Wan Qiang broke into the Jucai Gate. Although the people from the Buna Gate were thousands of miles away, they fell to the ground in an instant, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, twitching all over, and lost consciousness.
"Grandmaster~"
"Great-grandfather..."
Two children's voices rang out, startling many people who rushed in. Seeing the old man lying on the ground, someone shouted, "Quick, go get Dr. Song."
Someone helped the old man up and used spiritual power to protect his heart meridian.
After struggling for a few minutes, the old man slowly woke up, but was already dying.
His cloudy eyes were fixed on the distance, and his voice was filled with inexplicable emotions. "Something happened to the Gate of Wealth. Our Zhong family is finished."
"God is going to destroy my Zhong family..."
"Misfortune for the family... misfortune for the family!"
…
Let me explain this in two ways.
Wan Qiang didn't even bother to sleep. She immediately went to the hotel front desk and asked seriously, "Where is the person in charge of your hotel? Tell him I have something urgent to talk to him about."
Although Wan Qiang has never had any representative works and has countless black fans on the Internet, she is still red after all, so the hotel receptionist knew her.
"Miss Wan, our general manager has already left work." The hotel receptionist said politely.
"Off duty?" Wan Qiang glanced at the words Shangra Hotel behind the receptionist and said meaningfully, "Your hotel is about to go bankrupt, and he still has the mind to rest."
The hotel receptionist was two young ladies in their twenties. Originally, they had no ill will towards Wan Qiang; they were just casual passersby, neither haters nor fans. But when they heard Wan Qiang's words, "This hotel is about to close down," their expressions changed.
Young lady number one: "Miss Wan, please be careful with your words. Otherwise, even if you have paid and are a guest of our hotel, we will have to ask you to leave."
Young lady number two: "No wonder netizens hate you. You have such a foul mouth and speak so harshly, who could possibly like you? You deserve your family to go bankrupt and you deserve to be trolled."
Wan Qiang was a little speechless.
She just told the truth, what's wrong with that?
And that girl number two, why does she speak so harshly? Does she really think that Wan Qiang has no temper?
She fixed her eyes on Miss No. 2 and said in a calm tone, "You rely on your good looks to interfere with other people's families. Do you really think you can keep it a secret?"
"There's no such thing as an impenetrable wall. I advise you to turn back as soon as possible. Don't let one wrong step lead to another, harming yourself and others and ending up in a bad way."
Little sister number two was terrified as she listened to every word Wan Qiang said.
She has been with that man for more than three years, and her closest friends and family don't know about it. How did Wan Qiang, a stranger who has nothing to do with her, know about it?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you born in the year of the dog? You bite everyone you see." She felt guilty, her eyes flickered, and she was obviously out of breath when she spoke.
Wan Qiang sneered, "To get what you want, you're not even willing to let go of two three-year-old children. Aren't you afraid of going to hell after death?"
When Wan Qiang said this, Miss No. 2 was completely dumbfounded.
Because... she had indeed been planning to get rid of the man's three-year-old children in the past two or three days so that he and his wife could divorce smoothly and marry her openly.
Apart from herself, only God knows about this matter.
Now that Wan Qiang said this, she was so frightened that she was shaking all over and couldn't utter a word.
Miss No. 1 wasn't stupid either. After Wan Qiang had said a few words, her colleague was already in this state. What else could she not understand?
She took a deep breath, weighed the pros and cons for several seconds, and then cautiously asked Wan Qiang, "Miss Wan, do you... do you know anything about that?"
Wan Qiang turned her gaze and met the gaze of Miss No. 1, answering the question irrelevantly: "Call your general manager."
This time, Miss No. 1 hesitated for a moment and quickly called the general manager using the hotel's landline.
"Mr. Wang, I am..."
Before Miss Number One could finish her words, Wan Qiang snatched the conversation away and said directly to the person on the other end of the line, "I'm Wan Qiang. I'm staying in room 2222 tonight. I broke the door."
Wan Qiang had just finished speaking when the other party hung up the phone.
She was not angry either. She walked calmly to the sofa not far away and sat down. She also said to Miss No. 1: "Pour me a cup of rose tea, thank you."
…
Five minutes later, a tall and thin man in his forties walked out of the elevator and walked angrily towards Wan Qiang in the lounge area.
"Is the door really broken?"
Wan Qiang understood everything just by taking a look at Mr. Wang.
Alas, what a sin.
Those who want their descendants to prosper and build this door to wealth at all costs are simply insane.
"Mr. Wang, I think we should talk somewhere else."
Mr. Wang was not listening to Wan Qiang's words. His eyes were bloodshot and he yelled at Wan Qiang, "If you break that door, I want you dead."
Wan Qiang: “…”
Damn.
If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm a sick cat, right?
I'm talking to you nicely, and you're still threatening me?
You are a family of bad guys. How dare you threaten me by barking like a dog?
"Mr. Wang is amazing. Since you want to talk here, let's do it this way."
After she finished speaking, Wan Qiang used her cell phone to call the nearby police and quietly cast a spell to immobilize Mr. Wang.
"A hundred years ago, the head of your Wang family, your great-grandfather Wang Mian, married three times. His first two wives died tragically and had no children. It wasn't until he married his third wife, Xianglan, that he had four sons in a row..."
Wan Qiang deliberately hesitated to speak.
What she said were the secrets of the Wang family that were never passed on to anyone else. It was the truth about how the Wang family was once extremely poor, but later became extremely wealthy!
When Wang Mian was alive, he warned all the descendants of the Wang family that the matter concerning that year and Xianglan must never be spread out!
But it was very unusual that Wan Qiang could speak of the names of Wang Mian and Xianglan so clearly at this moment, and also mentioned the deaths of his first two wives.
How could she, a down-and-out female star in her twenties whose family was bankrupt and heavily in debt, know those secrets?
"You are not Wan Qiang."
Mr. Wang stared at Wan Qiang, his thoughts racing through his mind before he uttered five words.
Wan Qiang raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't matter who I am, but the sins committed by generations of your Wang family are what you owe Xianglan. It's time to repay them."
Mr. Wang shook his head and was about to retort when he realized Wan Qiang had actually called the police. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Your stories are so well written. It would be a shame if you didn't become a screenwriter."
"You know very well whether this is a made-up story or not." Wan Qiang smiled slyly, "Or, in other words, you will only admit it if I bring Xianglan to you?
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