In the Du family's splendid manor, all the servants were cautious in their words and deeds, and even walked on their toes, for fear of making a sound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Because they all know that the owner of this manor is throwing a tantrum. None of the servants wanted to bump into Du Zirui's anger. More than a dozen servants had already been whipped to death by this tyrannical and cunning master.

A strong man walked into the manor, his combat uniform dirty, his hair almost clumped together from the oil. He was out of step with the neat and luxurious manor, but neither the security guards nor the servants came out to stop him, allowing him to whistle frivolously and tease a few maids who were in a hurry to evade.

Knowing that when he was about to walk into the study, he straightened his tattered clothes, took his expression seriously, and buttoned the alloy door of the study.

"Come in!"

A voice of suppressed anger came from the room, and the door popped open.

"How's it going, how much cotton has been harvested in the last week?"

Du Zirui is a thin, middle-aged man who wears a close-fitting velvet dressing gown. His skin was dark yellow, the corners of his eyes and forehead were wrinkled, he had a dull hooked nose, and his eyes were thin and long, glittering with a chilling light.

His somber voice sent a chill down the spine of the lawless corporate's armed leader.

"Well, the Freedom Brotherhood has been getting more and more active lately, and it's hard for us to buy cotton as easily as we used to."

Chen Jian lowered his head uneasily, not daring to look directly at Du Zirui.

"I don't need to know that, I just want to know how much cotton you've harvested lately."

Du Zirui suppressed his anger and clasped the hardwood table with his index finger. Those who know him well know that this is a sign before he gets angry.

"Two hundred and seventy tons... We did everything we could. The Brotherhood of Liberty has relocated all the settlements that have returned to them. There were fewer and fewer isolated villages, and even if they did not submit to the Brotherhood of Freedom, they became more and more emboldened to violently rebel against the company's cotton-harvesting teams. ”

There was an eerie silence in the office, except for the sound of Du Zirui tapping on the table.

Chen Jian raised his head with some hesitation and defended himself. He thinks that he has worked hard for Du Zirui for so many years, and he will not blame himself for the unsmooth cotton harvesting.

"Recently, the company's armed losses have been heavy, and even Manager Tong has been killed, so it is really impossible to buy as much cotton as before."

Du Zirui took a deep breath, picked up the golden cane he kept in his hand, and walked to Chen Jian's side.

Lately, he's been feeling like he's had something going wrong. The Brotherhood of Freedom, which had disappeared from nowhere, suddenly revived, constantly making trouble for his men in the wilderness and sabotaging the progress of his plans, and then his right-hand man, Zhang Guangling, disappeared after being sent out to contact Maduri, and was supposed to have been killed by Maduri. Not long ago, he secretly spied on the exchange and sent a tip-off that Huang Yuanyin was selling cotton on a small scale, and he tried his best to speculate on the price of cotton, and the increase began to fall.

You must know that Huang Yuanyin is the largest manor owner in the entire Deccan Plateau, with countless slaves and cotton fields under his hands, and he holds a large amount of cotton in his hands.

He was not unprepared before, and had already reached an agreement with several large estate owners in the Deccan Plateau to share the huge profits of this plunder after the cotton was fried to the limit.

Now the Huang family's changes have almost made his careful plan go down the drain. As soon as he thought of this, he wanted to smash everything in anger.

A moment later, the servants near Du Zirui's study heard a dull thud and Chen Jian's plea for mercy. A look of fear flashed across everyone's faces, but they all did their best to remain indifferent.

It didn't take long for the sound of the pounding in the study to fade away.

"Drag this body out and dispose of it."

Du Zirui said a little out of breath.

Immediately, two strong security guards and three maids walked in, carried the body away, and disposed of the bloodstains in the room. After a while, there was no trace of Chen Jian in the study, and he completely disappeared from this world.

After killing someone, Du Zirui felt a little more relieved, picked up the landline on the desk, and dialed Huang Yuanyin's phone.

"Hey, Boss Huang, what do you mean by that batch of cotton you recently struck, do you want to play us like monkeys?"

Du Zirui's tone was gloomy, and he added the word "us" extraordinarily. Although his power alone is greater than Huang Yuanyin, it is not much exceeded, but with the addition of other people who are high in cotton, then he can steadily suppress Huang Yuanyin. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents.

Huang Yuanyin really wants to go his own way out of cotton, Du Zirui doesn't mind having a life-and-death relationship with him, so that the Huang family will completely disappear from the Deccan Plateau.

"My son is dead."

Huang Yuanyin only said one sentence during the call, which made Du Zirui silent.

He could hear Huang Yuanyin's suppressed madness and hatred from these words. Huang Yuanyin only has such a son, and because of the debauchery of his early life, it is basically impossible to have another one. After Huang Guanhong's death, the Huang family on the Deccan Plateau will be extinct.

"He died three days ago, in his room, and his body was found by the maid. He died in such a painful way that his whole body shrunk into a small ball, his skin withered, and his muscles atrophied, as if all the water in his body had been drained. ”

Huang Yuanyin said his son's death word by word, and there was a terrifying murderous aura in his words. It is believed that he has cleansed all the servants on his estate.

"Now the only thing I want to do is to find the murderer, I only give you seven days, you must find the murderer within seven days, otherwise, I will say that the harvested cotton will be released in one go, so that all of you will go bankrupt!"

After Huang Yuanyin finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and didn't even give Du Zirui a chance to communicate.

Du Zirui's face was gloomy, and he had to admit that Huang Yuanyin had fallen into his death hole. With this threat, the most valuable industrialists in the entire Deccan Plateau have to find a murderer for him.

But he knew that it was greasy, and it was very likely that the one who killed Huang Guanhong was the remnant soul of Maduri, the Ouroboros, and the ability of the Holy Demon was weird, how could it be so simple to find out where she was, not to mention that Huang Yuanyin only gave him seven days.

After a moment of silence in his study, he prepared to contact the other partners to share information. (To be continued.) )