesn't think much of them. Naturally, she disdains hypocrisy and snakes.

She said, pointing to Su Weiwei, "this is Miss Su Weiwei. Now we are in charge of the literary family. We don't have to beat around the bush. We'll put everything on the table, OK? "

Go straight in.

The atmosphere was cold for a moment.

Even the dignitaries in the audience could not help but stop talking and put their eyes on the main table.

No one thought that Mrs. Wen would be so direct and directly pierce that layer of paper.

The most important thing is Mrs. Wen's tone. Is it her personality or her dependence that makes her so strong?

"Mrs. Wen, since you've talked about this, I won't hide it." This time, Bai Xinghe, the owner of the Bai family, spoke.

He took a sip of the red wine and looked at Mrs. Wen calmly. "Mrs. Wen, over the years, your Wen family has been the only one. What good projects and business opportunities do you have in Licheng have been monopolized by your Wen family."

"You writers are satisfied, and you earn a lot. But we can only follow behind to pick up the soup and vegetable leaves to eat. "

"Do you think it's time to give us some profit? I don't ask much for 20% of Wenjia's shares. Isn't that too much? What's more, I don't want it for nothing. I'll buy it for 100 million yuan. What do you think? "

Bai Xinghe's tone is flat, but his tone is not small. He is about to take 20% of Wenjia's shares.His eyes are also fixed on Mrs. Wen, it seems to see how Mrs. Wen chooses.

As for Su Weiwei, no matter Bai Xinghe or the Lius or the Jiujiang club, they didn't care.

Even though Mrs. Wen has already introduced that Su Weiwei is now the head of the literary family, they don't care.

In their eyes, this is just an excuse from Mrs. Wen, and Su Weiwei is just a shield from Mrs. Wen.

Mrs. Wen laughed. She was angry.

It's ridiculous to want to buy 20% of Wenjia's shares.

Wenjia's assets are more than 10 billion, even one percent of its shares are more than one billion.

This guy is so good that he even wants to buy 20% of Wenjia's shares for one hundred million yuan. It's like robbing.

But Mrs. Wen didn't speak. Instead, she took the red wine in front of her and drank it.

Wenjia industry has now been transferred to the name of Wang Fan group, she has no right to decide.

Now it's su Weiwei.

Su Weiwei looked up at Bai Xinghe, and then looked at Liu Changhe and Qiu Xiaopu, the Liu family leader, with the same expression. "Is that what you mean? One hundred million, buy 20% of the shares? "

Pop!

Qiu Xiaopu hears Su Weiwei's mouth, her face suddenly turns cold, and slaps her on the table.

Wow.

The expensive crystal table began to shake under his slap, and the wine in the glass spilled a lot.

Qiu Xiaopu pointed at Su Weiwei and growled angrily, "what are you, do you have your share of speech here? We are talking to Mrs. Wen. When is your turn to interrupt? "

His eyes were full of ferocity, and the threat language was even more undisguised, "if you dare to talk too much, do you believe that I will strip off your clothes and let you do the exhibition now?"

"What is it? I really think that if Mrs. Wen pushes you out to be a puppet, she will become an adult?"

Liu Changhe baixinghe also looks at Su Weiwei. Although he doesn't speak, his eyes are full of chill.

Mrs. Wen launched Su Weiwei as a substitute for the dead on this occasion, and also let Su Weiwei sit down. They were already upset.

Now it's good that Su Weiwei really dares to jump out and do everything. How can they not be angry?

In their opinion, Su Weiwei is not smart, and they don't mind borrowing Qiu Xiaopu's hand to teach Su Weiwei a lesson.