"Why do I think he looks at me strangely?" Song Wenting asked Chen Fan doubtfully when she saw Huangfu Qinyuan leaving.
Chen Fan was also curious about what Huangfu Qinyuan did today, but there were more important things at the moment, and he couldn't think about it so much.
"Where are the company's official seals?" Chen Fan looked at the supervisor and asked.
"Sir, in the office." The supervisor responded.
"Notify the people in the office and come with the official seal."
"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away." The supervisor quickly left the office.
Seeing the supervisor also leaving, Song Wenting asked: "What do you want the official seal for?"
"Do you think the Huangfu family will let go of Triumph Shipping Group?" Chen Fan asked back.
Song Wenting shook her head: "It is not difficult to see from what Huangfulin did today that the Huangfu family seems to take this matter very seriously. I believe they will definitely try their best to take back the Triumph Shipping Group."
Chen Fan nodded: "Yes, so I plan to give the Huangfu family a big gift."
"What are you going to do?" Song Wenting asked curiously.
Chen Fan leaned close to Song Wenting's ear and told him his plan.
He had no reservations about Song Wenting. After all, Song Wenting and he were on the same front in this matter.
Feeling the hot air blowing from Chen Fan's mouth and hitting the tips of her ears, Song Wenting suddenly trembled and her face turned red, but Chen Fan didn't notice it.
They were busy until dark, and then Chen Fan and Song Wenting planned to go back to rest.
As for the vacant executive positions in the company, Chen Fan directly left them to a former HR assistant, who seemed not to be very interested in the company's personnel structure.
After leaving the company, Chen Fan sat in the car and stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows.
There were really too many things to do today. He felt a little tired now and planned to close his eyes and rest for a while.
Song Wenting had no intention of disturbing Chen Fan, and kept sitting quietly next to Chen Fan, watching Chen Fan's figure beside her.
"Bang!"
However, at this moment, a loud noise came.
Chen Fan, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, he felt an unprecedented dangerous aura, even more serious than the last time he encountered an assassination.
"There's a killer!" the driver yelled hurriedly, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom in an instant.
"Buzz!"
The engine made a violent sound, a feeling of push came over me, and the vehicle rushed out quickly.
After a brief shock, Song Wenting took out her mobile phone and quickly dialed a number.
Chen Fan looked at the front windshield and found a snowflake-shaped crack on the windshield, with a bullet lodged in it.
According to the impact point of this bullet, the target is exactly him!
This suddenly made Chen Fan feel scared. If it weren't for the previous assassination, he had replaced all these cars with bulletproof vehicles. I'm afraid that the shot just now would have put him in hell.
"Bang!"
The sound rang again.
The windshield in front of me has another crack.
Chen Fan quickly held his breath and looked at an overpass directly ahead, where a man's figure was standing.
"Slow down!" Chen Fan didn't have time to think too much. Seeing that the speed of the vehicle had soared to more than 200, Chen Fan hurriedly yelled.
However, Chen Fan was still a step too late.
"Bang!"
Another voice sounded.
In an instant, there was a pool of blood in the car.
The driver who was driving suddenly went limp, and the vehicle quickly rushed towards the sidewalk.
Chen Fan jumped up, went directly to the front end, controlled the steering wheel, and quickly turned the vehicle back onto the right track after almost hitting the sidewalk.
I glanced at the driver and saw that blood was pouring from his chest and his eyes began to lose focus.
"Brother, hold on!" Chen Fan took out a silver needle and pierced the driver's chest.
Then he helped the driver unbuckle his seat belt and stuffed him into the co-pilot beside him, while he himself sat in the driving position.
"Chen Fan, be careful, there is a sniper!" Song Wenting warned as she looked at the hole in the bulletproof glass.
"I know, call Fei Long and ask them to come over and help." The fare man ordered, and he picked up the speed of the slowing vehicle again.
"Bang!"
There was another sound, but this time, the bullet grazed the body of the vehicle and hit the road.
The figure on the overpass soon had a look of shock on his face.
It was as if the person driving the car knew when to shoot. As soon as he pulled the trigger, the vehicle would quickly change direction. Several consecutive shots failed to hit the speeding Mercedes-Benz.
"What happened? Mark, how did your marksmanship become so bad?" A man asked on the intercom.
"Code!"
Mark cursed and fired several shots in succession.
However, the most it can do is rub the scalp of the vehicle, and there is no way to hit the windshield of the vehicle.
"Mark, proceed with plan B." The intercom rang again.
Looking at the approaching vehicles, Mark had no choice but to put down his grab, picked up a bucket of paint, and dumped it directly under the bridge.
Chen Fan wanted to dodge, but at this moment, two cars suddenly pinched his car tightly in the middle, making it impossible for his car to change direction.
"Whoa!"
In an instant, Chen Fan's windshield was completely covered with paint.
Chen Fan used a wiper to scrape off, but the adhesive paint could not be scraped off at all.
"Humph, boy, let's see how you can still run." A blond man with blue eyes joked in the car on the left.
Holding the microflush in his hand, he lowered the glass and pulled the trigger towards Chen Fan's glass.
The rate of fire of the micro-impulse is very fast, but in an instant, the bulletproof glass will be unable to hold on.
"Squeak!" Chen Fan saw this and stepped on the brakes to the bottom.
In an instant, the two cars rushed out.
Without any delay, Chen Fan turned around, swung his tail, and drove towards another road.
The two cars reacted very quickly and quickly chased Chen Fan's vehicle.
"Damn, how could that kid drive so fast? Doesn't he drive without his eyes?" The man in the car pursuing behind him looked at the speeding vehicle in front of him with a look of confusion on his face.
After all, Chen Fan's windshield was blocked, so it was impossible for him to drive so fast.
"Boss, are you still chasing me? I've already heard the sirens." the driver asked quickly.
"Bitch, let him live for two more days and retreat!"
The man acted very cautiously and immediately ordered a retreat.
"They didn't come after me again." Song Wenting kept paying attention to the vehicles behind her and quickly said to Chen Fan.
"Inform Fei Long and ask him to pick us up at the intersection ahead." Chen Fan ordered.
Passing the intersection, there were three commercial vehicles parked here, and everyone looked around with wary expressions.
"Mr. Chen!" Fei Long shouted nervously when he saw such a tragic vehicle.
The car door opened and Chen Fan got out of the car.
Seeing that both Chen Fan and Song Wenting were fine, Feilong breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and said with a frightened expression: "Mr. Chen, it's great that you two are fine, you really scared me to death!"