"Whoever wants to be the head of the Zhao family can nominate themselves." Chen Fan asked as he glanced at everyone present.
Upon hearing Chen Fan's question, everyone was stunned and looked at each other, hesitating as they didn't know whether what Chen Fan said was true or false.
However, there was still a young man who slowly raised his hand.
"I, I want to be the head of the Zhao family."
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the young man.
The young man is Zhao Huqiang, the youngest son of Zhao Yide's third brother's family. He is only twenty-five years old now, very young.
Chen Fan looked at the other person.
After hearing what Zhao Huqiang said, everyone else looked joking. In their opinion, Chen Fan would not let Zhao Huqiang be the head of the Zhao family at all, and would definitely choose one from among Zhao Yide's brothers.
After all, these young people have little experience and do not know how to manage a family.
Chen Fan asked: "Do you know what is the first element of being the head of the Zhao family?"
Zhao Huqiang responded directly without thinking: "I must obey your arrangements."
Everyone was joking.
Because in their view, the first element of being the head of the Zhao family is to make money and put interests first.
"Yes, from now on, you are the head of the Zhao family." Chen Fan suddenly nodded and looked at Zhao Huqiang with appreciation.
Suddenly, when everyone in the Zhao family heard what Chen Fan said, everyone was stunned.
None of them expected that Chen Fan would choose the head of the family so casually. Has this already determined the choice of the head of the family?
"Mr. Chen, I think Hu Qiang is too young and cannot manage the family well. He has never been involved in many businesses." At this time, a middle-aged man came out and quickly looked at Chen Fan and said.
Chen Fan just glanced at the other person: "So you mean, you know how to manage?"
The middle-aged man responded hurriedly: "Mr. Chen, I think my management ability must be better than his."
Chen Fan smiled calmly: "He doesn't need to manage the company. I just need him to manage you people who manage the company. You can arrange the specific matters yourself."
The middle-aged man was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Fan would make such an arrangement and let a junior take care of them!
But when they saw Zhao Yide's fate, no one dared to say anything more for fear of angering Cong Chen Fan.
Chen Fan glanced at everyone at the scene: "I don't want anyone else to know what happened tonight, otherwise, he will be your fate, and I won't mind changing the word Zhao."
"Yes, Mr. Chen, don't worry, we will never tell anyone what happened today!" Zhao Huqiang quickly said with his hands in hand.
"Follow me." Chen Fan glanced at Zhao Huqiang and walked towards the door.
When we came to the courtyard, it was very quiet and there was no one around.
As for those standing in the banquet hall, no one dared to leave without Chen Fan's permission.
"Mr. Chen, what are your orders?" Zhao Huqiang looked at Chen Fan and asked.
Chen Fan did not speak, but took out a silver needle and pierced Zhao Huqiang's head.
"From now on, I am your master." Chen Fan's business call came slowly.
Zhao Huqiang's eyes suddenly became dazed, he looked at Chen Fan and cupped his hands and responded: "Yes, Master!"
After hearing the other party's name, Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction.
Chen Fan doesn't want anyone to betray him, so he will use this method against such untrustworthy people.
Returned to the banquet hall.
Everyone in the Zhao family looked at Zhao Huqiang with puzzled faces, wondering what Chen Fan had just said to Zhao Huqiang.
Chen Fan ignored the people in front of him and walked straight towards the collapsed wall.
"Come out, do you want me to take you to meet your two classmates?" Chen Fan looked at the pile of bricks and asked.
There was a "crash" sound.
The bricks were pushed aside, and a figure crawled out from inside.
But now this middle-aged man doesn't have the slightest aura of a superior person. He is like a rat crossing the street, looking miserable.
It was Zhong Lichun's slap just now, which directly dented half of the middle-aged man's face.
The middle-aged man did not look proud at this moment, but looked at Chen Fan in front of him in panic.
"Let's go, take us to the Iron Fist Gate." Chen Fan ordered.
The middle-aged man didn't dare to hesitate at all, and nodded quickly to Chen Fan. Now that he is still alive, he is already thankful to God.
When they arrive at the Iron Fist Sect, as soon as their leader comes out, it won’t be too late to ask him to avenge the three of them!
"Huzi, take him back to heal his injuries." Chen Fan looked at Huzi and ordered.
"Yes, Brother Fan!" Huzi responded quickly.
He is no longer afraid that Chen Fan will be in danger.
I didn't expect that the junior sister who was following Chen Fan was so powerful. With her here, Chen Fan would definitely not be in any danger.
The middle-aged man drove the car himself, taking Chen Fan and Zhong Lichun towards the Qinling Mountains.
"Is the Iron Fist Gate also in the Qinling Mountains?" Chen Fan asked after seeing the direction he was going.
"It's not in the Qinling Mountains, it's just in a mountain range close to the Qinling Mountains. The Iron Fist Sect is just a small sect and is not qualified to enter the Qinling Mountains to establish a sect." The middle-aged man said vaguely.
Chen Fan frowned slightly, looked at the middle-aged man and asked: "You mean, there are other sects in the Qinling Mountains?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, but I have never seen it. Only our leader has had the opportunity to see it twice."
"But they only focus on cultivation and rarely appear outside."
Chen Fan asked again: "How strong are they?"
The middle-aged man shook his head again, indicating that he was not sure.
Even if the middle-aged man knew about their strength, the middle-aged man would not tell Chen Fan or the other two.
He just wanted Chen Fan to go to the Iron Fist Gate without knowing anything, and he had no intention of telling Chen Fan that there was another sect above the Iron Fist Gate.
After driving until dawn, the middle-aged man finally entered a mountain range.
However, the road here is very smooth, and the vehicle drives directly to a parking lot halfway up the mountain.
On the other side of the parking lot is a majestic entrance.
This is where the Iron Fist Gate is.
The middle-aged man got out of the car, limping in fear, and led Chen Fan and the others towards the door of the Iron Fist Gate.
"Elder?"
The two young disciples at the door, after seeing the person coming, quickly stepped forward and helped the middle-aged man who had difficulty walking.
"Elder, what's going on with you?" the young disciple asked.
"Quick, go and inform the leader that someone is trying to break into the Iron Fist Sect!" the middle-aged man ordered to the two young disciples.
When one of the disciples heard this, he looked at Chen Fan and Zhong Lichun who were walking behind him, and ran quickly towards the gate of the sect.
Zhong Lichun was about to take action, but Chen Fan reached out to stop him.
"Don't worry, let them gather together so that we don't have to look for them one by one." Chen Fan said calmly and continued to walk slowly towards the Iron Fist Gate.