Outright Favoritism Chapter 1112: : The bad news comes one after another

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He Huatang was so angry that he stared at He Chen with red eyes, "Nizi, are you worthy of the ancestors of the He family?"

"He Huatang!" He Chen walked up to him step by step, holding the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, bending over, and sneered, "You regard me as the He family? Huh? You have a hundred people in the He family, when I am Has your family been congratulated? You ask me this sentence now, where does your **** face come from?"

He Huatang stared at the familiar and unfamiliar handsome face, and was speechless for a while.

He Chen stared at him deeply, and then said gloomily: "This is just the beginning."

At five o'clock in the morning, the east is dawning.

The He family is exhausted, and the ancestral hall in the backyard is full of mess.

He Huatang was sitting in a wheelchair with a dark red face, and the whole He family was immersed in grief through the night's changes.

The He Family Ancestral Hall, which has been battered by wind and rain for decades, has become a pile of ruined walls.

The He family never felt that their status in Parma was so humble.

All night long, the He family turned out to be helpless.

No matter how many phone calls you make or how many friends you ask for help, no one comes to help from start to finish.

At this time, He Chen had left the ancestral hall and was sitting with Yin Mo in the front yard for breakfast.

Several uncles greeted the servants to clean up the mess, but almost all the tablets that could be found were smashed.

"Go to the police, find someone..." He Huatang closed his eyes, his tone dull and helpless, "The He family must not be destroyed in He Chen's hands."

While talking, the servant who came from the promenade shouted in surprise: "Master, madam, the eldest master is back."

He Qing is back?

The dazed Rong Manli suddenly opened her eyes, "Is it Ah Qing?"

The servant nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, the young master's car is outside the door, and someone saw him go to the front yard."

He Huatang and Rong Manli's eyes met, and there was a trace of urgency hidden in their eyes, "Hurry up, go to the front yard."

……

In the main hall of the front yard, He Chen was sitting in the chair of the Imperial Master and was peeling eggs for Yin Mo, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Yin Mo wore a suit jacket on his shoulders and blinked, "It's kind of, but I can hold on."

"Should I have someone take you back first?" He Chen looked at the end of the woman's eyes distressedly, and handed the peeled egg to Yin Mo's mouth. "If you are sleepy, go back to sleep, and you don't need to accompany me." /

Yin Mo took a bite with the egg in it, and shook his head stubbornly, "Not sleepy."

He Chen's thin lips outlines a faint smile, leaning forward slightly, teasing her: "Go back, I will hold you to sleep."

On the other side, He Qing is standing in the hall, his cheek is injured, and his figure is slightly thin, but his hands are cut back and his mouth is taped. Next to him are two men with olecranon rings on their tails. Restrain him.

No moment, all the He family rushed over.

The three of the He family met in the main hall, Rong Manli cried bitterly, but He Qing caught her tragically bloodied severed arm, and immediately began to struggle like a trapped beast.

How could a He Chen mutilate the He family?

"Everyone is here, so I'll just say a few words?" He Chen folded his legs lazily and sat on the upper head like the owner of the entire house.

The uncle is still talking loudly now, "He Chen, don't be proud, you will pay the price for everything the He family suffered last night."

He Chen touched his eyebrows and couldn't laugh. "I like to see you idiots who are desperate and helpless. Everyone, before I pay the price, do you want me to ask for some interest first?

After tossing all night, I was also tired. Why don't we make a quick fight? Everyone shoots me a shot. It's dead or alive. It's fair to you, right? "

Yin Mo frowned slightly when he heard He Chen's words coldly, and his eyes darkened a lot.

Sure enough, he wants to kill at He's house.

This won't work.

Yin Mo grabbed his suit jacket, recalling the phone call she had with Qiaoqiao yesterday, maybe... now is Qiaoqiao's so-called most appropriate time.

Thinking about this, Yin Mo didn't dare to delay, and under the cover of his jacket, he sent a WeChat message on his mobile phone.

The He family is dead, but He Chen can't be crowned as a father-killer.

Besides, murder is the first to punish the heart, and death is not the only way out for the He family.

……

At the same time, starting at 6 o'clock in the morning, the entrances and exits of the blocks around the old house of the He family were inexplicably sealed.

The alarm call made by my uncle was also delayed.

At half past six, the butler received a phone call. After listening to the report inside, the whole person was struck by lightning.

He walked stiffly to Rong Manli, "Husband and Madam, the semiconductor factory of the He family was blown up last night..."

Rong Manli’s physical strength has reached the limit. At this time, she and He Huatang are sitting in a wheelchair, staying up all night and the pain of a broken arm, making her feel that life is better than death.

"What is...blow up?"

The butler looked at He Chen with trepidation, "The other party claimed to be from Wenxi Island, and he paid a lot of money to dismiss all the workers. The factory exploded at four o'clock this morning, and the fire has not been extinguished..."

Rong Manli took a breath and closed her eyes dizzyly, "Who are they? How dare you in Parma..."

"He said his surname was Jin, to support his fourth brother."

Everyone subconsciously looked at the fourth uncle, and he was the only person in the He family's fourth oldest.

Si Shugong spread out his hands in a daze, "I don't know people from Wenxi Island..."

"Madam, sir, dear uncles, the police station is here." The servant's words are like the rain falling from the sky, instantly nourishing a grassland of hope in everyone's heart, "Hurry up, invite them in."

The servant leaned on the door frame and panted, "But... they said they couldn't get in. The surrounding main roads are under traffic control. Let's wait."

A wave of unsettled waves recurred, and the flames that had just ignited in everyone's hearts were extinguished again.

In the distance, you can reach the pedestrian street of He's family directly. Every street has a military off-road vehicle, which is called traffic control.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the bad news followed.

He’s headquarters received a notice from the State Administration of Taxation and requested that the office be suspended immediately to cooperate with the State Administration’s tax investigation.

At seven ten ten, the financial accounts of He's headquarters were frozen, and the personal accounts of Rong Manli and He Qing were frozen.

At 7:30, the Heshi headquarters office building in the business district was affixed with a seal.

All developments are like someone behind the scenes.

In addition to He Qing, the He family is still actively discussing solutions. After all, the factory was bombed, which indirectly caused the State Administration of Taxation to focus on He’s family. This seems... understandable.

At this moment, the sun is shining outside the hall.

He Chen was napping with his forehead, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

And He Qing in the hall kept showing Yin Mo with his eyes. The latter observed for a few seconds, then calmly asked: "Do you want to talk?"

He Qing nodded, Yin Mo glanced at He Chen, and seeing that he didn't stop him, he ordered the members of the Black Hawk to tear off the tape at the corner of his mouth.