Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 686 The three masters of the Shang family are all here

  Ming’s family retired for more than 20 years. On this afternoon, a mysterious force was suddenly pushed into the hot search of Pama’s social networking site.

Even if the shoemaker family retires, its family business still has a lot of influence in Parma.

  Nowadays, the younger generation has never heard of Mingjia, but as long as the mention of XX brand shoes can resonate with many people.

  The information exposed on the Internet is very simple. The Ming family forcibly forced the ambassador of the friendly country to compensate for the damage caused by the fire in the cultural park.

  Pama netizens who are active in the frontline:? ? ?

  Manxi: The Ming family is demented?

  Miaomiao: The ambassador of the friendly country compensated for the loss of the cultural park. The Ming family should not sell shoes, they should betray the country.

  The country owes me a Wang Jingze: As far as the matter is concerned, is it possible that the cultural park was burned by the ambassador of the friendly country?

  I don’t want to go to work: According to the gossip, it is said that high-ranking people in Myanmar visited the cultural park in a low-key manner. After the fire broke out, the Ming family wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail, but it hit Tai Sui.

  For a time, the online denunciations against the Ming family were raging.

  In the information age, there is nothing to hide.

  Ming's family became the target of public criticism, and even the houses hidden in the deep alleys of the old city were picked up.

  Ming Zhiyuan held an emergency family meeting at 2:30 in the afternoon, and the whole Ming family was in dire straits.

  The Chief’s Court issued a death order. If the person cannot be taken out of the police station today, the Ming’s family will be sanctioned.

  The current chief, Ning Yuanhang, is a vigorous master, and he does what he says.

  Ming Zhiyuan had to put on Chinese tunic suits for Ming’s parents’ long-standing career, and was accompanied by a housekeeper to the district police station to hire someone.

   Things, there is no room for maneuver.

  Ming Zhiyuan sat in the car, as if he was ten years old, and became more and more tired and chaotic.

  At this time, the co-pilot’s butler received multiple refund messages, and his sighs overflowed his lips, "Master, the news on the Internet can't be removed, and the public relations company has returned the money."

  Ming Zhiyuan opened the corners of his eyes with sagging texture, and laughed at himself, "I am a famous name in the Ming family, I am afraid it will be destroyed."

  The butler turned around and looked at the back seat, suggesting like a dying struggle, "Master, we just insisted that she set the fire, maybe we can give it a try."

"Fight?" Ming Zhiyuan repeated his words and sighed, "How can I fight, she is Tan Sri, Burma, don’t you understand how to put out your identity? Who dares to defame diplomatic relations? Ambassador of the country. Even if she did it, I would have to... bend, bend, admit, and be wrong."

  ……

  At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ming's Passat car stopped in front of the police station.

  Ming Zhiyuan leaned out and stumbled.

  The reporters staying outside the police station rushed to him when they saw him, and the question was acrimonious.

  "Mr. Ming, did you personally instruct the police station to frame the ambassador of the friendly country this time?"

  "Mr. Mingzhiyuan, why has Mingjia owned so many industries, but in recent years, it has not announced the company's fiscal year report?"

   "Mr. Ming, I heard that the deputy chief of the police station was instigated by you to detain Tan Sri, Myanmar without evidence. Can you answer this directly?"

   "Master Ming..."

  The reporters surrounded Ming and Zhiyuan at the gate of the police station, and the Ming’s driver stepped forward to maintain order, but the effect was minimal.

  Ming Zhiyuan was unable to move a single inch, and there was a surge of blood, and he wanted to find a seam to get in.

  Such a scene is undoubtedly a shame for him.

  Fortunately, when police officers heard the news and rushed to clear the reporters, the scene was chaotic.

  At this time, three black Gusts drove slowly on the side road of the police station, and the moment the number plate appeared, it attracted the attention of the reporter.

  The car stopped, the bodyguard got out of the car and opened the rear doors of three cars.

  The first to cross the legs from the leader is a magnificent Shang Zonghai dressed in gray Tang suit.

  The fingers of the reporters trying to press the shutter froze.

  How did the Patriarch of Pama’s No. 1 Distinguished Family come? !

   Immediately afterwards, in the second car, Shang Yu, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, leaned out.

  The reporters quietly hid the equipment in their hands.

  Shang’s young master, who dares to shoot...

  Finally, Shanglu, with a handsome face, appeared from the third car with a sullen face in a T-shirt and jeans.

  The three masters of the Shang family are here.

  What is this for?

  Shang Zonghai squeezed the Buddha beads with one hand, pushed his glasses, accompanied by Shang Yu and Shanglu, walking in the setting sun.

  Crowds of reporters spontaneously stepped aside from both sides and stared at the three.

  At the end of the front, under the steps of the police station, Ming Zhiyuan clutched his chest, breathing heavily with the help of the housekeeper.

  He regretted not taking a bodyguard on the trip today. He thought of a low-key apology and please go to Li Qiao. As a result... he didn't expect the reporter to squat brazenly at the police station.

  In a blink of an eye, Shang Zonghai came to Ming Zhiyuan, with one hand behind him, and the other hand holding the Buddhist beads gently twisting, "Master, don't come here without any problems."

  Ming Zhiyuan is more than eighty years old, and people who have been in contact with him over the years will give him a reputation of charity and harmony.

  But this situation can be seen, he glared with anger, his eyes flashing fire, "Shang Zonghai, you arranged all of this today?"

  Ming Zhiyuan will never forget what Shang Zonghai did to the Ming family thirty years ago.

  He even hated Ming Dailan more than once. It was her beauty that caused the Ming family's unwarranted disaster.

Facing the old man’s undisguised hatred, Shang Zonghai looked back at the badges of the group of reporters lightly, “There are many official media directly under the Chiefs’ Court. If I can arrange for them, why should I let my family? The girl is being imprisoned by you all the time."

  In a word, it is an understatement, but it has a huge amount of information.

  A reporter sniffed the conspiracy, stepped forward and asked tentatively: "Business owner, what are you coming to the police station for today..."

  Shang Zonghai laughed loudly and said, "Of course he came to pick up my child home."

   Afterwards, instead of waiting for the reporter to ask another question, he bent his lips deeply, "Everyone, I am not in good health, so it is better to sell me a thin noodle and wait for him to invite my girl out. How about you interview?"

  The reporters are all human beings, and echoed his suggestion.

  The farce in front of the police station seemed to be Shang Zonghai's relief for Ming Zhiyuan, but in fact it completely trampled the Ming family's head.

  A high wind and bright festival, a night festival is not guaranteed.

  Ming Zhiyuan's temple suddenly jumped, his old face flushed, and he looked at the pretending Shang Zonghai, snorted coldly, and walked into the police station messily.

  In the detention room, Ming Zhiyuan stood in front of Li Qiao, his muddy eyes became more and more tranced.

After many years, he almost thought that Jing Yilan was resurrected.

  Li Qiao raised his eyelids, not for a moment, not letting go of any subtle changes on his face, "Patriarch Ming, you seem surprised to see me?"

  Ming Zhiyuan took away all the exposed emotions in a second, and said lightly: "My son, this time it is my Ming family who is wrong and misunderstood you. No matter what the reason, I am willing to bear all the mistakes."

  (End of this chapter)