Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

Shen Yichen raised his eyes slightly, the hand that took the agreement paused, Jun's face couldn't hide his surprise.

"Do you know who it is?" With the current situation of the Han Group, anyone who has the heart will grab it at such a time.

Taking advantage of the fire is nothing new for the business giants. It has always been the winner who is the king and the loser who is the thief. The competition is natural selection. Whoever is more capable can stand at the top of the food chain.

"It's not clear, the subordinates have already asked people to investigate, but there are two groups of people."

"Two groups of people?" Shen Yichen frowned and glanced at the curve data on the screen, frowning slightly, "One of the people should be the young marshal, let me check it out and let me know after confirming the news!"

"Okay!" Xu Han nodded and turned to leave the office.

Turning the seat, Shen Yichen stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking up at the setting sun sinking into the horizon. When thinking about it, the warm eyes gradually became cold and deep.

If the young marshal also made a move, it would mean that he would still have a backhand.

The crisis of the Han Group doesn't seem too serious this time. It doesn't look like the handwriting of the young marshal. If it is the young marshal, it will only be more ruthless!

But this crisis, as if someone was playing with Han's behind the scenes, one after another broke the news of Han's inside story, and one after another, Han Yaotian was caught off guard.

The other party didn't expose all the backhands at once, but they used this method to lengthen the front and prolong the torture. It's really interesting!

If the young marshal started to buy the shares of the Han family, with his means, it would definitely be a complete acquisition. Once the Han family fell, the situation of checks and balances between the four giants would be broken.

Once the situation changes, as the heir of the Shen family, he must prepare in advance.

It seems that his guess at the beginning was not wrong. The young marshal had indeed attacked the Han family. If the Zhao family were to step in at this time, and the four giants would check and balance again, the situation would inevitably become more severe.

The Zhao family... The eldest lady of the Zhao family is still a girl. Compared with the cunning and cunning head of the family, she is really a rookie.

She was still that girl's best friend. Even if the Shen family was neutral, once Yun Xi got involved, he would not be able to ignore her.

It seems that he has to plan ahead.

Thinking of this, he didn't think much about it, turned around and called his family to make sure that after his father came home for dinner at night, he took the coat on the back of the chair and left the office.

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With the intervention of the police, Han Yaotian finally rescued Han Wanling from the workers.

After being detained for a whole day, Han Wanling was embarrassed and exhausted without a drop of water.

Sitting in the back seat, she leaned on the back of the seat and looked weakly at the street lights passing by the car window. Although the injured forehead had been treated, it was still painful, and her resentful eyes were filled with poison. meaning.

This is her most embarrassing and most difficult day!

Han Yaotian looked at the figure in the back seat in the rearview mirror, and now he felt insulted even if he said a word more.

Han Wanling asked herself to go to the construction site to solve the problems of the workers. He thought she was very capable, but in the end, it was a shame to ask him to rescue her!

She made such a fuss, the problem was not solved, and the company lost a sum of money.

Han Wanling turned her head to look in the rearview mirror, and tugged at the corners of her mouth jokingly, "You see, I'm useless, I didn't expect them to be so aggressive! How about the young marshal, have you seen him?"

"No, he refuses to meet." Han Yaotian frowned, took a deep breath, and put aside his personal emotions and grievances temporarily while holding back his anger.

"This time it doesn't look like the young marshal's handwriting. I suspect that there are people behind it."