Hearing about Deshengchang and Cao's, the senior management took a deep breath.

So that's how it is.

The old lady is so secretive that it's scary.

If he had known it was so dangerous, he also thought, would he have dared to ask someone to come and take Master Fang home?

In fact, besides being loyal to the Fang family, he also had selfish motives for coming this time.

Manager Song has been removed from office, and there have been major personnel changes in the bank. Of course, those with seniority have not yet attempted to covet the position of manager, but managers of higher ranks still have a good chance of competing for it.

That was why he was so motivated. He had originally thought that this mission would not be difficult. After all, the protection would be thorough and Young Master Fang would be guaranteed to have a comfortable journey. He had not expected it to be like this.

Thinking back to the killing just now, although there were so many elite soldiers hiding in secret, the situation was so intense at that time that the elite soldiers did not come out, but waited until the ultimate mastermind appeared.

This is not just being ruthless to those guards, the Fang family is also cruel to Young Master Fang.

This is like throwing Young Master Fang directly into a pack of wolves. Who can guarantee that everything will be safe under such circumstances?

It is really true that you cannot catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb.

This was an unexpected thrill, but also an unexpected surprise.

The senior manager looked at the knife in his hand.

The friendship between the young master of the Fang family and the future boss of Deshengchang, who were willing to take risks together and kill people, is extraordinary.

Then you can probably think about the position of the head shopkeeper...

As the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought through risk, and there is no such thing as free food in the world. God is truly fair.

The senior manager took a deep breath, straightened his expression, and stepped forward to take the wooden sign.

This wooden sign seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

What was familiar was that this was a pair of cards with the De Sheng Chang logo, but what was unfamiliar was that someone of his level had never come across a pair of cards of this specification before.

Even though he had never seen it before, he examined the cards carefully before turning around and presenting them to Miss Jun.

Miss Jun took it, looked at it, and then gave it to Fang Chengyu.

"This is my grandmother's token," she said. "Now you are the head of Deshengchang."

Fang Chengyu reached out and took it.

I didn't ask why my grandmother's token was in the hands of this general, why this general had gained my grandmother's trust, and why my grandmother could order this general around.

And even though the general said that he would hand it over to Madam Fang for disposal, he did not refuse at all when Miss Jun handed it to him.

You give it to me, I will take it, you let me do it, I will do it.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir." He stood up and got out of the car. He stood steadily without the help of others or crutches. He saluted the general and said, "I am Fang Chengyu from Deshengchang."

The general also looked at Fang Chengyu.

The boy was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a handsome face. Although he looked a little thin, he was graceful and charming. What was even more admirable was his expression, which was calm and gentle, as if he had met his elders on a peaceful road and was greeting them calmly.

It didn't feel like a robbery at all.

This kind of calm state of mind is either because one is used to robberies and murders, or because one has seen through life and death.

Either way, it's not something a child of this age can possess.

However, families with extraordinary wealth always raise extraordinary children. For a family as wealthy and with such a great background as Deshengchang, the next head of the family cannot be considered an ordinary person.

The general nodded with a smile.

"Not bad. Not bad," he praised.

Fang Chengyu stood up straight.

"Then I'll trouble you to interrogate them again." He said with a gentle expression and a sharp gaze, "Why did they come? Whose orders did they obey? What is the evidence? How many people are in the same party? How do they contact each other?"

After he said these words, the general put away his previous smile and responded seriously, "Yes."

It was like facing his superior instead of a skinny teenager.

With respect to him, Fang Chengyu did not seem like a skinny teenager.

"Sir, these officers and soldiers pretending to be bandits are handed over to you. I hope you will diligently find out the truth, catch the rebels, and redress the injustice that has plagued our family for more than a decade. Don't let people down." He said in a calm but powerful tone.

The general stood up straight.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang. I understand." He said loudly.

Seeing the general turn around and stride away, the guards present looked at Fang Chengyu with full respect, and the senior manager was even more excited and relieved, with tears in his eyes.

The young master who was rumored to be dying this year, and who acted like a spoiled little girl along the way, actually had such grace and elegance.

He was not panic-stricken in the face of the killing, nor was he afraid of the majestic general. He was gentle in his attitude, spoke in an orderly manner, and acted appropriately, just like the head of the family they imagined.

When the family turned around and looked inside the car.

"Nine years old," he shouted, looking serious and uneasy, pinching his fingers, "Is it okay for me to do this? I'm scared to death."

The guards were either looking up at the sky or down at the ground, each concentrating on their own.

No matter what, the young master is still a child, the senior manager rubbed his face and thought.

Miss Jun smiled.

"You did a great job," she smiled, "and you don't have to be afraid anymore. None of us have to be afraid anymore. Now it's someone else's turn to be afraid."

Yangcheng County, Zezhou Prefecture.

It has been scorching hot for several days in a row. Even in the early morning, there are fewer pedestrians on the street, and it seems a bit quiet.

A horse-drawn carriage was driving on the street, and it was obvious that it did not belong to an ordinary family because of the crowds of people following it.

The carriage arrived at a tavern outside the city gate.

The shopkeeper had already been waiting in front of the restaurant to greet them. He stepped forward without waiting for the carriage to stop and personally helped Mrs. Fang get off the carriage.

"Old lady, you are here early again today." He smiled flatteringly.

Old Mrs. Fang laughed.

"Nothing earlier than you," she said.

"No, I learnt this from you, old lady. When I took over this restaurant, you were busy with the business. I was secretly trying to outsmart you, but for a whole year you arrived at the restaurant earlier than me every day. I completely gave up." The shopkeeper laughed.

At that time, her family encountered a sudden change. She thought that she would marry a man to provide her with food and clothing, but she had to take over the family business. She had no choice but to work hard.

"More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye." Old Mrs. Fang sighed.

The shopkeeper nodded.

"Grandma, are you reminiscing about the good and bad times again?" Fang Yuxiu said as she got off the carriage.

"Second Miss, you are a rare guest." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Old Mrs. Fang smiled and put her arm around Fang Yuxiu's arm, then went into the restaurant chatting and laughing with the shopkeeper.

People on the street cast curious glances at me.

"The old lady from the Fang family has been coming here every day for tea recently." Someone said, "She said she was here to escape the summer heat."

"How can we escape the heat here? It's not as good as the Fang family's beautiful garden." Someone answered.

"What do you mean by summer vacation? It's about relaxing. Don't you know about the big thing that happened to the Fang family?" someone else said immediately.

The whole city of Yangcheng knows about this matter, and it has been discussed to the point where it cannot be discussed any further.

"Why worry? We've already caught him."

"But Master Fang was still killed."

"No, I heard that Master Fang is fine."

"How can it be alright? It's been a problem for so many years."

"Why else hasn't Master Fang shown up yet? He must have been murdered."

"No wonder you want to relax. This is really too frustrating."

While people outside were talking a lot, the private room at the highest point in the restaurant was quiet and peaceful.

As usual, Old Lady Fang sat by the window, looking intently and seriously at the road. From here you can see very far.

Although it was early in the morning, there were already many people walking on the road.

Although you can see very far, you may not be able to see clearly.

Fang Yuxiu stood behind Old Lady Fang and also looked outside.

Can you recognize who is the messenger?

Just as the thought flashed through her mind, she saw Old Mrs. Fang, who was sitting, suddenly stand up.

"Coming." She said in a hoarse voice.