Chapter 737: Who Else Opposes?

"I have only one request: let me see with my own eyes the death of those few culprits. And let me tell you, I can do things for you, but in the future, I will never sell you even a single share—not even one!" Shang Yizhou said, gritting his teeth.

He loved this company more than anything, more than women or children!

Why?

Because it represented the glory he had once created!

It was the mark of an era, the foundation he, Shang Yizhou, had spent most of his life building! Everyone in Shanghu knew how powerful Shanghe International was. This was his medal of honor, the spiritual nourishment he relied on for comfort in his old age.

If Shanghe International were truly shorted by Wei Rusi and ended up fading into bankruptcy, what meaning would his life have left?

What made him incredibly hateful was why so many old friends and partners—those American financial tycoons, capital giants, and business sharks who used to call him brother every day—were now avoiding him like the plague.

Shang Yanxiong! He pushed all the responsibility onto Shang Yanxiong!

This unfilial son looked glorious on the surface, but he had never truly been recognized by [The Organization]!

From beginning to end, he was just a dog of the United States. When it mattered most, the United States wouldn't lift a finger to help!

Instead, they took advantage of the situation to kick him while he was down!

Taking away so many shares of Shanghe International... truly damnable!

"Hey, listen." Belinsky suddenly put away his smile, leaned forward slightly, and said coldly, "Old man, don't try to boss me around; you don't have the qualifications. Besides, do you really think we value Shanghe International?"

"Your Shanghe International is about to be shorted; what use would I have for those worthless shares?"

His gaze grew deeper, making Shang Yizhou feel a chill in his heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

His body began to tremble violently.

...

The Ran Family old residence.

It was located on the relatively outer edge of Shanghu.

This cluster of Western-style houses from the Republican era had great style.

After continuous renovations, it had formed a sizable manor.

Every branch of the family had the right to own a place within this cluster, but rarely did anyone come. Except for the family's ironclad rule of a fixed family gathering every Friday night, they generally didn't want to live here.

Coupled with the fact that the ancestor had gone far away to the United States, everyone hadn't gathered together for a long time.

This small manor even had some irrigated fields, farmland, and livestock—managed, of course, in a modern way.

The Ran Family's rice was particularly exquisite.

It wasn't something you could buy on the market.

It was a variety specially cultivated by their scholar-official ancestors, known within the family as [Ran Rice]. When the Ran Family ate, except for necessary social engagements outside, they basically ate Ran Rice, especially during family gatherings.

Great families in Kyushu could be divided into three categories: noble clans, aristocratic clans, and prestigious clans.

In a sense, the Ran Family could basically be considered an aristocratic clan, just a relatively fallen one—relatively detached from the noble clans, which were just the low-class tastes of the nouveau riche. "Fallen" here didn't mean they were truly finished.

It was just that compared to other aristocratic clans, the Ran Family no longer possessed the glorious appearance of their ancestors.

And who knew if it was a curse from heaven.

For several generations, the Ran Family hadn't produced an outstanding man to serve as the head of the family.

If that were all, it would be fine; a woman as the head of the family didn't necessarily mean the family couldn't reach a higher level. The most important thing was that their fate was turbulent. Just like the Kennedy family, every head of the family didn't live long, and offspring often died prematurely.

Without a flourishing population and insufficient outstanding reserves, it would inevitably lead to the decline of the family.

Even if someone like Ran Changxi or Ran Xiang occasionally appeared, they died early.

It was truly lamentable, making people sigh with regret.

At this moment.

In the main building of the Western-style house cluster.

Ran Ruqiu sat in the main seat that only the ancestor was qualified to occupy, looking at the family members surrounding her, her face filled with coldness, murderous intent, and an indescribable majesty. It was as if she were high on a throne, looking down on the common people.

No one would have thought that Ran Ruqiu, who looked like a queen, was merely a pet crawling at the feet of Shang Yanxiong.

Everyone could feel her soul-stirring pressure.

Of course, it wasn't just because of Ran Ruqiu's gaze, but also the people surrounding them.

The entire hall was bustling, with almost all members of the Ran Family branches sitting there. And behind them were black-clad men several times the number of the Ran Family. These people wore black tactical gear and were expressionless. Their waists were bulging, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I called everyone here today for no other reason."

"The people who can speak for each branch are all here, and they have the power to make decisions. I'll keep it short and tell you my purpose directly. Everyone must hand over their shares in the Ran Family. Don't worry, I will give you a price you cannot refuse."

Ran Ruqiu crossed her legs and tapped the table lightly as she spoke.

Although everyone was very unconvinced now.

But there was no way.

Because they had all been "invited" here by these men in black.

At first, Ran Huaqin tried to struggle, but after being slapped 20 times by people sent by Ran Ruqiu, everyone became obedient.

"Um... then... what is the price?"

Ran Gaolan looked at his parents and asked tentatively.

Ran Ruqiu raised her beautiful eyebrows lightly, feigned contemplation for a moment, then smiled and looked around at everyone, "One dollar. Don't be in a rush to fly into a rage; didn't I say? I will definitely make it so you cannot refuse."

"One dollar, or death—take your pick."

After saying this, Ran Ruqiu closed her mouth, seemingly not intending to speak again.

One dollar? Or death?

"Ran Ruqiu! You, don't go too far!"

Ran Hongyue suddenly stood up and rebuked!

Unexpectedly, the first person to try to resist was President Ran Hongchun's two-hundred-pound wife. She slammed the table, pointed at Ran Ruqiu's nose, and roared excitedly, "What kind of crap are you spouting? Do you really dare to kill? The ancestor would kill you first! You..."

Before she could finish, the man in black behind her picked up his pistol and pulled the trigger.

[Bang—!]

Ran Hongyue, who had been lively just a second ago, died just like that, her voice instantly cut short.

Her large body hit the ground with a thud.

Motionless.

Shock, the whole room was shocked!

Ran Ruqiu actually dared to kill someone!?

"Are you crazy?"

Immediately after, a middle-aged beautiful woman stood up.

She said tremblingly, "Ruqiu! I was sent by the ancestor to reorganize the family affairs. I only arrived in Shanghu today, and you... you've already started killing? Send Ran Hongyue to the hospital immediately; maybe she can still be saved!"

The man in black behind her didn't say a word, and another peanut (bullet) was fired.

The beautiful woman also fell to the ground in response.

Fast, accurate, ruthless.

At this moment, everyone's heart was in their throat.

There were no more dissenting voices.

She had only arrived in Shanghu from the United States today to convey the ancestor's spirit! Ran Ruqiu actually gave the order to act without even thinking? What was she doing? Rebelling?

They looked at Ran Ruqiu, who had a beautiful face and, although usually proud, was considered pleasant, and felt a chill in their hearts! Terrible, it was truly too terrible. How had they never thought that Ran Ruqiu would be such a ruthless person?

President Ran Hongchun regretted it immensely. If he had known, he would have tried to notify Zheng Qian when he was abducted.

But now their phones had all been confiscated, and there was no way to get in touch with the outside world at all.

What to do?

What could they do?

Ran Ruqiu opened her beautiful big eyes slightly, looking at everyone present with contempt, "Who else objects?"

...

At this moment, night fell.

When everyone around Zheng Qian was in great danger, what was he doing?

He was still in Yebai.

Tonight, many relatives came to visit Chairman Xu Chengye. Xu Shuyun and Xu Huateng were responsible for receiving them. Zheng Qian thought it better not to disturb their family reunion. Having nothing to do, he might as well ask Deng Shuxin to watch a movie, and then go home to connect.

It was just that when they were kissing and had just entered the house, they saw her, also there.