Xiao Hei finally understood Fang Zhiyi's intentions.

He devoted all his efforts to cultivating a group of gifted students, and then sponsored them all the way until these students entered society and gradually achieved success. Many of them, after gaining a foothold, immediately turned around and donated money to their alma mater. At the same time, they used the school to pave the way for their younger schoolmates. Under this almost abnormal cohesion, Zhiyuan Group was born. This group covers all walks of life, but very few people know that the biggest director of this group is sitting in a small private school. Even fewer people know how terrifying the power is behind an inconspicuous old gatekeeper.

Fang Chenghan relayed Fang Zhiyi's words.

"What Dad meant was that this was our own karma, and he deliberately left it for us to deal with ourselves."

Thus, Hong Yanwen's story came to an end.

He was a greedy and unscrupulous person to begin with, so he couldn't withstand the investigation. Moreover, the media was exposing the products under his name, and one by one, well-known artists and actors came forward. The company's funds were also cut off. What terrified him even more was that the store opened by his son was also shut down.

After some thought, he decided to leave before he was killed. He was going abroad. To his surprise, the daring smuggling went surprisingly smoothly, which led him to burst into laughter as he set foot on foreign soil: "A bunch of trash! You're all garbage! Bah, you want to kill me? You piece of trash that even your parents didn't want are not worthy!"

He was still laughing maniacally until he saw several tall foreigners appear before him.

The person who brought him over greeted the group, and Hong Yanwen immediately became alert, but it was too late; his eyes were rudely blindfolded.

When he saw light again, he had been led to an unknown valley, where a limping man saw him and excitedly rushed forward: "Principal Hong! Principal Hong!"

He stared in surprise at the man who had become somewhat unrecognizable. Finally, the man revealed his name: he was the thug he had hired at the school.

"There were more than a dozen of us here! Principal Hong, please find a way to get us out of here!" The man was almost crying. Here, they could only sleep for four hours a day, and every meal was pig feed with a sour smell. If they stopped working for even a little while, they would be beaten. That's how his leg was crippled.

As they were talking, the whip lashed across his back. A foreigner with a thick accent said, "You, get to work, or else!" He brandished the whip in his hand.

Hong Yanwen had no idea that this revenge had already begun, but he was the last one to be targeted.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late.

He even contemplated suicide, but was quickly brought back to life.

"The boss's friend instructed that you cannot die." The menacing-looking foreigner grinned menacingly at Hong Yanwen.

Hong Yanwen's world has collapsed.

"Yellow Hair, you went to apologize again?" Ruan Wenkang looked at Yellow Hair, who hummed a little tune as he walked in. Yellow Hair rolled his eyes at him: "What are you talking about? We're good buddies now, and his daughter even recognizes me as her godfather!"

"Oh my, this is terrible! I heard your son has recently started bullying people?"

"He dares! Break his legs!"

"Speaking of which, isn't so-and-so's art exhibition about to start?"

"Hey, who is it? Tsk tsk, you like someone but don't dare to say it?"

Can you please shut up?

"Boss, look at the pathetic state they're in!"

Fang Chenghan stared blankly at the phone in his hand.

"That old bastard maxed out my bank card! He took all the money and spent it all after he retired!!!" Fang Chenghan's desperate shouts filled the entire room.

Everyone burst into laughter.