Zhang Haochi immediately shifted the spearhead to the gold-headed tiger, but in the face of these people from the Blood Lion Legion, his attitude still didn't dare to be too arrogant: "Why do you scold people?"

"I'm going to scold you, what can you do?" The golden-headed tiger grabbed his arms and rolled up his sleeves, and put on a posture of wanting to do it: "!

When Zhang Haochi heard this, he immediately shrank like a useless lower body at the first moment, but when he looked around and found that more and more teachers came out of the teaching building, he suddenly became as tough as taking viagra: "You dare!"

"I'm ***!" the gold-headed tiger scolded, picked up a big fist and smashed it on Zhang Haochi's head, so fast that Pang Jindong didn't have time to react.

Pang Jindong blamed the golden-headed tiger: "Why do you really do it!"

In fact, Pang Jindong also wanted to beat up the teaching director, but now there are more important things that need to be done, and he can't make extraneous branches.

"Brother Dong, don't worry!" The gold-headed tiger smiled slyly at Pang Jindong, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Come on! Director Zhang was stunned!"

Pang Jindong smiled and shook his head: "You stay here to deal with the aftermath!" and then beckoned a few mercenaries: "Follow me!"

"No problem!" the gold-headed tiger agreed, and hurriedly helped Zhang Haochi up, although he pretended to be anxious on the surface, but there was excitement in his eyes.

"Call 120!" the gold-headed tiger shouted again, and then added: "But don't send it to Tongren Hospital!"

Gradually, many teachers and students gathered around, but when they saw that the person who had the accident was Zhang Haochi, none of them were willing to come forward to help.

Seeing this, the golden-headed tiger was even more excited, and smashed Zhang Haochi's soft underbelly fiercely, followed by the second and third punches.

Zhang Haochi was really unlucky, not only was he beaten violently in a coma, but he also used his body to cover the fist of the golden-headed tiger, but no one saw this scene.

The day of the board of directors of the Chen Group.

Pang Jindong came to the headquarters of the Chen Group two hours early, and after a simple arrangement, he sat in the conference room and watched the directors walk in one after another.

Pang Jindong sat next to the chairman, looking like the secretary in charge of records, just a man, but now no director dares to underestimate Pang Jindong.

Chen Mingjun was the last to arrive, and after pushing open the door of the conference room with a "pop", he went straight to the chairman's seat and sat down.

Chen Mingjun's ability to recover is quite amazing, and now he has said goodbye to his wheelchair and can walk on his own legs, but he is a little limping.

But he really wanted to show his demeanor, so he walked with a deliberate swagger, which resulted in a very comical effect, looking like a rooster that had just laid eggs.

"Let's start the meeting now!" Chen Mingjun said loudly, as if he was the chairman, but no one raised any objections at this time.

Chen Zifeng's tragic death in the detention center, the fire in Chen Ziyun's home and the explosion of Chen Ziyang's car have enveloped the entire board of directors in a tragic atmosphere.

Although the directors are intriguing with each other and have their own loyalty, now that all the masters are gone, they suddenly find that the Chen Group has fallen into an unprecedented crisis.

This crisis not only means that the struggle for power within the group has become bloody, and everyone who stands in the wrong position may be in danger of their lives, but also means that the Chen Group, which is daunted by infighting, will not be able to survive the current financial crisis.

Chen Mingjun glanced at Pang Jindong fiercely from the corner of his eye, and then announced: "The meeting will start now!"

The people of the Chen family created the group, and they control most of the group's resources and customers, and the fall of the Chen family also means the fall of the Chen Group, and if the Chen Group really falls, all the directors here will drink the northwest wind.

It was in this situation that Chen Mingjun, as the only living member of the Chen family, naturally became the leader.

"I believe that everyone already knows about the series of events that have happened recently, so I will not say anything more. Chen Mingjun glanced at everyone present and said slowly: "The current financial crisis has had a heavy impact on the Chen Group, and we have lost many excellent leaders at this time, that is, my family members......"

Chen Mingjun said this, wiped the corners of his eyes, and then continued: "But now is not the time for us to be sad, but we should turn our sadness into strength and re-invest in the market, create a better tomorrow for the Chen Group, and create richer returns for the directors!"

Chen Mingjun's voice landed, and there was a sparse applause in the conference room, but this applause was not to give Chen Mingjun face, but was completely for the "rich reward".

A director spoke: "The three directors, Chen Ziyang, Chen Ziyun and Chen Zifeng, can't just leave without explanation!"

"I know......" Chen Mingjun nodded heavily, sighed and said: "But we really can't do anything, so let's leave these things to the police! At present, we have more important things to do......

Another director immediately took over Chen Mingjun and said: "Snakes can't be headless, before we do anything now, we must first elect a new chairman!"

This director is not Chen Mingjun's person, but he is very clever to perceive Chen Mingjun's intentions, so he said such a sentence.

Whether he says this or not, Chen Mingjun is the most promising person to become chairman at the moment, so he urgently needs to show his allegiance to his new master.

The director's words really won Chen Mingjun's appreciation: "That's right, I think so too!"

Pang Jindong, who had been beside him without speaking, suddenly interjected at this time and asked Chen Mingjun: "How to solve the problem of candidates?"

Chen Mingjun looked at Pang Jindong and found that Pang Jindong's expression was very calm, and he couldn't see any inner activity.

Thinking of the humiliation he suffered from Pang Jindong a few times ago, Chen Mingjun's facial expression immediately became hideous, considering that now is not the time for revenge, so he did not have a seizure.

Chen Mingjun tried his best to restrain his feelings and replied, "All the candidates have been ...... Is there any other candidate?" Chen Mingjun said this, slowly stood up, and told everyone present: "I am willing to recommend myself to serve as the chairman of the Chen Group!"

Chen Mingjun's voice landed, and the conference room fell into a dead silence, the directors just looked at each other, but no one stood up to speak.

Chen Mingjun has neither prestige nor experience, his actual ability is generally questioned, and he has no connections among the directors, so most of the directors do not support him, except for those who have made up their minds to follow.

But he is indeed the most qualified to be elected chairman now, so almost no one can publicly stand out against it.

Chen Mingjun's qualifications are not only the only remaining members of the Chen family, but also because of a more important reason, which was quickly stated by him himself: "After the death of my eldest uncle, third uncle and fourth uncle, I, as the only living person in the Chen family, will receive all the shares left by them! This means that I now own 75% of the shares of the Chen Group......

When Chen Mingjun said this, he swept away the sadness he had disguised just now, and looked triumphant: "In this case, I don't know who else is more suitable to be the chairman than me!"

The directors present nodded one after another, some purely for sycophancy, and some out of helplessness.

They know very well in their hearts that the chairman still needs to be elected in name, and everyone can at least vote against it, but in fact, Chen Mingjun is already the chairman.

Chen Mingjun turned his head sideways and asked Pang Jindong with a smile: "What does Mr. Pang think?"

Pang Jindong didn't answer, but made a request in a low voice: "Can you talk privately?"

"Okay!" Chen Mingjun grinned, and then told the other directors: "Let's take a rest first, Mr. Pang and I have some things to discuss, and we will continue the meeting when we come back!"

With the identities of Pang Jindong and Chen Mingjun, it is impossible to stand outside the conference room and mutter, and there needs to be a suitable place for private conversations.

For this place, Pang Jindong did not give a proposal, and Chen Mingjun did not say it, but put on a master's posture and led Pang Jindong straight to the chairman's office.

The decoration of the chairman's office is simple and elegant, completely in accordance with Chen Ziyang's personal preferences, whether it is tables, chairs or other furnishings are traditional Chinese style.

In addition, there are many antiques, several calligraphy and paintings hanging, and a screen behind the mahogany desk.

On the screen, Zhuge Liang's "Teacher Table" is a bit like Chen Ziyang's self-evident ambition.

Chen Mingjun sat down at the back of the desk with a big grin, leaned back comfortably in the chair, looked around at Yiqiē in the office with his head in his hands, and suddenly showed a trace of disdain on his face: "In the past, I longed for this place the most, but now that I really have this place, it looks like that's just that!"

Pang Jindong sat opposite Chen Mingjun and reminded: "You don't own this place yet!"

Chen Mingjun ignored Pang Jindong's reminder, but expressed his opinion on this office: "What kind of decoration is this, why does it look so rustic! These tables, chairs and furniture should all be thrown away and replaced with European styles; how can this chandelier look like it was only in a brothel in ancient times, I want a crystal chandelier; and those calligraphy and paintings, especially the one in the middle, are crookedly written on them, so that people can't understand them at all, and they should be replaced with a few oil paintings......

Pang Jindong sneered and told Chen Mingjun: "That painting is a copy of Zhang Xu's wild grass, and it is quite expressive!"

Pang Jindong is far away from the pair of words, and can only make a judgment through guò itself, if you approach the front to see the inscription on it clearly, you will know that it is copied by a famous artist.

"I don't like it!" Chen Mingjun turned his head to look, raised his legs on the desk, stared at Pang Jindong and asked, "Getting back to business, what do you have to say to me?"

Pang Jindong did not answer immediately, but was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "Who is Gong Xie?"

"He's a great person!" Chen Mingjun answered this question frankly, not caring at all that people knew that he was manipulated by Gong Xie, but he was not inadvertently tricked out by Pang Jindong: "You Pang Jindong probably think you are amazing, but compared to Gong Xie, it's just this ......" Chen Mingjun said and raised his little finger.

"Maybe Gong Xie is a very capable person, but he can let you do this to your relatives, which is obviously not a good thing!"

"So what?" Chen Mingjun slapped the table, suddenly stood up, and his tone became indignant: "I think Gong Xie is right, in this world, wealth, power, and power are the absolute truth! What are relatives? When they are competing for interests, they don't even put each other to death?"

Pang Jindong nodded: "You did put your family to death?"

"You know how many things you know, they all deserve it!" Chen Mingjun's facial muscles twitched a few times, and his tone became more angry: "My father was killed by Chen Zifeng!"

Pang Jindong never expected Chen Mingjun to say such a sentence, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "You must have a misunderstanding......

"Misunderstanding?" Chen Mingjun laughed wildly, but there was a trace of tears in his eyes: "This is what he admitted in front of my uncle!"

Pang Jindong found incomparable sadness in Chen Mingjun's gaze, although he was not sure that Chen Mingjun was not without a little misunderstanding, but Pang Jindong had to realize with a headache that the affairs of the Chen family were not only a pool of troubled water, but also a bunch of bastards, including the rotten good man Chen Ziyang.

Pang Jindong took a deep breath and did not explore the truth of Chen Mingjun's words, but reminded: "Even if your father dies at the hands of Chen Zifeng, Chen Zifeng should be responsible alone, and you should not attack your uncle, third uncle and cousin!"

"My uncle?" Chen Mingjun put away his wild laughter, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face: "As the eldest son in the family and the head of the Chen Group, he should seek justice for my father!

Chen Mingjun clenched his fists tightly and said hatefully: "If Chen Ziyang and Chen Zifeng have a deep brotherhood, and my father is isolated at home, then I won't say anything! However, the person who opposes Chen Ziyang the most in the family is Chen Zifeng, and my father still offended Chen Zifeng in order to help Chen Ziyang, and the result is so special!"