If Rong Nan wants to protect himself, he will rely on his skills and means, some methods will be hidden from the world.

Tang Shi's eyes were full of anxiety, "I can't let Wei Weibai suffer from grievance."

"Don't worry." A cold light flashed in Bo Ye's eyes, "I won't let my son suffer a little from others."

That afternoon, Bo Ye and the others received anonymous emails. They didn't have to guess where the email was sent. It contained a Rong Nan's agreement to accept the court notice and several shocking terms.

"The thief's heart is not dead."

After browsing the entire email, Bo Ye knocked on the desktop and made a short comment, and then called Lin Ci, "Sell all the stocks of domestic companies!"

"What?" Lin Ci was shocked, "Young Master Bo... do you want Bo anymore?"

"Rongnan has someone in the central government and has issued sanctions orders on the domestic real economy, which seems to be to affect our status."

Bo Ye said word by word, "For the time being, all the Bo family's sects will be closed. Companies outside our country will not be affected by domestic policies, so don't worry."

Tang Shi immediately asked, "Is something going on Bo's fault?"

"It's not just Bo." Bo Ye looked up, "Ye Jingtang, Su Qi, Fu Muzhong, Han family, Rongnan has taken action against the entire stock market and the real economy in order to deal with our business people."

The shopping mall is in chaos, killing people without blood!

The Han family...Why is the Han family here too?

"Has the Han family also been implicated?" Tang Shi asked, "Han family and Rongnan cannot go together, right?"

Bo Ye didn't expect this to be sharpened when Tang Shi said it.

Yes, Han Shen and Rong Nan have no head-on conflicts, and they have no relationship with Tang Shiboye. Why is the stock turmoil in the Han family so huge?

*******

Late at night, in a quiet small bar, a tall man pushed open the door of the tavern silently. The bell hanging on the door swayed, causing foreigners who were drinking to look at the door. When they found that they were Asians, they didn't care much, and they all took their eyes back.

The tavern was silent for a minute and then returned to a lively scene, full of drunkenness.

The man frowned slightly, walked around a few small tables and came to the front of the bar, and tapped the table with his slender fingers at a fixed rhythm.

The bartender who was bartending didn't care at first, but after a while he noticed the rhythm of the man hitting the table. His expression suddenly changed. Then he stepped forward and lowered his voice. He asked in Chinese in London, "What do you want to drink?"

"Jin Tangli." The man quickly answered the code.

Ten minutes later, he was taken to the backstage of the bar by the bartender. The front room was still a lively scene. A group of strong foreign men drank too much and leaned over together and told vulgar jokes. However, there was silence behind him, and the scene was completely different from outside the tavern.

The walls of the backstage were hung with guns and countless photos of people with crosses.

"gentlemen……"

The bartender lowered his head, "I couldn't recognize you at first, sorry..."

"No need to be sorry." Half of the man's face fell into the shadow, making people unable to see clearly, "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!