Chapter 686: The Three Lords of the Shang Clan Are Here

Chapter 686: The Three Lords of the Shang Clan Are Here

The Ming family has retired for more than 20 years. In the afternoon, a mysterious force suddenly pushed him into the hot search on Pama's social networking site.

Even if the shoemaker family retired, its family business still had considerable influence in Parma.

Nowadays, the younger generation has never heard of Mingjia, but as long as a certain brand of shoes is mentioned, many people will resonate.

The information exposed on the Internet is very simple. The Ming family forcibly forced the ambassadors of friendly countries to compensate for the loss of the cultural park fire.

Palmer netizen who is active in the front line:? ? ?

Manxi: The Ming family lost their mind?

Meow miao: The loss of the cultural park should be compensated by the ambassador of the friendly country. The Ming family should not sell shoes, but sell the country.

The country owes me a piece of Wang Jingze: Let’s talk about the facts. Could it be that the ambassadors of friendly countries were responsible for the burning of the Cultural Park?

I don’t want to go to work: Gossip, it is said that high-ranking people in Myanmar visited the cultural park in a low-key manner. After the fire, the Ming family wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail, but it was Tai Sui’s head.

For a while, condemnation against the Ming family was raging on the Internet.

In the information age, everything is invisible.

The Ming family became the target of public criticism, and even the houses hidden in the deep alleys of the old city were pulled out.

Ming Zhiyuan urgently held a family meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon, and the entire Ming family was in dire straits.

The House of Chiefs issued a death order, and if the man could not be invited out of the police station today, the Ming family would be sanctioned.

The current chief, Ning Yuanhang, is a vigorous and decisive leader, and he does what he says.

For the Ming family's long-term foundation, Ming Zhiyuan had to change into a Chinese tunic suit, and accompanied by the butler, went to the police station of the division to invite someone.

Things, there is no room for maneuver.

Sitting in the car, Ming Zhiyuan seemed to be ten years older, looking more and more tired and confused.

At this time, the butler of the co-pilot received multiple refund messages, and sighed again and again, "Master, the news on the Internet can't be removed, and the public relations company has already refunded the money."

Ming Zhiyuan lifted the drooping eye corners, and laughed at himself, "I am afraid that my Ming family's first generation of fame will be ruined."

The butler turned around and looked at the back seat, and suggested as if dying, "Master, let's just insist that she set the fire, and maybe we can give it a go."

"Struggle?" Ming Zhiyuan repeated his words, and sighed, "How dare you fight, she is a Tan Sri from Myanmar, don't you understand if you put her identity out, who dares to risk disrespect to slander diplomatic relations?" The ambassador of the country. Even if she really did it, I have to... bend, bow, admit, wrong."

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Ming family's Passat car parked in front of the police station.

Ming Zhiyuan leaned over to get out of the car, staggering.

When the reporters who were stationed outside the police station saw him, they swarmed him with harsh questions.

"Mr. Ming, may I ask if you personally instructed the police station to frame the ambassador of a friendly country?"

"Mr. Ming Zhiyuan, why hasn't the company's financial annual report been released in recent years despite the many industries it owns?"

"Mr. Ming, I heard that the deputy chief of the police station was ordered by you to detain Tan Sri Tan Sri without evidence. Can you answer this matter directly?"

"Master Ming..."

The reporters surrounded Ming and Zhiyuan at the gate of the police station, and the driver of the Ming family stepped forward to maintain order, but the effect was minimal.

Ming Zhiyuan couldn't move an inch, and his blood was surging up, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

Such a scene is undoubtedly a shame and humiliation for him.

Fortunately, the police came to clear the reporters after hearing the news, and the scene was chaotic.

At this time, three black Gusters slowly drove up from the side road of the police station, and the moment the serial number plates appeared, they attracted the attention of the reporter.

The car stopped, and the bodyguard got out of the car and opened the rear doors of the three cars.

The first to step out from the front car was the majestic Shang Zonghai in a gray Tang suit.

The fingers of the journalists trying to press the shutter froze.

Why did the Patriarch of the No. 1 Pamar family come here? !

Immediately afterwards, in the second car, Shang Yu, who was wearing a black shirt and trousers, leaned forward.

The reporters quietly hid the equipment in their hands.

The young master of the Shang family, who dares to shoot...

In the end, it was the handsome and flirtatious Phytolacca, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, who appeared sullenly from the third car.

The three masters of the Shang family have all come.

What is this for?

Shang Zonghai held the Buddhist beads with one hand, pushed his glasses, and accompanied by Shang Yu and Shang Lu, he strolled in the setting sun.

Crowds of reporters spontaneously stepped aside and stared at the three of them.

Under the steps of the police station at the end of the front, Ming Zhiyuan held his chest and gasped for breath under the support of the housekeeper.

He regretted that he didn't take his bodyguards out today. He wanted to make a low-key apology and ask Li Qiao to leave, but... he didn't expect the reporter to be so bold as to guard the police station.

In a blink of an eye, Shang Zonghai came in front of Ming Zhiyuan, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand gently twirling the Buddhist beads, "Old man, don't come here without any harm."

Ming Zhiyuan is over eighty years old, and people who have been in contact with him over the years will give him a good name of charity and harmony.

But at this situation, he glared angrily, his eyes were full of fire, "Shang Zonghai, you arranged all of this today?"

Ming Zhiyuan can't forget what Shang Zonghai did to the Ming family thirty years ago.

He even secretly hated Ming Dailan more than once, it was her confidante who brought misfortune to the Ming family.

Faced with the old man's undisguised hatred, Shang Zong Haiyun calmly looked back at the badges of the group of reporters, "There are a lot of official media directly under the Emirates, if I can arrange them, why would my family The girl was framed and imprisoned by you for turning black and white."

A few words, an understatement, but a lot of information.

A reporter smelled the conspiracy, stepped forward and asked tentatively: "Business owner, why did you come to the police station today..."

Shang Zonghai laughed loudly and said, "Of course I came to pick up my child home."

Afterwards, before the reporter asked another question, he bent his lips in a deep voice, "Everyone, Mr. Ming is not in good health, why don't you sell me some thin noodles, and wait for him to invite my girl out, then you can interview me again, how about it?"

The reporters are all good people, so they agreed with his suggestion.

The farce in front of the police station seems to be that Shang Zonghai helped Ming Zhiyuan out of the siege, but in fact, he completely trampled the Patriarch of the Ming family under his feet.

A high-spirited festival is not guaranteed for a late festival.

Ming Zhiyuan's temples were throbbing, his old face was flushed, he looked at the hypocritical Shang Zonghai, he snorted coldly, and walked into the police station with messy steps.

In the detention room, Ming Zhiyuan stood in front of Li Qiao, his cloudy eyes becoming more and more dazed.

After so many years, he almost thought that Jing Yilan had come back to life.

Li Qiao raised her eyelids, not for a moment, not letting go of any subtle changes on his face, "Patriarch Ming, you seem surprised to see me?"

Ming Zhiyuan suppressed all the exposed emotions in a second, and said lightly: "My child, this time it is my Ming family who made a mistake and misunderstood you. No matter what the reason is, I am willing to bear all the mistakes."