Outright Favoritism Chapter 686: : The three masters of the Shang family are all here
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The Ming family retired for more than 20 years. On this afternoon, a mysterious force was suddenly pushed into the hot search of Parma's social networking site.
Even if the shoemaker family retires, its family business still has a lot of influence in Parma.
Nowadays, the younger generation has never heard of Mingjia, but just mentioning certain brand shoes can resonate with many people.
The information exposed on the Internet is very simple. The Ming family forcibly forced the ambassador of the friendly country to compensate for the damage caused by the fire in the cultural park.
Pama netizens who are active in the frontline:? ? ?
Manxi: The Ming family is demented?
Miao Miao: The ambassador of the friendly country pays compensation for the loss of the cultural park. The Ming family should not sell shoes, they should sell the country.
The country owes me a Wang Jingze: As far as the matter is concerned, is it possible that the cultural park was burned by the friendly ambassador?
I don't want to go to work: According to the gossip, it is said that high-ranking people in Myanmar visited the cultural park in a low-key manner. After the fire broke out, the Ming family wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail, and the result was hitting Tai Sui.
For a time, there was a lot of condemnation against the Ming family on the Internet.
In the information age, nothing is hidden.
The Ming family became a target of public criticism, and even the house hidden in the deep alleys of the old city was picked up.
Ming Zhiyuan held an emergency family meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon, and the whole Ming family was in dire straits.
The Court of Chiefs issued a death order. If the person cannot be taken out of the police station today, the Ming family will be sanctioned.
The current chief, Ning Yuanhang, is a resolute master, and he does what he says.
Ming Zhiyuan had to put on Chinese tunic suits for the sake of Ming's parents' long-term career. Accompanied by a housekeeper, Ming Zhiyuan went to the district police station to hire people.
There is no room for maneuver in the matter.
Ming Zhiyuan sat in the car, as if he was ten years old, and looked more and more tired and chaotic.
At this time, the co-pilot's butler received multiple refund messages, and his sighs overflowed his lips, "Master, the news on the Internet can't be removed, and the public relations company has returned the money."
Ming Zhiyuan lifted the corners of his eyes with sagging texture and laughed at himself, "My Ming family’s fame, I’m afraid it’s going to be ruined."
The butler turned around and looked at the back seat, and suggested like a dying struggle, "Master, we just insist that she set the fire, maybe we can give it a try."
"Strike?" Ming Zhiyuan repeated his words, and sighed, "How can you fight, she is Tan Sri, Burma, don’t you understand that you don’t know who you are? Who dares to risk a big deal? To discredit the ambassadors of diplomatic countries. Even if she did it, I would have to... bend, bend, admit, and be wrong."
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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ming's Passat stopped in front of the police station.
Ming Zhiyuan leaned out and stumbled.
The reporters staying outside the police station rushed to him when they saw him, and the question was acrimonious.
"Mr. Ming, did you personally instruct the police station to frame the ambassador of the friendly country this time?"
"Mr. Ming Zhiyuan, why has the Ming family's many industries not announced the company's fiscal year report in recent years?"
"Mr. Ming, I heard that the deputy chief of the police station was instructed by you to detain Tan Sri, Myanmar without evidence. Can you answer this question positively?"
"Master Ming..."
The reporters surrounded Ming and Zhiyuan at the entrance of the police station, and the Ming’s driver stepped forward to maintain order, but the effect was minimal.
Ming Zhiyuan couldn't walk in any direction, and his blood surged up and he couldn't wait to find a place to get in.
Such a scene is undoubtedly a shame for him.
Fortunately, police officers rushed to clear the reporters when they heard the news, and the scene was chaotic.
At this time, three black Gusts drove slowly on the side road of the police station, and the moment the number plate appeared, it attracted the attention of the reporter.
The car stopped, the bodyguard got out of the car and opened the rear doors of the three cars.
The first to cross the legs from the lead car is a magnificent Shang Zonghai dressed in gray Tang suit.
The reporters' fingers froze when they tried to press the shutter.
Why did the Patriarch of Pama's No. 1 Distinguished Family come? !
Immediately afterwards, in the second car, Shang Yu, dressed in a jet black shirt and trousers, leaned out.
The reporters quietly hid their equipment.
Young Master Shang, who dares to shoot~IndoMTL.com~Get red envelopes] Follow the public.. Public accounts [Book Friends Base Camp~IndoMTL.com~ draw up to 888 cash red envelopes!
Finally, Shanglu, with a handsome face, appeared from the third car with a sullen face in a T-shirt and jeans.
The three masters of the Shang family are here.
What is this for?
Shang Zonghai squeezed the Buddha beads with one hand, pushed his glasses, and walked in the setting sun with Shang Yu and Shang Lu on his side.
The hordes of reporters spontaneously stepped aside from the sideways and stared at the three.
At the end of the front, under the steps of the police station, Ming Zhiyuan clutched his chest, breathing heavily with the help of the housekeeper.
He regretted not taking a bodyguard on the trip today. He thought of a low-key apology and please go to Li Qiao, but... he didn't expect the reporter to squat in the police station brazenly.
In an instant, Shang Zonghai came to Ming Zhiyuan, with one hand behind him, and the other hand holding the Buddhist beads gently twisting, "Master, don't come here without problems."
Ming Zhiyuan is more than eighty years old, and people who have been in contact with him over the years will give him a good name for charity and harmony.
But in this situation, he glared with anger, his eyes flashing, "Shang Zonghai, you arranged all of this today?"
Ming Zhiyuan cannot forget what Shang Zonghai did to the Ming family thirty years ago.
He even hated Ming Dailan more than once. It was her beauty that caused the Ming family's unwarranted disaster.
Faced with the undisguised hatred of the old man, Shang Zonghai looked back at the badges of the group of reporters lightly, "There are many official media directly under the Chiefs’ Court. If I can arrange for them, why? As for letting my girl be imprisoned by you all the time."
An understatement, but extremely informative.
A reporter sniffed the taste of conspiracy, stepped forward and asked tentatively: "Business owner, you are here at the police station today..."
Shang Zonghai laughed loudly and said, "Of course he came to take my child home."
Afterwards, instead of waiting for the reporter to ask another question, he bent his lips deeply, "Everyone, Mr. Ming is not in good health. Why don't you sell me a thin noodle and wait for him to invite my girl out. How about you interview?"
The reporters are all human beings, and echoed his suggestion.
The farce in front of the police station seemed to be Shang Zonghai's relief for Ming Zhiyuan, but in fact it completely trampled the Ming family's head.
A glorious festival, a night festival is not guaranteed.
Ming Zhiyuan's temple suddenly jumped, his old face flushed, and he snorted coldly and walked into the police station messily as he looked at Shang Zonghai who was pretending to be affectionate.
In the detention room, Ming Zhiyuan stood in front of Li Qiao, his muddy eyes becoming more and more tranced.
After many years, he almost thought that Jing Yilan was resurrected.
Li Qiao raised his eyelids for a moment, not letting go of any subtle changes on his face, "Patriarch Ming, you seem surprised to see me?"
Ming Zhiyuan took away all the exposed emotions in a second, and said lightly: "My son, this time it is my Ming family who is wrong and misunderstood you. No matter what the reason, I am willing to bear all the mistakes."