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Chapter 48: The New Fourth Master, Chang Zhuxuan!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the meeting room of Anqing Group, the atmosphere gradually became strange.

The grey-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit stared at the leader of the Five-Tailed.

“Brother Zhi, I want that spot!”

Calling Qian Shenglu and then using Qian Shenglu’s hand to pass the phone to Hong Xuezhi was a form of intimidation!

Almost every node was perfect, and it gripped their hearts.

Very soon, Zhang Hanfu, the most trusted subordinate of the former Fourth Master, rang.

“Zhang Shu, it’s me. I want that seat.”

Zhang Hanfu’s eyes flickered. He glanced at Zheng Guohua and Hong Xuezhi. He did not know what had happened, but he did not hesitate. He only replied in a deep voice,

“Alright!”

The rules of the Anqing Group were that under the supervision of the headquarters, the five leaders with the highest qualifications under the former leader would vote together. As for the leader, although he was always selected from the five leaders, he had never requested to vote for them.

Theoretically speaking, anyone who was part of the gang was qualified.

In the study room, the call was hung up again.

Chang Zhuxuan was drenched in sweat as he panted heavily. His eyes were bright as he looked at Qin Yu, who was sitting calmly before the desk.

With just two phone calls, he had managed to beat, divide, and dominate the two leaders of Malang Trading Group.

They were practically within his grasp!

This was a complete godfather!

After a long time, the old man in the Chinese tunic suit knocked on the table and said in a deep voice,

“Let the voting begin.”

He stood up and gave everyone an envelope.

“Write the name of the vote in an envelope. The one with the most votes will take over Marang Cargo Company. If the number of votes is the same, the second round will be held.”

He explained the rules.

Hearing the old man’s words, everyone in the meeting room of Anqing Group stared at him.

Qian Shenglu, who was the oldest and also the most powerful, frowned slightly. He slowly looked at the four people outside Zhang Hanfu. He could not think of anything that could happen!

As he thought.

Qian Shenglu’s face, which already had some age spots, was flushed, and his breathing became heavy.

He had been waiting for this day for too many years!

Ever since the previous Fourth Master had passed away, Qian Shenglu had competed with Lu Zijing for that position, only missing one vote. And now, he had finally managed to drag Lu Zijing away. Among the five newbies, no one could compete with him.

Opening the brown envelope, he took out the paper and pen.

The ink from the brush soaked through the paper.

“Wang Renxing.”

No one was allowed to write themselves. This was the rule. The name that Qian Shenglu wrote was the youngest among the five.

At the mahogany table, the gray-haired old man in a Chinese tunic suit examined the five people in the room with an indifferent gaze.

He seemed to sense something, and his eyes flickered with curiosity.

“Damn it!”

“F*ck!”

“How dare you threaten me? I’ll kill you sooner or later. But that’s true. I can’t let that old dog Qian Shenglu become the Fourth Master. It’s better to send a puppet back than let that old dog do it.”

The first existence that Qin Yu pointed out, Zheng Guohua cursed in his heart.

He glanced at Hong Xuezhi and Zhang Hanfu, who had also picked up the phone. He gritted his teeth, picked up the pen, and wrote it down. He was as crooked as a primary school student.

“Chang Zhuxuan.”

“Chang Zhuxuan” Hong Xuezhi.

Zhang Hanfu

Time ticked by. In the silent study.

Qin Yu took out a fine book on game theory from Chang Zhuxuan’s study room and looked at it seriously. In the eyes of Chang Zhuxuan, this mysterious existence naturally revealed the temperament of a gentleman. He was not easily angered, but he had an intimidating presence. He even had a feeling that he did not dare to look directly at him.

He only carefully sized up Qin Yu.

Chang Zhuxuan started to calm down.

Her forehead was covered in sweat.

She sat on a chair.

Chang Zhuxuan glanced at Qin Yu again, trying to imitate his bearing.

“First vote, Qian Shenglu.”

In the conference room, the old man in the Chinese tunic suit opened the first envelope. It was from the youngest leader, Wang Renxing.

No surprise.

“Second vote, Wang Renxing.”

Opening Qian Shenglu’s envelope, there was still no surprise.

The third vote. The old man in the Chinese tunic suit held the paper and stared at the name.

He looked up at Zhang Hanfu and said in a deep voice,

“Chang Zhuxuan.”

Zhang Hanfu was once Chang Zhuxuan’s father’s most important subordinate, and the two of them had been through life and death together.

The old man moved faster. Soon, I opened the fourth letter, Hong Xuezhi.

“Chang Zhuxuan.”

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit reported.

As soon as he said that, the initially calm atmosphere in the meeting room became a little weird.

Qian Shenglu, who was determined to win, had a dark and ruthless expression on his face. His fingers were tightly clasped together, and his knuckles were white!

Fifth letter, Zheng Guohua.

The final letter came from the headquarters of Anqing Group. The old man in the Chinese tunic suit looked at the paper in his hand. At this moment, the old man who had not shown any emotion since he entered the conference room smiled.

“Interesting.” He raised his head and looked at everyone.

“Chang Zhuxuan!”

Qian Shenglu’s eyes widened as he raised his head.

Zheng Guohua and Hong Xuezhi laughed.

“I now announce the results. The new Fourth Master of Anqing Group, Changzhuang Xuan, will officially be the leader of Marang Trading Group!”

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit stood up and patted his clothes meticulously. Then, his gaze swept across everyone present.

The authoritative voice rang in everyone’s ears.

Then, he looked at the extremely angry Qian Shenglu and said, “Shenglu.”

“Master Yu.”

Qian Shenglu clenched his fists and replied.

“Chang Zhuxuan called you earlier, so he should have his number. Give me your phone, and I’ll inform him of the results.”

The old man who was called ‘Master Yu’ said slowly.

West District, a quiet study.

Ding Ling Ling!

The ear-piercing ringtone suddenly rang. Chang Zhuxuan, who was already nervous, almost jumped up from his seat. He glanced at the phone. It was from Qian Shenglu. His heart raced, and he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. His back was already drenched in sweat.

Chang Zhuxuan looked to Qin Yu for help.