Inside the Wang family courtyard.

The body of the old patriarch has been transported back to the main building, and his wife cried loudly in the house. The children and grandchildren were either panicked, sad, or gathered together to whisper. In short, the reactions were different, just like a big drama on earth.

As soon as the patriarch was killed, the gunman was locked up, so Wang Zonghan and several other brothers had no time to be sad at this moment. They just wanted to arrest people and find out the truth.

In the eldest son's courtyard, dozens of people gathered together to make phone calls, and the sound was very noisy. Wang Zonghan called Wen Beiliang, Dong Feng and other old men from other families, as well as brothers around him, and discussed softly.

A sound of footsteps sounded, and the young man, who was covering his face tightly, walked into the main room under the guidance of the person in charge of the eldest son's yard.

"Zong Han, Mr. Han is here." The manager reminded him.

Wang Zonghan suddenly turned around and saw that Han Fei had taken off his scarf and hat. He reached out and said to him: "Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Hello." Wang Zonghan had never been around Longcheng before. He had never met Han Fei, but he also knew the relationship between this person and the Wang family, so he shook hands with him very politely.

"I just heard the bad news, I feel sorry for you, Mr. Wang." Han persuaded him politely.

When Wang Zonghan heard this, he looked at Han Fei with mixed eyes, and nodded at him barely without replying.

Han Fei thought for a while and asked softly: "I heard that the murderer ran away, right?"

"Yes." Wang Zonghan gritted his teeth: "I'm not afraid of you making fun of you. Mr. Han. The gunman ran to Xinxiang and disappeared. My people were going to look for him, but they were stopped outside by the third room. Both sides almost fired their guns."

Han Fei frowned and looked at Wang Zonghan and said, "Is it convenient to go upstairs and say a few words?"

Wang Zonghan was stunned: "Yes, please go upstairs."

...

Seven or eight minutes later, Wang Zonghan, Han Fei, and the boss in charge of the big room all sat on the sofa in the living room on the second floor.

"Mr. Han, if you have anything to do, just say that there are no outsiders here." Wang Zonghan took the lead in talking.

Han Fei rubbed his palms, looked up at Wang Zonghan and asked, "I am in a very heavy mood in terms of the patriarch's murder, whether in terms of emotional or cooperative relationships..."

This sentence seems official, but it is actually a heart-wrenching sentence. The Han family suffered a catastrophe in Songjiang to protect the Wang family from entering smoothly. But as soon as Han Fei ran out, the clan leader was fucking his tumultuous way, so how could he not feel heavy?

I have the heart to die.

"well!"

Han Fei sighed and continued, "But as a partner, since the matter has happened, we are in a state of sorrow, and we must immediately recognize the facts, adjust our thinking, and smoothly overcome the difficulties in front of us. When I came here just now, you are going to take someone to ask the third room, right?"

Wang Zonghan pondered for a few seconds: "It's not a question, it's a disarm."

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, shook his head slightly and replied, "Mr. Wang, I was about to tell you about this. When the patriarch was killed, we should be very cautious in our attitude towards the Third Room."

"How can you be very cautious?" Dong Feng asked.

"The power transfer of the Wang family is best to be smoothly passed after the death of the patriarch." Han Fei said with a clear idea: "I have roughly understood the weight of the three houses in the Wang family, so I think it is best for us to not have conflicts with them now. We should fight for them with the purpose of suppressing things and working together to win them, and support Uncle Zong Han to successfully succeed as the patriarch."

When everyone heard this, some of them looked calm, while others frowned, thinking that the Han family was too polite and even began to inquire about the new patriarch.

"I know that the old patriarch just passed away, and it is a bit inappropriate for us to sit here to discuss this topic." Han Fei spoke politely from beginning to end: "But the incident happened suddenly and the situation is quite complicated now, so whether we are for the Wang family or the interests of partners of all parties, we should come up with a complete plan as soon as possible to overcome this hurdle."

Wang Zonghan was silent.

"Mr. Han, Zong Han has a suggestion on how to deal with the third house. "Dong Feng frowned and replied, "What's more, you only saw some of the appearance of the Wang family and didn't understand the actual relationship between several houses. Before you came, we were also discussing this matter. Some people already believe that whether it is the matter between Zhang Qing and Tiannan or the sudden murder of the clan leader, it may have something to do with the third house. Otherwise, you can't explain why Wang Zongtang never handed over Tianhui, and even less understand why the gunman disappeared when he ran to Xinxiang. Therefore, these accidental events are likely to be the long-planned plan of the three houses. They want to split up at the critical moment when Zong Xiang ran for the chief congressman."

Han Fei licked his lips and listened quietly.

"For the Wang family, Tiannan's death and the murder of the patriarch all had an indescribable relationship with the Third House. They did not take the initiative to explain, nor could they come up with evidence to get rid of suspicion. They even acted like they wanted to beat and kill, so we must deal with them. For Zong Han personally, if he had no father and son, this matter would not be good." Dong Feng continued: "So we have a judgment on the issue of the Third House."

Han Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "A lot of things have not been figured out yet. If we force the third house to force the three families to actively propose a separation, what will you do?"

"Beat." Wang Zonghan suddenly opened his mouth and said a word without any doubt.

"I don't agree." Han Fei shook his head.

"Mr. Han, I'm talking straight, don't be dissatisfied." Wen Beiliang said with his eyes narrowed: "This is the Wang family's family business. Isn't it good for outsiders to interrupt, right?"

Han Fei raised his head, pondered for a while and said, "Since I'm not going to go around the corner. The Han family contributed to your support, and what they valued is the overall strength of the Wang family. The people who supported the Wang family so much were also respectful of your overall family energy. If the three families took their people to separate the family and divided this overall strength, how can our layout and expected goals be achieved?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this because they didn't expect Han Fei to be so strong and even pointed at them. If you want to split, I may not invest money for you in the future, or reduce investment, and the party and government may not continue to value you as much as they do now.

Wang Zonghan thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Han, is this what you mean or what the upper class means?"

"What do you mean with me and the upper class?" Han Fei replied bluntly.

When Wang Zonghan heard this, he loosened his collar in dismay and fell silent again.

"Can you do this?" Han Fei looked at everyone and said, "You said the gunman was probably kept by the third bedroom. Then I will go to Wang Zongtang to discuss with him and ask him to return the gunman, explain all kinds of things clearly, and give the big house an explanation."

"Mr. Han, you are now going. Once Wang Zongtang is rebellious, you will be in danger." Dong Feng reminded with kindness.

"I am willing to take this risk." Han Fei said with his eyes narrowed.

When everyone was talking about interests, quarrels, or even threatening each other in the house, the old patriarch was lying on the cold ground of the main building, covered in blood, and had not even changed his clothes. Next to the mouse hole under the cabinet on the first floor, a mouse squeaked at the descendants of his own thoughts in the hall...

The storm figures who have been glorious for decades in Longcheng are all sad when they end up.

...

Outside Songjiang, Lao Li saw Ma Laoer who had been transferred to near Longcheng by Qin Yu, and whispered to him: "Let's go, go to Xinxiang."
Chapter completed!